A/N: No this story is not abandoned, I just had a bit of writers block induced by bad eating habits, excessive partying, and a new boyfriend. But fear not I have done away with one of those things, try and guess which one? And I may have time to write again! Most likely not for this story, but for my HP stories which are my priority! Anyways this is a silly chapter, feel free to let me know what you think, I rather like it, and as a side note if i get more reviews I might write faster! If it doesn't make sense, don't hate me I didn't sleep at all today and I am now currently watching the beautiful Southern California sunrise (Although it's not so beautiful today since it rained!)

Flowers, Spectacles, and Gummyworms

It took Allison a moment, on Friday morning, to remember why she was feeling bad. She smiled peacefully, relishing the few seconds of ignorance, which were certainly bliss, when all of a sudden she remembered. She had a date with Alan later on that night.

"Argghhh!" she screamed into her pillow, which was not able to muffle the sounds completely.

Allison's head hurt and for good reason. The past two days had been a blur. Her classes were as dull as always, at least that's what she figured, since her attention span had dropped to that of a three year old. But now her lunches were filled with the mundane, Jenny and Leslie had made it so. They had bombarded her in the halls until she had no choice but to follow them to their, lunch table. There, the conversations were all about gossip and dates, including Friday's. There was no way Allison could have broken away from the two girls without having to face Andy, which she wasn't ready to do. In fact, even Leslie had noticed how he spent most of that hour staring at her in hopes of having a talk. The only thing Allison wanted to do, was to talk to Claire, but she hadn't seen her in days.

So, Allison finally remembered why she had the sense of dread deep within her. Reluctantly, as he digital clock beeped, she hopped out of bed and into the shower.

In front of her vanity, a gift from Mrs. Reynold's which at first Allison had refused, she was still very angry at her mother, but then deciding it was a rather nice piece of furniture, begrudgingly accepted, Allison tried to fake a smile. She tried to perfect the happy face she was certainly going to have to wear later in the evening, but it simply wasn't right. Her face looked distorted and strained, and no amount of make up could cover that up.

With nothing but jeans, leg warmers, and a long sweater, Allison made her way out the front door to meet Jenny,

"Hey" she called. "My don't we look cute?"

"You're kidding right?" Allison asked. "Because I didn't even try!"

"That's what happens when you're popular, Al," Leslie said. "Anything you do or wear is perfect. Own it,"

"Whatever," Allison said.

"I think Alan is totally going to pick you up from your house tonight," Jenny began. "And then from there we'll all meet up at my place and-"

"Wait," Allison interrupted. "Is it possible for him to meet me at your place? I don't want my mom to start on me, and I don't want to have to explain myself to her." Allison was sure that Mrs. Reynold's would try to bombared her with stupid questions if she caught sight of Alan's black Mercedes and not Andy's truck. She didn't want to risk it.

"Fine," she said. "But you tell him."

"Fine."

Walking into Mitchell's class a few minutes later, Allison was prepared to do just that, she wasn't however, prepared for the flowers waiting at her desk. Her heart dropped, as she thought about the possibility of them being from Andy. But when she read the card, a small smile came over her, they was from Alan, he certainly was going all out. And most of the class had noticed too, for they were all whispering behind covered mouths about Allison's fragrant bouquet.

"Thanks," she mumbled as Alan made his way to his desk.

"No problem," he said smiling his smile, and taking in the attention the class was springing on them.

Without a second thought and without truly knowing why, Allison decided it was a good time to tell him.

"Oh, Alan," she said, "about tonight. Pick me up at Jenny's okay?"

"Okay," he said and Allison blushed as several people giggled from their seats.

It was certainly a day for spectacles, as the three girls managed to make it to lunch. Allison was about to call out an excuse, so she could look for Claire, but Jenny was too quick. Sensing Allison's need for escape, she quickly managed to think up a reasonable excuse for her to stay.

"Are you going to want a ride to my house?" she asked pulling Allison towards their table. "Because if you want, we can stop by your house on the way and pick up your outfit and spend the rest of the day there."

"I suppose," Allison said feeling defeated and only half listening to what she was saying.

"Oh look, Al" cried Leslie. "It's your ex."

"My ex?" she asked confused. "What do you mean?"

But before she could answer Allison saw Andy, making his way, once again, to her table.

"Hey, Andy!" cried Leslie and Jenny in unison.

"Hi," he said. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," said Allison and she stood up to meet him. They stepped several feet away and when Allison felt they were out of ear shot from Leslie and Jenny she said, "Are you ready to apologize finally?"

"I was," he said quietly. Allison couldn't shake the feeling that he was acting differently. This wasn't the normal, angry and stubborn Andy she was used to. He continued, "Until I heard about you and Alan."

Allison's heart finally dropped. Shermer High's rumor mill had done it again.

"You heard about that?" she said.

"Allison the whole school's heard."

"Listen the whole thing was a huge mistake and I-"

"I didn't come for an excuse," he interrupted. "I came here because, because I think it's probably a good idea."

"What?" she said a little louder than she intended. Several heads turned in their direction.

"I just think we might have rushed into things. And going out with someone else will probably give you perspective as to what you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said staring into her eyes. Allison could sense his sincerity.

"Fine," she huffed. She smiled before turning away from him and calling out, "See ya!"

It was with newley formed interest that Allison prepared for her date with Alan. It was now clear to her, that Andy was nothing but a hypocrite, a two faced boy who didn't want to step up to what he had done. Instead of apologizing to her, he granted her freedom, and that's not what Allison wanted. Andy didn't know what she wanted, nobody did, and at the moment all she wanted was to get her date with Alan over with. It seemed as though she held her breath those last moments at Jenny's house because when Alan's horn finally blared, she exhaled strongly.

"You look nice," Alan said as he opened the door for her. Jenny was on her way to Cashlin's car, her date for the night.

"Thanks," she replied. Taking the passenger seat Allison pulled down the vanity mirror to check her make up. Her lips needed retouching so she pulled out her gloss and dropped it. Leaning forward, Allison's slim finger began to prod around the bottom of the seat.

"What are you doing, babycakes?" Alan asked.

"It's my gloss," she struggled. "And don't call me-Ahhhh!"

"What?" Alan asked alarmed by her sudden scream. "What is it?"

"A worm!" she cried. "I felt a cold slimy worm under your seat and it ate my lipgloss!"

Alan chuckled.

"You find it amusing?" she glared. "I find a disgusting bug in your rancid car and you think it's funny?"

"It's my gummyworms," he said between laughs. "I keep a stash in the glove compartment. It must have fallen."

"Well, whatever," she said feeling a little foolish. "I still won't go down there and I need my lipgloss."

"Here let me," he said pulling the car to the side. He leaned in and reached under her seat. Being that close to him, Allison could smell his cologne, it was musky but not overwhelming, and she could see his golden tanned skin under his blue collared shirt. It contrasted nicely with his blonde hair.

"Here," he said handing her the gloss.

Allison tried to recover quickly because he had caught her staring.

Pulling the car back onto the road, Alan simply smiled and said, "I'm really glad you came out with me tonight, do you want a gummy worm?"