Disclaimer: I own no Newsies, and I have no money, so why bother suing me?

A/N: Hehehe…uh, sorry for the super long wait…at least I'm updating! And it's a long chapter for you! Hopefully you're still reading! Lots of stuff happens in this chappie – most ties are…well, tied.

And, one (rather ironic) note before the chapter, I just love how I don't update for months…until I have an insanely important deadline that will affect the outcome of my entire life. Then I decide to procrastinate and go finish my fic. (rolls eyes at self).

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6:30 am

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I sat up in utter confusion. How was it possible for me to sleep through Hilary's practicing for a second morning? My hand shot out automatically and switched off the alarm. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I cast a glance over at my roommate's bed expecting to see her up and playing her violin. Instead, there was just a blanket-covered lump that rose and fell gently. Hilary was still asleep? Wait, this was just too odd. Twilight Zone-ish almost.

I pulled back my covers and swung my legs over the side to the floor, debating what I should do. Was she sick? Or perhaps just overtired from getting up so early and going to bed so late every night? Should I leave her alone and let her sleep, or wake her up so she'd have time to get ready and make it to breakfast? With a groan, I padded over to my closet, my socks rubbing on the carpet creating static electricity. The metal closet handle shocked me as I opened the door. Grabbing my shower bag, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt, I headed for the hall. As I stepped out into the well-lit corridor, my conscience won out. It didn't matter that Hilary was an annoying bitch; I couldn't just leave her to oversleep and miss classes.

"Oh hey, Sleeping Beauty? Wake up!" I called as I threw my extra pillow at her head.

My conscience didn't specify that I had to rouse her kindly.

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7:00 am

"Why the smile, Jules?" Anne asked as I took my place at the breakfast table.

I hadn't even realized that I was smiling. "Oh, uh, Hilary overslept so I got a decent night's rest without her practicing."

"Wait," Klara said, her eyebrows raised. "Hil overslept?"

"Yeah."

"That's awesome. Did you wake her up?"

"Yes, Klara, I did."

"What?" Anne burst in. "You should have let her sleep all day and get kicked out of camp! Jeez, the girl makes your life living hell and you repay her by being nice? You're screwed up, you know that, right?"

Jason snickered across the table.

"Got something to add to that, Mr. Jones?" I gave him a pointed stare.

"No, um, not really."

"Good."

We ate in silence for a few minutes, before Ryan gave a huge sigh.

"Gosh, I'm going to miss this place."

"Ryan!" Klara shrieked. "You can't talk about leaving. We only just got here! I mean, we still have…oh no, tomorrow the last day!"

Ryan nodded. "Yeah, that's what I was saying. I'm sure going to miss this food. I can't wait to go to college – it's nothing like high school. I love edible food."

"I second you on that," Grekory said, looking up from his scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Food. Is. Beautiful." Taras added.

I laughed. "I'm going to miss everyone more than I'm going to miss the food, boys."

"Well, that shows you how stupid girls are."

"Taras, that was a really stupid thing to say," Anne growled.

"So, the dance…"

Everyone turned to Jason, whose attempt to change the subject left him rather flushed.

"You were saying about the dance, Jason?" Anne prompted.

"Never mind."

Anne rolled her eyes. "Okay, you can forget about it, but everybody else, who are you going with?"

"Sue," Taras said, as if we should all understand.

"Who the heck is Sue, Itey?" The older Syzsmanski brother asked, looking at his younger sibling in surprise.

Taras frowned. "A fellow percussionist in band. She's a junior."

"You're a freshie, Itey, you can't go with a junior!"

"I can too, Snoddy. And you're not my mom, you're my brother, so shut up."

I glared at Anne for starting the argument between the boys.

"Oops," was all she said.

"So, Julia," Klara started and then leaned in so only I could hear, "You're going with Jason, right?"

"What? No. I mean, he hasn't asked me yet. And, of course, I don't know if he will. He might ask you, or Anne, or somebody else, or not even go at all. Who knows!"

She snorted. "Yeah right, he obviously likes you. So don't worry, he'll ask. I can tell."

"Whatever," I muttered and went back to my breakfast.

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8:00 am

My feeling of nostalgia for camp (…the camp I hadn't even left yet) didn't go away, casting a bit of a shadow over my previously bright spirits. Matters didn't help when I reached band only to see that Tony still looked sulky.

