++++When You Live Life++++

Iiit's Friday! And Warren no longer hates me. I'm proud of myself.

But should I sit with him? I mean, he's hanging out with me hanging out with Magenta and Layla again, which means Patriotic Boy is allowed near his girlfriend when I'm around during gym, but things are still awkward. Mainly because we had physical contact (I hugged him).

Now it's like those awkward first dates I've heard about. Should I talk to him? Should I act as if nothing happened or get close to him? Hug? No hug?

Ugh.

And worse yet, homecoming was tonight. Time just seemed to flash by at an unbelievably fast pace. Of course I had a dress. Even though I may sometimes be considered insane I do know how to be prepared. It's pretty, vaguely resembles something a dominating prostitute would wear, and has chains.

Where, oh where, shall I sit? Date for homecoming or first friend? Bro's over ho's? Wait, they're both men. Although I think my date is a bit of a man ho...

"Hey, Blue!" Lash yelled, wrapping an arm around me from across the cafeteria.

Looks like my choice has been made for me... But Warren needs to eat... But Lash's hands are kind of comfy...

"Have some patience, Stretch!" I yelled back, unpeeling his fingers from my hip and watching them shrink back to his body.

"Good afternoon, my dear Mr. Peace."

"Aren't you going to your boyfriend?" Warren raised an eyebrow, reading his book.

"In a sec." Although he has not been established as my boyfriend, thank you very much, "I have to feed you so you'll grow up big and strong!"

He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want an anorexic boy on my hands, Mr. Peace, no matter how manly you are."

He sighed and put away his book, knowing I probably wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

I smiled, feeling accomplished, and handed him the paper bag of food.

"So..." I started, watching him eat his pasta.

He raised an eyebrow. Again.

"This is kind of awkward. You know? You know. I mean, yeah." I babbled, trailing off and blushing madly.

"You're welcome to leave." He's laughing at me, isn't he? Silently, with his silent powers of... silence.

"But you're my friend, and I have to make sure you eat."

I felt something tickle my waist and jumped, looking at a large extension of Lash's hands.

"I'm coming, already!" I yelled over the cafeteria noise, everyone quieting to stare at me, "What are y'all lookin' at?" I yelled once again before smiling at Warren as I stood up, "I'll see you at the dance, then."

"I won't even bother trying to teach all of you. Go talk about your hair or whatever seems to be of importance," Mr. Erick smirked as he sat on his desk. Not on the chair to his desk, but on his desk. He had a sketch pad in his hands and a bit of charcoal, looking as attractive as ever. He should be an actor. He would make millions with his pretty face.

"'Ey, babe, heard you're dragging that hot bad boy senior to the dance tonight." Janice said, the many bling around her neck glistening... in my eye.

"Hells yeah," I said, getting in on the stereotype she was mimicking today, "You got a man whore for yourself, girl?"

"Nope. Flying solo and weighing my options."

An arm draped over my shoulder which I immediately brushed off.

"You're going with a senior?" Quinn asked, sitting himself down onto the desk next to the two of us, "Which one?"

"The flexible one, man." Janice laughed. Or, for today, J-Dog, "Let me guess, you ordered some hottie to come wit' you?"

I snickered, "For reals, boy?"

"Actually, that cute Betty girl asked me. A little hippie but still has a pretty face. And yes, she asked me."

"Wow. And I thought she was cool." My softspoken bus buddy asked to spend time with the controlling jerk?

"... I don't know who she is." Janice added, for lack of anything to say.

"Not many people do." Quinn smirked, happy with the idea of not going with anyone popular.

Weird, weird, boy.

The dance is going to start in two point five hours and counting.

What was going to happen when I died?

Would people remember me? Worse yet, would they not care? Would they be happy that I was gone?

My friends.. would they care? They weren't my friends, not really, I just spoke to them. I never had any heart to hearts, the only one who knew about me was Warren who acted like he hated me.

I want to have some meaning in my life. My lack of purpose is driving me insane.

But no need for deep pointless thinking when I'm preparing for my first High School dance.

Eep! Homecoming!

I squealed as I finished putting on my makeup.

Wait.

I'm all finished.

And I still had two hours left.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, why can't I be a normal girl and take hours and hours and hours to get ready?

Author's Note: I share Emily's pain...

I'm sorry it took me weeks and weeks to give all of you an update. I've been having "family problems", which has temporarily killed my writing. But no longer!