Hey! First off, I'd like to thank all the wonderful people who've taken the time to write me reviews. Reading what you've written really helps my writing, and birghtens up my day. Secondly, as for who Sam's dance partner is... rolls eyes I'm not exactly a "master of suprise". Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter, which I wrote just for you.

It all passed too fast. Like a dream that I was watching from the outside, seeing the impossible happen; I was getting a crush on him. Some boy that I didn't even know, someone I had only been dancing with for the past hour, someone who I called Phantom. It was all too…unreal. I was Sam. Things like that don't happen to me.

We'd talked the whole while. Amazing, how I still had no clue what his name was, but I practically knew his life story. I hadn't told him so much about me, but enough. For some reason, I felt…connected to him somehow.

"Hey, Angel, do you want to go get our picture taken?" Phantom suggested, gesturing toward the stage where an arch had been set up, covered with real flowers, where dancing partners were getting their picture taken. Clingy girls were draped over the arms of guys who looked half asleep, and looked like they were debating whether to kick the girls off of them or not. I stared at him, with a look that basically said, "Are you kidding me?!"

"Never mind," he muttered, and then his face brightened again. "Hey," he said brightly, starting to head through the crowd, "follow me." Cautiously, I followed him through the steady flow of dancers, all getting ready to leave. He just blindly pushed through them, while I was trying to simply not get trampled. Hey, whoever said teens weren't animals?

At the edge of the ballroom, I hissed, "Where are we going again?" He just smiled, and pushed through a small wooden door I hadn't noticed before. Taking my hand, he led me through the small opening. I peered through the darkness, and shrugged. "Can't see a thing."

Even through the darkness, I could see the flash of white as he smiled. Then everything burst into perspective.

Colored lights burst from the darkness, immediately lighting up the night. Fountains came on, the light reflecting off the glassy surface of the water. It was a fairy garden, complete with hundreds of rose bushes and lilacs. How could I not have noticed this before? I stepped back, amazed.

"Wow," I breathed, breath-taken. Phantom smiled again, and I thought that for sure it was too big for his face.

"Do you like it?" Phantom asked, stepping closer. I nodded, smiling myself. It was all so…perfect.

We stood there quietly for a few moments, just slowly taking in all the beauty around us. We were at the center of the garden, and it was otherworldly. I loved my home, but Amity Park wasn't exactly the place you come for great beauty. I can't believe I'd never seen this before.

"It's new," Phantom said, as if reading my mind. I turned and smiled at him.

"It's beautiful," I replied.

"It really is." I stepped a bit closer, as did he. It was like we were magnetized, being pulled together subconsciously. I hadn't realized we were so close before it happened.

We just gazed into each other's eyes stupidly, both of us not sure if we should move. We were so close that I could feel his breath, cold against my face in the chilly night air.

"Angel, I…"

"Dash! We've got to go! Come on!" I almost fell over. Dash was here?! I stared at Phantom, who was trying to see over the hedge. "I gotta go," he said hurriedly, staring to move toward a gate. Confused, I just stared at his retreating form. Then I realized. I nearly smacked my head at how stupid I had been.

"Wait…Dash?" He froze at hearing his name, and I knew my assumption was correct. He turned around.

"The one and only," he admitted and, smiling weakly, he stripped off his mask.

It was definitely Dash.

"Now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I know who you are, Angel," Dash said, then he just stared at me,waiting. I started to walk backwards hurriedly, nearly tripping over my own boots.

"Maybe I better not…" I replied, trying to act calm. I mean, seriously, how would you be acting? I had had a crush on DASH, for crying out loud!

"What?" Dash asked, confused. "Why not?" He started walking toward me, reaching for my mask. He just brushed away my futile attempts to try to keep my mask on. Dash staggered back as he saw my (somewhat guilty) face.

"Manson?" He stared at me in horror, like I was the Grim Reaper or something. I snatched back my mask.

"I do have a name, you know," I replied, finally finding the doorknob with my hands behind my back. I wanted to be as far away from this place, and these memories, as I could.

"Uh…sorry." He closed his mouth, with had been hanging open in shock. "Sorry, Sam." I just nodded stiffly. He cleared his throat, noticing the obvious awkwardness.

"DASH! Come on, NOW!" Dash grinned sheepishly, mouthing, "Big sister." I smiled. So Danny and Dash did have something in common.

Dash walked toward the gate, then stopped and looked back at me. "So…see you at school, Sam?" I grinned despite myself. Who knows, maybe Dash had changed! (Hey, I can dream.)

"See you at school, Dash." Then he left, and I could only stare and wonder, What the heck am I getting into now?