I swear. This is the worst and most God-damn embarrassing thing I just did in my whole damn life… I was doing history sometime ago and I swear… I'd rather be a frontline soldier in the Soviet Army in Stalingrad than even move to the Harvest Festival to dance with a girl… Much less a guy….

Well, Barzini here, with a special TV offer! (Sorry, I was watching Epic Rap Battles Of History, Billy Mays VS Ben Franklin) Okay, what am I saying? Anyway, I just asked Hannah to dance with me, first off, she is a friend, which would be heck lot less awkward than me and though Nelly would probably dance with me, I don't want to get her hopes up on ANYTHING.

Okay, so now, we are on the way there, and I think my friendship with Hannah probably died with asking her to dance.

There was this awkward silence between us, not helped by the bunch of… Of… GIRLS behind us.

"So… How's life?" I cleared my throat, and turned my head sideways to face the girl whose head is oh-so-lowered, and clutching onto her sketchbook as if not using as much force would actually kill her.

"Mhm? It's okay." She answered pointedly, effectively ending any attempt by me to make conversation.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I heard my iPhone ring, and the name I see was Madwoman. Okay, I have got codenames for everyone in my contacts list. For example, for Diane, if she was to call me, her name would appear as Blink 182, for obvious reasons. Then, Katie would be known as Emo. Thus, Madwoman will be…

"Wait for me Mister!"

The voice sounded from behind us, and I quickened my footsteps, as the "Mister" statement was clearly directed at me, as I am clearly the only guy in this group advancing along the streets of Marine Parade,

"Look, its Nelly!" I could hear Diane gasp, and I closed my eyes, and stood still, appreciating the beauty of life fully for once, ah the delicate brushing of the wind across my face, as if alerting me to my impending doom.

"Hannah, could you kindly please move on first? I got an issue of a personal nature to deal with first?" My voice went grossly higher and sweeter, and I saw Hannah give a shiver as she nodded, and I cracked my knuckles and turned around to come face to face with Nelly, staring right into her green eyes, and I got such a shock that I gave way, walking back one or two steps, and losing all the sense of hostility.

"So, we going to dance or what?" She said, walking ahead of me, and seeing that I wasn't moving along, she paused and I followed her hesitantly, thinking of the best way to break it to her that everything was… Well, planned.

"So who is your second partner for the Harvest Dance?" She asked, and I stopped in my tracks, my mouth agape.

"SECOND PARTNER?" I bellowed, and she grinned.

"Yes, this year is a three people dance! Asked anyone yet? I got a friend in mind actually, she would love-"

"No, no. I got someone in mind." I said hastily, and walked with her, casting furtive glances at the girls behind us, and I swear I saw Diane displaying a "V" sign with her hand, and waving it at me, and I mouthed the words-

"Filthy mudblood."

Oh yay. Two people dancing. One more awkward situation to deal with. Remind me when there are times when I felt that I actually should fall sick?

Xxx

"Hannah! Hannah!" I cried out when I saw her, her arms crossed and bags already at the side, some distance away from the gigantic statue of the Harvest Goddess which Nelly had made stood there, all painted, and I must say, it looked pretty lifelike, the statue having a lush pink, and one hand holding a fruit basket, and the other holding a melon pan, with her head tilted to a side, smiling.

"Yes?" She was already in her goddess costume, a pink skirt and her hair tied into a bun. The dancing always comes before the Harvest feast. That's when they bring in this huge pot to cook whatever everyone had brought. Sometimes it tastes nice, sometimes, it does not, really depends on your luck what everyone had put in.

"Have you heard? It's a three way dance. Then, a two way dance. And I got a text from Cheyenne saying… Nelly's with you? So the three way is settled then. The two way?"

This was getting interesting by the minute. Wait no, not interesting. Things are going straight to hell real fast. Now I have to decide whom to dance with.

"The two way… Uhh…"

"Hey! Hey! Look at my costume!" I turned around and saw Diane in her pink gown as well, but with a little frills and some makeup on her face.