"Hey," I attempted.

"Whatever."

"Sigh."

He looked at me odd.

"I just said sigh again, didn't I?"

"Yeah." At least there was a small smile on his face now.

Fiddling with my bassoon seatstrap, I decided to be blunt. "I saw you talking with Hilary yesterday."

"Your roommate?"

I nodded.

"The blonde bitch?"

Another, more emphatic, nod from me.

"What about her?" he asked.

"You seemed really antagonistic towards me after speaking with her," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Antagonistic? This is camp, Julia, not Lit. Class! Please refrain from making my brain hurt!"

"Sorry!"

My tentative giggles were cut short as Dr. Denton climbed onto his podium and called out, "Alright folks, we're starting rehearsal with No. 973. 9-7-3. Tomorrow is our concert, your parents and friends will be here, sitting in those seats, eyes following your every move, waiting to take you out to party afterwards, and then back home and back to school so you can teach all your bandmates the useful things that your super cool camp band director taught you this summer!"

"Wow, did he just say all that without taking a breath?"

Tony laughed. "Yeah, I think he did."

"The point I was trying to make with that little speech," Dr. Denton continued, "is that tomorrow is our concert and we all have to perform. So let's make this rehearsal really count, okay? Now, Erika, as concertmistress, you will give us our tuning B-flat."

I set to work tuning, and trying to figure out Tony. One second he was mad, then he's fine. Then he's mad. Then he's fine. What the heck!

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12:00 Noon

I was so ready to perform the band material, as was Tony, however the rest of the bassoons from the Concert Band were not. Our entire masterclass had been turned into a giant band sectional, never once focusing on the Symphonic band. When it finally let out, Tony and I cheered and fled the claustrophobic basement, swearing never to return.

"We're free!" I shouted, bursting out the auditorium's side doors into the bright sunlight.

"We're alive!" joined in Tony, grabbing my hands and swinging around in a half victory, half crazy dance.

Rachel came scampering around the corner at the sound of our voices. "Tony?"

"Yeah?" he replied, ceasing our wild movements.

"David needs to talk to you a sec, okay?"

"Sure thing. Hang on a moment, Julia, I'll be right back."

I shrugged, still trying to catch my breath, "That's alright, I'll just go get a drink from the fountain."

Picking up my purse from where I had dropped it, I headed the opposite direction as Tony. When I reached the drinking fountain, I found that it was out of order. With a sigh, I turned to go and found myself, once again, looking straight at the huge chest of Oscar Delancey.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I told myself. What are you doing by yourself again?!

"Hiya Doll. How are you?"

"Fine, thank you. Now, please excuse me."

He stepped in my path as I tried to move around him. "Not so fast, girlie. I want to ask you something."

"Er, no thanks," I squeaked, beginning to panic.

"What do you say that you and me go to the dance together?"

As stupid as it sounds, I mean, big scary guy right there in front of me, but I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Excuse me," I repeated, trying to get past him again.

"Already going with someone, sweetheart?"

Pardon me while I GAG! "As a matter of fact – "

"—she's going with me," a voice interrupted my pathetic attempt of a lie.

There stood Tony, hands on hips, and a very cold expression on his face. Oscar flinched slightly, then snorted. "I should have guessed that the little bassoon bitch would end up with you. On second thought, you can have her. She's not all that hot anyway."

Tony's fist seemed to spring from his side of its own accord, connecting into Oscar's jaw with a loud thud. I was so stunned that I couldn't move.

"Don't you ever call her that again, do you hear me? I warned you already, Delancey, though apparently it wasn't enough. This is your last chance! If you ever go near her or bother her in any way again, I'll do more than just blacken your eye or bruise your jaw! Do you understand?"

Oscar leapt back to his feet, snarling and balling his hands into fists. "I'd like to see you try that again, Higgins! I'll kill you!"

Tony didn't look fazed. "Oh, I'm really scared of you, Delancey.

"Tony, look out!" I watched in horror as Oscar charged the smaller guy. I shouldn't have worried though, because Tony just sidestepped and sent his opponent sprawling onto the asphalt. The downed trombone moaned and cussed as he rose again to his feet. This time, however, he merely flipped us off and stumbled away, calling back over his shoulder, "I'll get you somehow, Higgins, and your little bitch too!"

