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This fanfic is rated TCF for Totally Cliché and Fluffy!!!

Chapter Three: Confusion is Nothing New

Jeremie logged off his computer and climbed into bed. He had spent the last three hours twiddling his thumbs and randomly writing a paragraph or two before deleting them immediately. He had to ask Aelita to the dance; it was just something he had to do. Perhaps he would write her a note, something sappy and cute to make her heart melt. Or maybe he could just ask her.

He shook his head. He would stutter hopelessly. It had to be a letter. He grabbed a composition notebook from underneath his mattress and began to scribble furiously.

Dear Aelita,

The big Winter Dance is coming up and I've picked someone really special to go with me. She's really pretty and I bet she would look stunning in a dress. I don't think you've ever talked to her, though you might have. (He laughed at his own joke for a second before continuing.) I've put a picture of her in here if you want to see who she is. Hope you are ok with it.

Jeremie

He picked up his wallet from the floor and fished a small school picture of Aelita from it. With a smile he slid it into an envelope with his letter and sealed it. Reaching over for his alarm clock he set his alarm an hour early. He would deliver it then.

His buzzing alarm woke him much too soon for his liking, but, remembering his mission, he climbed out of bed and got dressed. He shoved the letter in his pocket and ran out of his room and down the stairs (up the stairs?) to the girl's rooms. He carefully slipped the letter under Aelita's door and ran back to his room. He could feel his heart pounding just from giving Aelita the letter. He groaned remembering that it was still a school day and he did have to get showered and go to class.

At breakfast that morning Jeremy noticed a particularly shy Aelita was avoiding his gaze and blushing whenever he looked at her. Odd seemed to have noticed this too.

"Hey Princess, what's up? Is there a contest for acting shy today? Cause you haven't said a word this morning."

Aelita shook her head and produced the letter from underneath the table.

"Umm… Jeremie?" She asked hesitantly. "I read your letter."

"And?" Jeremie asked, expecting the worst.

"I'd love to go to the dance with you."

Jeremie felt himself floating. Was Xana attacking? Another anti-gravity attack? His friends were all sitting in their seats though and so was he.

"Y-you do?" He found himself stuttering. Damn, I knew I would stutter, he berated himself angrily, as he sighed heavily. "Great I'll meet you at the bottom of the stairs at 7."

Did he just say that? Clearly? Without a stutter? Where did those words come from? Where did Jeremie go? Why did he still feel like he was floating? He had to admit though. He really didn't mind this feeling that much.

"Yo, Einstein? Come back to Earth Jeremie! Aelita asked you something!"

Jeremie's head snapped back from the clouds and he gave Aelita his undivided attention.

"Um, what color dress should I wear?

Jeremie stopped the string of prettily dressed Aelitas in his mind. What color? What color? How was he supposed to know? Say something you idiot!

"U-um…well..."

Yumi interrupted him with a laugh.

"Spare the poor boy Aelita! We'll go shopping together."

The pink-haired girl agreed and they moved away from the boy a bit to whisper hurriedly in one another's ear. Jeremie couldn't help but try to listen. The girls realized this almost immediately and giggled. Excusing themselves to hurry upstairs.

"Silly girls" Ulrich grumbled, stirring his cereal mercilessly.

"You know Ulrich, normally you're supposed to eat that stuff." Odd teased, pointing at Ulrich's massacred cereal. Ulrich growled something unintelligible and shoved a spoonful in his mouth.

"What's got you in a mood Ulrich?" Asked Jeremie, though the black eye pointed it out. Ulrich gave Jeremie a glare and just shrugged.

Odd smiled and shook his head. Good old Ulrich. Moody as hell.

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