Back again! Here's a fun little Prom chapter, with fluff, romance, and Dillon. This one's actually narrated by all four people at Prom, because I didn't think it'd be fair to leave anyone out. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: don't own GoT OR any Bryan Adams' songs. I just love them both.

"Once in awhile,
Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives us a fairy tale."

Rochelle

The morning of my senior Prom is spent playing "airplane" with my spoon, trying to get a toddler to eat breakfast.

"Zoom, zoom Gabe! Open up for the airplane!"

God, I feel so stupid. Especially when he doesn't open his little mouth and just sits there with the three-year-old equivalent of a smirk. Neriah giggles helplessly from the other side of the table. "Want me to try?"

"He's doing this on purpose." I mumble and get another spoonful. "Alrighty, Gabe, open up…sil vous plait?"

And his little mouth opens as wide as a garage.

Little monster.

Very lovable though, I've got to give him that. I wonder again what his purpose is here. Arkarian hinted that there was one.

"He adores Ethan." Neriah smiles as Gabe spits out two Cheerios onto the floor as if to say "ha! I'm not cooperating completely."

"Speaking of, where is he?" I ask, looking around as if Ethan might materialize in the kitchen at any moment. "He was supposed to be here with breakfast-"

"I'm here."

It's Isabel, walking through the door briskly. She's got jeans and a t-shirt on, and a no-nonsense look on her face. "Ethan was coming with coffee and donuts, but I intercepted him," she turns to me. "I'm sure he sends his love." Dunkin Donuts and two coffees are plunked on our table. Neriah quickly removes one from Gabe's curious grasp.

"Isabel…" I say warningly. "What are you-?"

"I'm giving you the perfect Prom day." Isabel shrugs. "Now let's go. We'll drop Gabe off at my place- Jimmy and Matt have agreed to watch him."

"Matt?" Neriah raises an eyebrow.

"Well, Matt doesn't exactly know he is yet, but Jimmy agreed."

"I don't actually have a dress yet. Or anything, really." I shrug. A new gleam appears in Isabel's eyes and I know instantly that that was definitely the wrong thing to admit. "I mean," I add hurriedly, "Senior Prom was never in my plans…"

"Well it is now. Let's go-we've got only eight hours!" Neriah's enthusiasm seems to have picked up a little now that she's got a mission.

This, I can already tell, is going to be painful.

Neriah

Seven stores, a manicure, pedicure, and a facial later, Rochelle looks overwhelmed, but complaining only half-heartedly. The boys are down the hall in the living room, waiting for us to come out. Isabel puts the finishing touches on my hair. "Neriah, Dillon's going to die."

I smile at her, but it's kind of a fake one. Alright, it's really faked. Because I really did want Matt to be here, uncomfortable in a rented tux, complaining about how long I'm taking, putting on my corsage while my mom and Jimmy snap away…

Somehow Isabel reads my thoughts on my face. "Don't worry," she says, gently hugging me. "My brother'll come around soon."

Not tonight. I think, but since she's not a TruthSeer, she doesn't hear me. And I do love my dress. It's a light pink halter top, with rhinestones around the hem. Since my hair wasn't frizzy, Isabel has decided to leave it down, with a few sparkly clips in it.

"You're beautiful. Let's go." Isabel leads the way down the hallway, announcing me as if it was a red carpet.

Dillon doesn't drop dead, but his response is gratifying just the same. His eyes kind of widen and his breath hitches. "You look absolutely amazing." He doesn't even try to kiss me, which is off, but gives my hand a squeeze as he slips my corsage on. My mum is having the time of her life playing with the camera. This is the first school dance I've ever gone to.

"Where's Rochelle?" Ethan looks over my shoulder. "Honestly, how long can it possibly take?"

"I'm not coming out." Rochelle's voice sounds from the bedroom. "Isabel, I look ridiculous!"

"You do not! Come out, Roh!"

"Not like this!"

"For me?" Ethan says pleadingly. "You girls have taken long enough!"

"FINE." Reluctantly, the door opens and Rochelle slowly steps out, biting her lip and looking hesitant. "Well?"

We found the perfect dress for her. It's a spaghetti strap, with the back dipping dangerously low. It's completely black, except for the lining around the edges, which is a shimmering green that matches her eyes. Her hair is in a messy bun, a few strands falling out around her face, and a silver chain with a pendant around her neck. She looks absolutely gorgeous. Ethan obviously agrees, since his jaw actually drops and his eyes almost pop out.

"Okay…say something." Rochelle looks uncomfortable.

"What my son is trying to say is-"

"Dad," Ethan interrupts Shaun. "I got this one."

And without any hesitation, he walks right up to Rochelle and kisses her.

"Watch the hair!" Isabel moans as the camera flashes reach a climax. It's obvious that hair is a mute issue to both of them right now though. "Wow." Rochelle says when they break apart. "There definitely could be something to this dress thing."

"That was actually better than what I was going to say." Shaun admits, looking surprised at his son.

Gabe giggles, excited with all the cameras and people in the house. He's begun a delightful new game of "Let's See How Many Cheerios We Can Throw at Arkarian Before He Gets Mad."

Arkarian looks like he's really wishing he hadn't agreed to watch him for tonight.

"We better go." Ethan reminds us, looking at the clock. It says 6:45.