The two of us didn't speak for a while as we tried to catch our breaths and let our hearts slow back down to normal speed. Finally, in an attempt to break the mood, I said, "I think he just burned himself by modifying and using a Wizard of Oz quote."

Tony nodded. "Yeah. He's such an ass."

"You're the one who gave him that black eye then?"

"That was me. He was dissing you the other night and I couldn't take it."

"Why? I'm just your poor 2nd bassoon who has to put up with your crazy bipolar tendencies."

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

I looked up at the sudden question, utterly startled. Tony just asked me to the dance? "Wait, what?"

"I said," he started again, "will you go to the dance tonight with me. I know Jason's probably already asked you, but in case he hasn't yet…"

"He hasn't," I admitted.

"So…."

I liked Tony, I truly did. Even though he had his weird mood switches, I couldn't deny the fact that I was attracted to him. But I liked Jason too, a lot, and Jason was always there for me. Actually, now that I thought about it, Tony was apparently the one who was always there for me, even thought I hadn't known it. Despite all his good qualities, I couldn't see Jason punching Oscar. And, Jason hadn't asked me yet. And, I rather owed to Tony, seeing how he'd just taken care of my camp nightmare for me.

"Yes."

Tony's eyebrows went up. "Yes, what?"

"I'll go with you."

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12:30 pm

"There you are, Julia! We were wondering where you'd gotten to," Grekory said, as I approached my lunch table. The whole fiasco with Oscar had made me half an hour late.

"Sorry, got caught up with something. I'm here now though. What did I miss?"

Klara laughed. "It was awesome. That tuba, Jack Kelly, came over here to argue with Anne again. It was hilarious, she threw a grape at him!"

"I should have thrown a potato at him," Anne grumbled from across the table.

Ryan perked up. "A potato?"

"There's a pile of them in the raw vegetable display. I really wanted to club him to death with one."

"I'll be right back," Ryan said quickly, darting out of his seat. Moments later he was back with a raw potato. "Community potato. Everyone has to take a bite."

"That's disgusting, Blink," Jason sighed, shaking his head.

"Yeah," Anne added, recoiling backwards from the large spud, "sharing food is nasty."

Taras nodded, "You what's going to be more disgusting? Have you ever eaten unwashed potato peel?"

"As a matter of fact, Itey, I haven't. I'll take your word for it though, I'm sure you have." Klara answered.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll go first." Taking a long, overly dramatic breath, he chomped into the potato as if it were a delicious apple. "Ugh—er—yum! Yes, yummy!"

"Right," I quipped, spearing a piece of chicken with my fork. "I'm happy with my well cooked meat. No more gross food eating contests for me. The watermelon rind was enough."

"So no one's going to eat any of this yummy potato?" Ryan's face was screwed up into a constipated looking smile.

Klara smirked. "Nope. But tell me, Ryan, is your stomach cramping yet?"

Anne interrupted my giggling, hissing frantically, "Hey Julia, we're currently having a very interesting conversation, and oh my gosh!" her voice blossomed into a loud and bubbly tone. "You are so right! There are no cute brass players here at camp!"

I stared at the possessed Anne in horror before seeing the reason for her morph. Her tuba bane, Jack Kelly, was standing a few feet away, an offended expression on his face. "As a matter of fact, little miss-doesn't-know-what-she's-talking-about, there are many girls who think I am more than just cute."

"Blech!" Ryan gagged, coughing up his bite of potato.

Klara screeched. "Ryan, ewwww! Gross, gross, gross!"

"I'll go get some napkins," Jason offered before hurriedly leaving the table. I was sorely tempted to follow, but I didn't want to miss a showdown between Jack and Anne.

The "tuba god" was staring strangely at the choking Ryan. "What is that?"

"Potato," Anne answered snottily. "We have a strong stomach contest every now and then. He lost. As you would, of course."

Jack didn't reply. Instead, he reached over and picked up the uneaten potato. I cringed as he took a huge bite. He chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and shrugged. "And the big deal is…?"

"Argh," Anne exclaimed, snatching the potato from him and taking a bite herself. She showed no sign of its repulsive taste, but I felt her foot start shaking under the table. "Yes," she said evenly, "nothing to it."

