A/N: Here we go, another chapter! It's still like 7:00am and I am tired, so if this author's note is sorta weird...sorry. Anyways, I'm gonna reply to some reviews...Namely, the 5 wonderous people that wrote me some kind reviews for last chapter. I love you guys!

charmed1818: I'm liking the Greg and Nick tension, too...but I don't really know where I'm going with it...oops. I'll figure it out.

Silver Hair Fox: Another lovely review! I'll add your email thing to my YIM list, but when I tried to email you before it wouldn't let me. Just in case, mine is mjallen01. I'm trying to put some more Archie and Brass stuff, just because I felt so bad about leaving them on the sidelines for so long. Can't wait til you update TCSISIAR, I'm hooked!

Daisyangel: I'm adding your vote for Sandle as we speak...or...as I type, anyway. I update daily!

wildcherry32: I'm sort of debating whether or not I should keep Mia and Warrick together. Everyone needs to tell me what they think.

JoonSanders: I think your feedback is plenty intellegent! You've been with me since the beginning! Actually, leaving Brass out for so long was accidental. I just felt like I needed to have some reason, because now I'm trying to put him in more. Maybe I should find him a girlfriend...Nah, that'd be too mean to the girl.

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On January fifteenth, the gang minus Archie and Mia, who were in different classes, was sitting in homeroom, absentmindedly playing a game of poker while Mrs. Wells sketched furiously in a notebook she was holding. She was drawing their smiling faces, Warrick collecting bets from his colleagues, Catherine's terrible game face and the hint that in her hand was a royal flush. Sara, flanked on either side by Nick and Greg, chatting and laughing as they tossed a few crumpled bills at Warrick. She had been noticing a lot, lately, that these seven kids, these oddballs that always seemed to end up in her homeroom, were getting to be not-so-odd after all. They had transformed after they had met eachother.

Adding a final touch of shading to Sara's hair, she set down the sketchbook and stood up, getting everyone's attention with the next few words. "To all of our old students, this is old news. To all of our newcomers, listen closely. On Friday, January 21st, there's going to be a Winter Formal dance. As I hope all of you know, it's the fifteenth today, so that's..." She was counting on her fingers, "six days."

As she sat back down and took up her pencil to perfect her drawing, an excited buzz erupted all over the room. Even Sara and Catherine had dropped their cards and were talking to one another across the table, contemplating what they should wear. It was only when the bell sounded, telling everyone to go to second period, that the girls stopped talking and the boys stopped looking uncomfortable at the thought of dancing. The group split up at the door, Catherine and Gil heading in one direction, Jim in another, and so on.

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Catherine, Mia, and Sara were all sitting comfortably in Mia's attic room discussing the dance. Catherine asked the most obvious question. "You're going with Warrick, right?"

Mia blushed and nodded, looking at her feet with an enormous grin plastered across her face. Catherine and Sara laughed at the lovesick look, causing her to mar her angel face with a scowl. "You taking Nick or Greg, Sara?" Mia asked, smoothly diverting the attention from herself. It was Sara's turn to blush, now. She looked almost puzzled as she answered.

"Neither, I think. They're just my friends, I'm sure it would be really weird if I went to the dance with one of them. I'm not attracted to either of them, and even if I was, I know they would never be attracted to a plain girl like me."

Catherine and Mia exchanged glances, trying to hold in their laughter. After a few deep breaths, both of them were fine and had managed not to let out a single giggle. Fortunately, Sara had begun to stare off into space, and was oblivious that anything had passed between her two friends. She was trying to imagine who she'd rather dance with. "Nick or Greg?" she thought, but was unable to decide.

Mia waved her hand in front of Sara's face, which was wearing a very unattractive expression of open-mouthed, wide-eyed blankness. Sara was reeled back from her thoughts, which had now turned to deciding which of her male friends she would enjoy kissing, and she sighed with relief. In answer to Catherine's quizzical look, she said bluntly, "I get carried off in the strangest thoughts sometimes."

They passed through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening discussing the dance, namely who they'd like to go with. Catherine had her answer squeezed out of her, and she squeaked out a barely comprehensible "Gil Grissom" before burying her face in her hands and bursting into a mad fit of laughter. Sara was unable to choose anybody, and she watched as Mia and Catherine wrote up a list of Nick's and Greg's pros and cons for her.

"Greg's hair is a definite plus," Mia said, adding it to one column.

"But he's so childish," Catherine said, adding to the other. "Nick's got a great body," she added, scribbling it on the "Nick" half of the paper.

"He's awfully sensitive sometimes, though," Mia said, writing it down under the cons side. "Not in a good way."

Sara blinked at the list her friends shoved under her nose when her Mrs. Peterson came to pick her up from Mia's house. "Take it," Catherine insisted. "Maybe it'll help you decide who to take!"

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On an excursion to the mall, Gil and Jim were at a loss for words. Who knew there were so many different kinds of dress shirts? The rest of the boys were scattered around the store, trying various styles and colors of shirts.

Greg had immediately found one, a horrid paisley long-sleeved shirt with a 1980s-esque collar. Warrick had tried, and failed, to talk him out of it, and it was now safely resting in the bottom of his shopping bag. He was currently sitting on the floor behind Archie, trying to convince him into buying a purple and green checkered shirt.

When Archie had it in his hands and was heading over to the counter, Warrick came sprinting over, snatched it out of his hands, and told him it was the most hideous thing he'd ever seen, shooting a venemous look at Greg, who grinned. In the end, Archie settled for a plain, dark-green shirt, and he joined Greg in a game of "let's see who can find the ugliest shirt in the store!" Archie won with a shirt that, coincidentally, was exactly the same as Greg's, who pouted for the rest of the day.

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On the other side of the store, the three girls were having a good time. They had wandered into a store with a bunch of fancy dresses, not too elegant, but nice enough to wear to a "formal" dance.

Sara walked out of the dressing room in a stunning dress. It had a dark red satin body that swept the floor around Sara's feet, the wide skirt trailing behind her, making it seem as if she was a character from a fairy tale, one who'd gotten lost in the evening gown department of the mall. The sleeves were made of a lighter red satin, getting progressively wider as they reached her hands. She looked like the most beautiful of spirits, and she said happily that she had the perfect pair of shoes to match.

Catherine was wearing something quite different, though just as gorgeous in it's own way. She had donned a midnight blue strapless dress that came down to the ground, hiding her feet from view. Mia and Sara looked on as their tough-talking tomboy friend was transformed into an elegant, well-mannered lady. "Just by a change of clothes," Sara thought, awestruck.

Mia, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Every dress she tried on was too girly, not girly enough, made her look fat, or some other obvious flaw. Then she remembered. The gift Archie had given her for Christmas. She stepped out of the changing room in her normal clothes, giving her friends a small smile. "I'm done here, I have my dress ready at home

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A/N: Hey, one quick thing. I won't be updating tomorrow as I will be busy setting up my living room for Bodies In Motion. Y'know, making sure the antenna is in the right place so that I get the best reception, making popcorn, washing my CSI t-shirt so I can wear it, etc. So I hope this chapter is an adequate WWMF fix, because you won't be getting another one 'til Friday! But I imagine all of you will be watching Bodies In Motion, too. Reviews will make me write better!
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Maddy