Rochelle squats down awkwardly so that she and Gabe are eye to eye. "Now Gabe, you're going to be nice for Uncle Arkarian and Aunt Isabel right? No throwing things?"

Gabe gives her a very angelic smile and pushes his sippy cup onto the floor. Rochelle rolls her eyes, but smiles and kisses him on the cheek. He giggles wildly and shrieks as she tickles him. Dillon pretends to gag.

"Oh, bite me," she snaps, leading Ethan out the door.

"Only if you're nice!" he calls back, ignoring her death-glare.

I smile in spite of myself.

Ethan

Can I just go on the record now and say that all the stress over asking Rochelle to Prom, paying for the corsage, renting a tux, and waiting for an hour and a half for the girls to get ready-all of that-seems totally worth it right now?

We look like completely normal teenagers, having a night to remember. After a lot of rap and techno, the DJ decides to spin a slow song to cool people down. Thankfully, I don't even have to ask Rochelle, she takes my hand and puts her arms around my neck. "Everything I Do, I Do it For You" by Bryan Adams starts playing.

Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more

My mind flashes back to the moment after the final battle, holding Rochelle, not believing that she was really gone, and then realizing that she was…all the breath leaving my body too, mind racing, heart freezing…

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

"Ethan," Rochelle says softly. "You've got that look on your face again. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" I say-even though I already know the answer. I just like to hear her say it.

"I promise. I love you."

I can't help grinning like an idiot, but it fades a little as I look around. Where is Matt? Our plan isn't going to work if he doesn't even show up.

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

Dillon

Neriah is missing Matt. That much is obvious, but she's trying her best to hide it, which is sweet. She'd never believe me if I told her, but she and Matt are great together. Realizing that just took me longer than most.

Some slow, sappy song is playing, giving us a break from dancing. Except if your date makes you dance anyway, like Neriah is doing. To out left, Rochelle and Ethan are dancing. Technically. Actually, Rochelle's got her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. Ethan's got his arms around her, balancing his chin on her head. They're barely even moving. It's basically a hug.

Neriah shoots me a reproving glare. "Stop that. They're cute."

"Sickeningly." I whisper back. It's so easy to forget that she's a TruthSeer. I wonder if Ethan's forgotten about our plan…Matt hasn't shown up yet. Maybe he called it off. That would be a shame, especially since Neriah looks completely gorgeous tonight. Everyday, of course, but especially in that dress.

There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way

"Excuse me, Ladies and Gentlemen…" Ms. Burgess has clamored onto the stage, ready to announce the Prom King and Queen. I look at Ethan, who isn't looking at me, just looking calmly at the stage. What's going on? "Thank you for your attention…

"This year's Prom King and Queen will be…Ethan Roberts and Neriah Gabriel!"

Beside me, Neriah gasps. It's hardly a surprise though-in addition to being beautiful, Neriah is nice to everyone she meets, and everybody loves her. Ethan isn't really a surprise either-Isabel had a vision that told us this would happen. I teased her for having a vision on such frivolous things, but it's actually been very helpful to our plan. Ethan isn't moving towards the stage, though. Neriah's already up there, receiving her little tiara, but Ethan seems to be waiting for something, or some one…

I breathe a sigh of relief as Matt steps onto the stage. He looks supremely uncomfortable and is bright red, but at least he's here. Neriah looks shocked beyond belief. Maybe our plan won't go so awry after all.

"Uh…Matt…" Ms. Burgess seems to be trying to figure out the switched.

"No, I'm not Ethan…he abdicated." Matt says, sounding and looking completely and totally stupid.

"Oh…alright then…" Ms. Burgess seems to want to just let it drop and get off the stage. She hands the microphone to Matt and skitters, exchanging looks with a few of the other teachers.

"I know I'm not Ethan, and I know I'm not who you all voted for, but…" Matt doesn't take his eyes off of Neriah, and she's beginning to smile. "This is my Queen, and I've got to say something here.

"Neriah…I've been an idiot and I'm sorry."

That part of the speech was my idea.

"I didn't listen to what you wanted, and I hurt you. Is there any chance that I could be forgiven?"

Ethan came up with that line. Apologizing to women seems to be his forte. Neriah is smiling so hard I think her face is going to break, but she's hamming it up anyways. "What do you think guys?" she speaks into her own microphone, looking at the crowd of kids. The guys are all laughing at Matt; the girls seem to think he's adorable. "Should I let him be my King?"

"Yes!" They all shout. I yell "No!" just to be comical, earning an elbow from Rochelle. I wink at Neriah though, just so she knows that it's okay with me if she ditches me for another guy at my senior Prom.

"That's what I thought," she says, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. He looks like his pride's been built back up again. As they make the way to the dance floor for the King and Queen's mandatory dance, the last strands of the Sap Song are playing.

Oh - you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you - I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you - ya I'd die for you

Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

I catch some cutie's eye across the room. I think this night is actually gonna work out okay for everybody. Go figure.

And there you have it, the nonsense Prom chapter that had really nothing important in it. Next chapter's the one where a lot more becomes clear, and the end is beginning. Thanks so much for all your loving reviews-they really do mean a lot to me and help me write faster, as stupid as that may sound. If I were to name everyone I'm grateful to, this chapter would never go up, and in order for the next one to come up, this one has to...if you follow the way i've drifted. PLEASE review, even just to tell me you liked it, or a funny quote, or a suggestion...until next time,

-HaLo