After seven hours at school, half an hour on the football field practicing and another half hour working on music, we're exhausted. But not Hannah, of course! She's always energetic because of the Vault addiction! Note the sarcasm in my voice.

So, when she wanted me to help her hack into Mr. Branch's grade book, I was skeptical. No, skeptical isn't really the word for it. Let's try brutal.

"No way am I going to spend a half hour or more trying to get into Branch's grade book to change your grade, which isn't that bad anyway. I am going home and taking a nice nap."

"Darcy!" Hannah pleaded. "I have a 95 average, which is barely an A. I need a few extra points. Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Okay."

So, after making sure everyone was gone, we ducked into Branch's office. (This would be your cue to start playing some James Bond-ish music.)

Hannah flopped herself onto his tiny, old, raggedy couch and stared at me.

"What?" I hissed.

"I don't know how to do it," she said innocently.

"UGH!" I huffed and sat down at his computer.

His computer's desktop was as cluttered as the office itself. It had so many icons, I could barely tell what they were. After searching for nearly three minutes, I finally noticed the grade book icon.

"It wants a password," I whispered. I hoped no one would be in the band hall.

"Type in a password."

"What do you think his password is?"

"I dunno."

"You're tons of help."

I typed in everything I could think of. Band, Branch, ihateflaggirls (which he does), Torrey. Even random words that came to my mind. Nothing.

PASSWORD! I typed in 'password'. Who woulda guessed it, his password is 'password'.

I searched for Hannah's name. There it was. I changed the 95 to a 97.

"Okay, let's go." I said. I gave Hannah a look that said 'You totally owe me.'

"Okay, okay. Geez."

I opened the door and peeked out. No one was in the band room. We sneaked around the corner that led to the hallway.

"All clear," Hannah said. We started running as fast as possible to the back door. Knowing me, I had to trip over my feet. I flew at least five feet through the air before landing on Hannah and pulling her down with me. We hit the floor and slid a few feet on the freshly waxed floor. I looked at Hannah. We both cracked up at the sight of ourselves.

"I'm not doing this again," I said as I struggled to stand up.

"I know…" Hannah said.

I walked over to the door and got out my cell phone.

"I'm calling Brodie. We're so going out for dinner tonight. You and Tyler wanna come?"

"Naw, Tyler's already planning something for me at his house. I'm seriously hoping it doesn't involve cocktail dresses again. I'd better get over there. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said and went on dialing Brodie's number.

Brodie took me out to Pizza Hut and we had our favorite, ham and pineapple. We had a great time together, as always. Afterwards, he took me out to my favorite place in town, a little country road outside the elementary school where I first met Brodie, so many years ago.

Brodie hooked his iPod up to his car stereo. He had a whole playlist on there of our songs. It Ends Tonight by The All-American Rejects was the first one. Brodie leaned in to kiss me. I let him, then kissed back. I pulled away from him and smiled. Without any words, he climbed into the backseat. I followed. I laid my head on his lap and we had one of our inexplicable conversations that could make any girl's heart melt.

I'm leaving the rest to your imagination…

Okay, today I'm not so good at the lovey stuff.