"Yay! You're in a dress! I need to go change out as well. Be right back, Hannah." I said, and she nodded curtly as I slung my bag across my shoulder and headed to the bathroom where there was an insanely long queue. However, the so-called "moving" of the queues was definitely faster at the boys side. God… I should have went back home to change before making my way here…

When my turn came, I changed into my farming clothes, and tied a bandana around my head. The standard dress code for men in the Harvest Festival. The girls are supposed to look like the Goddess, while the boys, like their lovers. Which primarily explains why the girls overwhelmingly outnumber boys in this place, with the males purposely spraining their foot, or making themselves fall ill SOMEHOW. It is said that eating lots of cheese is a famous method, for you end up having diarrhea.

"So hi guys!" I was going to walk towards the group of girls when a male suddenly cut in my path and made a beeline for the girls, and I saw that he had decently spiky hair, and he was already in the usual dress code.

"Katie!" I heard the man said, and hurried after him and joined up with the group, and the girls all looked up, and Katie's eyes fell wide open, and the corn she was holding in her hand tumbled out as she stared at the boy.

"LIAM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" She shrieked, and we all looked at each other, confused, but Xenia's hand was over her mouth. She flung the breadfruit at him, and smashed the other one at his head.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE! WHY ARE YOU HERE! I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE. ARE YOU STALKING ALL OF US? KATIE, WHO THE HECK IS THIS? I SAW YOU YESTERDAY LOOKING AT ALL OF US. WHO ARE YOU. WHO? WHO? WHO?" Xenia was repeatedly attacking him and the moment she said the word-

"STALK"

It was like a green light for an all out assault on this boy.

Cheyenne was smacking him with her corn, Gina had smashed a pumpkin through his head, Takt was hitting the side of his pumpkin-flesh-covered-face with her potatoes, Nelly was had wrenched the boy's bag from him, and threw a potato at his chest, and Hannah had used her tomatoes to add red to the orange on his face, and I myself had pushed a few strawberries into his mouth.

"Wait! Stop! Stop!" Katie screamed and we all stopped and stepped aside. He was definitely battered by fruits now.

"Who is he?" Xenia demanded and Katie swallowed.

"He has a mad crush on me… Must I go on?" Katie replied, as if there she was even willing to plead with us not to further question her.

"Oho… Okay…" Xenia fell silent and we spent a few moments staring at each other before a large trumpet blare alerted us.

"The dance is starting!"

"Uhm… You two want to be alone?" I coughed, and Katie nodded steely, her eyes possibly even burning with a type of fire, decreeing, "I WILL KILL YOU"

"Come, let's go. See you later, Katie." We left hastily, and curiously, no one dared mention the event which just happened.

A man with a great black beard stood on a podium with a loud hailer, a great grin plastered on his face, himself in farming work clothes, and a bandana tied to his forehead.

"Please, we have the three people dance first! Get into your threes please!" He barked, and everyone started to move, and with my face bright red, I held hands with Hannah and Nelly, to form a circle, with the remaining girls also in their threes, Diane with a friend of hers whom I know not, and a person whom I recognize as her neighbor. Meanwhile, Takt with Gina and Cheyenne, while Xenia, the lucky one, ended up with two hunks, and she was positively beaming.

"Begin!"

A lady stepped onto the stage, dressed in the same costume, just that her dress had glitters on it, and sweeping her pink hair aside, she held up her ocarina and blew gently into it, the tune as if on purpose, slowly drifted through the dance plaza and even I, for a moment, forgot all the woes in this world. Then, we started going around in circles while holding each other's hands, and held up our hands as we twirled to allow other dancers to enter our ring and spin within us.

The ocarina's tune was light, but not so gentle till it was mundane. But forceful enough to keep you going.

As we slowly moved about the spots, everyone was smiling, and humming to the tune, and raising their hands slowly when the tune got higher, a cue for others to go within the circle formed by others, and lowered their hands when the pitch got lower, a hint to stay where you are and turn about in circles.

As the music ended, everyone applauded the ocarina player, and she bowed low, before leaving the stage and the bearded man took her place.

"The two people dance! Come on folks! Get movin'! Just like 'ow crops don't wait for you to water before they die! C'mon!"

The terrible part has come. Will I even survive? Who am I going to dance with!

Xxx

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