"Exactly," and the "tuba god" walked away.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Jason handing Klara a stack of napkins, before he leaned back over to me and whispered, "Hey, can I talk to you a moment."

"Sure," I said, though my stomach was starting to feel queasy.

Leaving a fuming Anne behind, we exited the dining hall. After several long moments of silence, Jason finally spoke. "I've been meaning to ask you this for a while, but, well, I wasn't exactly sure how to do it."

Oh, crap.

"Julia, you're really cool, and I would love it…hold on a sec," Jason held up an index finger and stuck his tongue to one side of his mouth. "Oh right," he said, going down on one knee, "will you, Julia Michaels, go to the dance tonight with me?"

Oh, double crap.

"Uh, Jason, I would love to – "

"—yes!" he interrupted. "That's awesome, I mean, I – "

I cut him off. "Jason, let me finish, and for goodness sake, get up. Jason, I would love to go with you, except that I'm already going with someone else."

His face froze. "What? With who?"

"Tony."

"Why?"

It was my turn to be shocked. "Why? Is that your business?"

"Julia, he's always being mean to you. He's always snappy and giving you the silent treatment. He's a jerk. Why are you going with him?"

I swallowed hard. I couldn't bring myself to tell him about Oscar. "Because I am."

"Do you want to?"

"Of course, I want to. Why would I go to a dance with somebody if I didn't want to?" I was getting very loud and defensive, and I knew that if I kept trying to argue with Jason any more, I would start crying. "I don't want to talk to you right now. When you've gotten over your bitterness at being rejected, then maybe we can talk. But for now, I'm going back to my dorm and don't you dare follow me."

With that, I turned and fled. Jason had the decency not to chase me, thank God! I held up until I neared the dorms, and then I burst out crying. Tripping over my own feet, I landed in a heap on the damp grass.

"Are you okay?" a kindly voice asked.

I scrambled to my feet to see Grant's crush, Cadence, hurrying towards me. Hastily wiping the tears off my face, I nodded.

"Oh my gosh, what happened? You're crying!"

"I'm okay, really. You know, PMS and all that."

She led me over to a bench. "It's Julia, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk?"

I sniffed. "Not really."

"I know the feeling," Cadence said, patting my shoulder. "My big sister's a psychiatry major. I hate it when she asks if I want to talk. It does help sometimes, though."

"I just met you. I don't think you'd understand," I said, getting myself partially back under control.

She laughed and brushed some leaves out of my hair. "I'm a girl. We have that in common. Which means we most likely have boys in common. Something tells me this has something to do with a guy."

"Yeah," I admitted.

"So, you see, I do understand. I've been there countless times. You'd be surprised how few nice guys there are out there. It seems I've met every male except those!"

"Julia?!"

My gaze shot in the direction of my name. Grant was running my way. "Wow, are you alright?" he asked, plopping down on my other side.

"She's fine," Cadence answered for me.

"I heard you're going to the dance with Tony," Grant spewed on, barely pausing to breathe. "That's awesome. He can't stop talking about it. I don't think I've ever seen him so infatuated with a girl. Anyway, you're nasty roommate found a date too! Guess who she's going with!"

I shook my head, my tears finally dried up. "Who?"

"SPOT!"

"Wait," Cadence broke in. "Hilary is going with THE Spot Conlon?"

Grant smiled knowingly. "Yeah, she sure is. Sorry if you wanted him. I guess you'll have to just go with me now."

There was silence as Cadence winked at me, "Yeah, I guess I will," she said.

I had to laugh as Grant fell off the bench in surprise. "Wait," he stuttered, "you're actually going to go with me?"

"Well, yeah. As you said, I can't go with Sebastian."

"YES!"

For the second time that day, a rather crazy male pulled me into a victory dance.

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5:30 pm

Symphony went as well as can be expected. Jason completely ignored me, and Tony couldn't stop smiling at me. However, this oddness was almost worth the hilariousness of Grant and Cadence. Throughout the entire rehearsal they flirted back and forth. Dr. Snyder was steaming out the ears by the end of the first fifteen minutes.

"That is ENOUGH, Mr. Meyers! And Miss Zylberman, you should be ashamed of yourself. Get your hand off of Mr. Meyers thigh!"

