A/N: YAY! Glad you guys liked the first chapter. Also, the POVs will vary in this fanfic, unlike my kindergarten story in which it was all Mark's POV. Just letting you know, the next two chapters after this one will involve Angel angst -gasp- R&R please!

Days flew by, and soon the boho kids were three weeks into fifth grade.

Mimi Marquez stood in the girls' bathroom re-applying some lipstick. She was going to make Roger Davis look at her—not just look at her like he looked at any of his other friends, but to actually notice her in a different kind of way—if it was the last thing she ever did. Maureen and Joanne were standing right behind her.

"Make sure you flip your hair when you walk by him," said Maureen, "That'll get him to notice all the glitter you added in it!"

Joanne put a hand on Mimi's shoulder. "Act casual. If you act over-the-top, he'll notice you, all right, but he'll think you're out of your mind!"

Mimi giggled. "Thanks guys." She looked at her watch. "Almost lunch time. If he doesn't say anything or at least start checking me out by the end of lunch, I give up."

"Meemz, don't give up!" Joanne cried. "Roger's a little slow..." She pointed to her head, and Maureen laughed loudly. "It may take him a while to notice."

"Hey, can I borrow that glitter sometime? Maybe Mark would notice me more if I put 'em in my hair. He likes shiny stuff."

Joanne blinked. "You...like Mark?"

Maureen blushed. "Whoops."

"Aww! How cute!" Mimi squealed. "If I get Roger to like me, we can go double dating. You and Mark and me and Roger!"

"Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves..." Joanne said, and Maureen laughed.

"As far as the glitter...It's Angie's, not mine. Ask him to borrow 'em," said Mimi.

"I think I will!" replied Maureen. "I mean, if this plan works and all. Like, if Roger, who is like, oblivious to the world around him, finally notices the beauty that is Mimi Marquez---"

Mimi giggled.

"—Then I'm definitely using that glitter. Anyway...Ooh! Mimi, Hurry! It's lunchtime! Quick! Hurry! Get him! GO!"

"Will you stop screamin' like a wild maniac?" Joanne cried.

Mimi burst out laughing, and Maureen rolled her eyes at Joanne. "You wish you had my voice, Miss I'm-So-Quiet-That-The-Teacher-Never-Hears-Me!"

"Oh, shut up, Mo."

"Guys!" Mimi interrupted their argument. "Stop fighting! Let's go!"

Both girls stopped quarreling to start squealing as they headed out of the bathroom.

"Good luck! We'll be secretly watching at the table the whole time!" Joanne cried.

"Please," Mimi muttered, "Angie already told me that he'd be stalking me to see what happens...now I have you two snooping in on me!"

"We won't stalk you," said Maureen, "We'll just obsessively watch you at lunch and if you're not done impressing him by then we'll walk around wherever you go and snoop in on you."

"Isn't that stalking?" Joanne asked.

Maureen blinked. "Shut up."

Joanne laughed evilly and watched as Mimi walked towards the cafeteria.

"If Roger isn't in total shock at Mimi's new look by the end of lunch, I might have to kick his ass."

"OOH! JOANNE! You swore!"

"Oh, come on, Maureen, let's just go to lunch. I'm starving." Joanne muttered.

"For food, or for snooping?"

Joanne glared at Maureen.

"Okay! Okay! I'll shut up now! C'mon, let's go!"

Mimi looked fabulous and she knew it. She walked into the cafeteria and put her lunch box down on the table next to Roger. She slowly sat down, showing off the brand new skirt she bought over the weekend. She flipped her hair to the side, nervously glancing at Roger, who was eating his salami sandwich, completely oblivious of the fact that she was trying to get his attention. She looked over at Maureen, Joanne, and Angel, who were staring at the both of them intently.

What should I do? She mouthed to them. The three friends glanced at each other nervously, then looked back at Mimi and shrugged. She thought for a moment, and then remembered that she was wearing the perfume she'd borrowed from her mother. She glanced over at who was seated two seats away from her. Mark. An easy target.

"Hey, Mark, can I have a chip?" she asked.

Mark nodded. "Sure."

Mimi slowly reached out her arm in front of Roger to grab the chip, hoping that Roger would smell the scent of her perfume. Sure enough, he did, but he hadn't reacted the way she'd hoped he would.

"Dude, what's that smell?"

Mimi had been swallowing the chip when he had said this and almost choked.

"What smell?" asked Tom.

"Smelled like...my grandma's perfume. Yuck. I dunno, it was weird..." Roger went back to eating his salami sandwich.

Mimi looked down at the ground, Mark adjusted his glasses, and Angel, Maureen, and Joanne chattered in hushed whispers. And Tom was beginning to catch on with what was going on.

Mimi flipped her hair back again. It was no use.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," she said quietly, trying to fight back the tears burning in her eyes. She ran out of the cafeteria. Maureen and Joanne followed. Angel was forced to sit and wait, as he obviously wasn't allowed in the girls' bathroom.

"Didn't you get it, Roger?" Tom whispered when they had left.

Roger had his sandwich stuffed in his mouth as he asked, "Get what?"

Angel sighed. "Mimi's got a crush on you, Rog. She got all dressed up for ya. Didn't you see? She had sparkles in her hair, and she was wearing as much makeup as the school allows you to wear. She told me that the outfit she's wearing is brand new, she bought it this weekend. Just for you."

Roger blinked. "Whoa. Dude. Are you serious?"

Mark adjusted his glasses. "You should go talk to her at later, Roger."

"Yeah..." Roger muttered. "I guess I should."

Being the procrastinator that he was, Roger ended up waiting until the last few minutes of the school day to talk to Mimi. She was getting her backpack and heading out the door for dismissal when he stopped her.

"Hey, Mimi?"

Mimi looked down at the floor. "What?"

"Look, uh...I'm really sorry that I was kind of...ignoring you and I didn't know you were...trying to...um..."

"I wanted you to notice me, Roger," Mimi said, "Not just as one of your friends. As a girl...who...likes you. A lot." She hadn't meant for all of that to slip out. She was afraid of what Roger was going to say next.

Roger was stunned. Sure, he had heard from Angel and Tom that Mimi had a crush on him, but to actually hear it from her...

"I...um..." He sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. After a moment of silence, he put a hand on her shoulder. "You look really, really pretty, Mimi."

Mimi looked up at him. "Really? Do...do you mean that? I mean...you're not just feeling sorry for me...I'm sure Angie or someone told you about what I was trying to do..."

"Sure, I mean it. And yeah, Angie kind of filled me in on everything but...That don't matter. You do look really nice, Meemz."

Mimi said nothing. She simply pulled him into a hug. "Thanks, Roger."

Roger stood there awkwardly as she hugged him, but eventually put an arm around her shoulders. When she pulled away he quickly stuffed his hand back in his pocket.

"Oh..." Mimi looked at the classroom clock. "Gotta go."

"I'll walk you outside," Roger said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Mimi smiled. "Okay!"

And then, side by side, Mimi Marquez and Roger Davis walked out of the classroom.