Music History and Camp Chorus were all right, but I was rather preoccupied with qualms about the night to come.

"Hey Julia! Are you alive?" Anne shouted into my ear. "Ms. Larkson just dismissed us! Let's go get some dinner and then get ready for the dance!"

I jumped. "Sorry, my thoughts were elsewhere."

"Yeah, I heard you're going with Tony! What's with that? I thought you liked Jason?"

"Look, can we not talk about this, okay?"

Anne sensed my touchiness and backed off. "Sure thing. Oh damn, here come Mr. Ego-pants."

"Afternoon, ladies," Jack drawled as he stopped in front of us.

"I heard you're going to the dance with Racetrack, Julia," he said.

Oh, I swear, I was going to throttle the next person who said that!

"What about you? Find somebody who could endure to take you?"

Anne opened her mouth in defiance of his snarky tone. "You conceited, son-of-a –"

"—now, now, let's use nice words," Jack cut in. "So, you don't have a date, huh?"

"So."

"Good, cause you're coming with me."

Both of us girls stared in shock.

"What?" Anne asked.

Jack didn't answer. Well, he did, but not orally. Seconds later, Anne and the tuba player were making out.

"Um, Anne?"

"Mhmmmm…?"

"Dinner?"

She waved me away, never unlatching her mouth from Jack's.

Oooookaaayy…I guess dinner would be a solo event.

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6:00 pm

I ate dinner with Cadence, Grant, and Klara, which was very interesting. Cadence, having finally accepted Grant's advances, couldn't keep her hands off the guy! Luckily Klara was there to talk to.

"After all that feuding, she kissed him?"

"She more than just kissed him," I giggled.

"Wow! I really didn't see that one coming."

"Neither did I!"

"Yeah, I really didn't see you and Tony coming either. Jason's kinda upset."

I glared at her. "Look, I – "

" – yeah, I can imagine you don't want to talk about it," she said. "Notice, however, that I am here with you, not with a certain hot flute player and his friends."

"Wait," I started, "You like Ryan?"

"Uh, duh, isn't it obvious?"

"Er, no. Or at least, I hadn't noticed."

Klara laughed. "Wow, Anne knew the moment I laid eyes on Blink!"

"Are you going with him tonight?"

"No, he didn't ask."

"Sorry."

"Hey ladies," Grant quipped from the other side of the table, "can we keep the icky girlie talk for later?"

I groaned and tossed a grape at him. Eick! I was taking after Anne! Frantically I checked to make sure there were no tall dark-haired tuba players around ready to make out with me. Phew! I was safe!

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7:00 pm

"Hilary, unblock the door!"

I only had an hour before the dance, and here I was, stuck outside my room, AGAIN! The worst part was that Sara wasn't in her room. I was screwed.

"Hilary, I swear to God, get this door open!"

No answer.

"HILARY!"

"Having a problem," a familiar voice asked behind me.

I turned to see Rachel observing my futile efforts. "Oh, hi Rach."

"Do you need some help?"

"Unless you have some magical way of making my roommate move the bureau away from the door, then no, I don't think so."

She sighed. "Hilary's quite the character. I hear she's going tonight with Spot."

"That's what I heard too."

"You heard correctly," Hilary's shrill voice called from inside my dorm room.

"Well, screw you!" Rachel shouted back. "Come on," she said, grabbing my hand, "we're about the same size and I brought an extra dress. It's turquoise, and will look absolutely fabulous on you."

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7:45 pm

Knock. Knock. "Rachel?"

Both of us girls jumped at the sound of a male voice.

"David? What on earth are you doing out there?" Rachel sang in a funny voice.

"Hoping you'll open the door so I won't get caught," he sang back.

She hopped up and unlocked the door, letting the tall blonde guy into the room. He handed her a bouquet of flowers and gave her a quick kiss. "I came to escort you to the dance."

"How sweet of you, kind sir. May I reintroduce to you a Miss Julia Michaels."

"Miss Julia," David said, kissing my hand. "You look stunning in my gorgeous girlfriend's dress."

I laughed. "She was kind enough to let me borrow it, as my roommate locked me out again."

"Ah yes, you're rooming with Hilary Cook. You poor thing. She's going with Spot tonight."

"Yes, David, we know," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "Who doesn't know?"

"What I want to know is how a bitch like her got him," I asked, glaring at the ceiling.

"Spot likes dating the bitchy type," David informed me. "And he especially likes dumping them. Just wait for it tomorrow – it'll be beautiful."

"Well, good! Hilary deserves it!"

"Are you lovely ladies ready to go?"

Rachel pulled me over to the mirror and we gave ourselves one finally check. "Yes, we are," she announced.

"Oh, hang on a second," David said suddenly, reaching into his pocket. "I forgot something. Here," he handed Rachel a jewelry box.

"David," she sighed, exasperatedly, "you really shouldn't have."

"Go on, open it."

She removed the lid and held up an exquisite silver chain with a bass clef pennant. "It's beautiful!"

David smiled and helped her clasp it on, then he offered us each an arm and led us out towards the stairwell.

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8:00 pm

Tony was waiting for me outside the hall where the dance was being held. "This is for you," he said, offering me a single rose.

"Thank you."

"Are you ready to go in?" he asked.

I nodded and accepted his arm. Once inside, my ears were assaulted by the loud rock music blaring through the speakers. I caught sight of Jack and Anne by the side exit, still making out. Pointing them out to Tony, he joined in my laughter.

"Wow, that's interesting," he shouted over the noise. "Wanna dance?"

Thus I found out that Tony is a wicked dancer with some pretty wild moves. A few songs later the DJ started a slow one, and the two of us moved in closer together. I was really close to him, my head on his shoulder, his arms around my back. We moved about in a circling trance until I heard him say in my ear, "I really like you, Julia."

I pulled away slightly and looked at him. "What?"

He didn't answer, just kept staring at me. The uncomfortable feeling returned to my stomach. I didn't understand. I liked Tony, I really did! Why was I feeling so miserable all of a sudden. Frustrated, I leaned in and kissed him. Startled, it took him a few moments to respond, but it turns out that Tony is a wicked kisser as well. When we broke away from each other, I spotted Jason watching. When he noticed that I'd seen him, the oboist turned and walked towards the exit.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked as he felt my body stiffen. He followed my gaze. "Oh."

The tears were coming back now. I fought them as best I could.

"Julia," Tony sighed, "if you don't want to be here with me, you don't have to be. I really like you, and that does mean that I want you to be happy."

I felt a wet trickle on my face. "I'm sorry," I said, shaking my head. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Don't cry, you're going to ruin your mascara. Now go on, if you run you'll be able to catch up to him."

Unsure, I hesitated a few seconds longer, then quickly gave Tony another peck on the lips and hoisted my skirts to chase after Jason. "Thank you!" I yelled back to my former date of the evening. I felt bad about leaving him, but I needed to make things right with Jason.

It was very cold outside without my wrap, which I had left in the dance hall. It was also very hard to run in Rachel's heels. Jason wasn't in sight, but I kept on running in the direction of the dorms.

"Jason?" I shouted. "Jason, where are you?"

"Julia?" Jason appeared from a corner where he had been sitting in the dark. "What are you doing out here?"

"I need to talk to you," I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

He sighed. "Look, you already explained earlier. I saw you in there sucking the lips off Higgins, so whatever. No big deal. I'm sure he's growing impatient in there waiting for you to return."

"Actually," I said, shivering, "he told me to come talk to you. I was scared to, but he convinced me that I needed to tell you that I like you."

Jason froze. "What?"

"I like you. I know I was just kissing Tony, but I was really confused. I like Tony, too, but not like I like you. Jason, please," I attempted a smile, "I'd kneel to ask you, but this isn't my dress. Will you go to the rest of the dance with me?"

Silence.

"Could you at least scream and cuss at me so I can go back inside where it's warm?"

He took a step towards me. "What on earth are you doing outside in a sleeveless dress with no jacket?"

"Uh, chasing after you."

"Here," he said, taking off his coat.

I accepted it, struggling to get my arms into the sleeves. "Does this mean you forgive me?"

"Yeah, I guess it does."

I rather expected Tony to be a good kisser, but boy, was Jason a surprise. Wow, that kid was an excellent kisser.

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A/N: See, it was a long chapter to make up for the long wait. Only one left! A little hint: if I get a lot of reviews, I may update sooner.

-- pj