Next chapter is up! Yay! So, there's not much to say right now. I roughly based this off of the song 'About a Girl'. Roughly though, if you listen to it, you might get the angle I'm coming from. I'm basing this mostly off the chorus ('I'm not in love, this is not my heart…') But like, maybe you won't see what I'm aiming for. I ended up putting a lot more about Dawn in here and a lot less of the song.Sorry, it's like, late right now and I can't exactly think straight right now. And OOH THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT! This chapter takes place a few days/one week after school has started, so, yea. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!!

Let me give a special thanks to Kidd Dragon, pOo-bear, and Starlight Amethyst! You guys rock, thanks for the reviews, favorites, and alerts! I'm so happy that you guys liked it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the songs on the album 'Fast Times at Barrington High'.

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Lucas mumbled to himself as he walked down the halls. It was just another day at school. Just another day. Another day where he failed once more to express his feelings for Dawn. Another day where every time he got near her, his heart started to beat really fast. Another day, where he could only stutter in front of her.

"Hey, I'll meet you back here in a few minutes, okay?" Damion waved as he and Lucas went in different directions.

Why couldn't be around her? Why couldn't he?! He slammed his fists against his locker. He was Lucas, damn it! He was cool, suave, smart…he was every girl's dream boy! Then, why couldn't he ask a pretty blue-haired girl to eat lunch with him without breaking out into an intense sweat?

It was that party that caused this all to happen to him. He was never one to get hung up on a girl. Well, maybe it happened a few times, but never did it get this bad. But, that old bottle had to land in front of him, and he just had to kiss her. Sure, he had thought she was cute, but that kiss made all sorts of feelings explode inside his brain. Damn that Damion, making him go to that party. If he hadn't, maybe he wouldn't be banging his head against a piece a metal, and he definitely wouldn't be looking crazy right now.

"Lucas, aren't you hurting yourself?" Lucas slowly lifted his head, to see gorgeous Dawn looking at him with a slightly puzzled look.

"Uh, wha? Oh, why was I doing that…uh, where I come from, all the boys bang their heads against their lockers at the end of the day. Crazy tradition." Shrugging, he started to grin like a maniac, because he thought he had just come up with the best excuse ever.

"Oh, really?" Dawn obviously did not believe him, as she put on a mock interested voice and started to stare at him in fake disbelief, "Because where I come from, boys bang their heads against their lockers when they are having girl troubles."

"Well, I don-"

"Tell me who it is and what's wrong." She stated bluntly.

"Ok, so I, um, like this girl. A lot. And I just met her, and I don't know a lot about her, but I like, really like her. It's just, I, uh, can't tell her that I like her. I start stuttering and stuff."

"It's obvious what you have to do!"

"What?!"

"You have to look her straight in the eye, pretend she's someone totally different, someone that you don't mind being around, and say, 'I like you!' before anything bad happens."

"I like you." The words exploded out of Lucas' mouth. He didn't even think when he said them, following Dawn's advice. He just had to say them before anything bad happened. Before he and Dawn became best friends and there would be too much to lose. Before another boy snagged her as his girlfriend. Before someone too close to him fell in love with her.

The last one was a little too close to happening for his liking.

"I like you too." Dawn mumbled the last words, avoiding eye contact.

"What?" He hadn't heard her. However, she did not repeat herself.

Instead, they kissed. In the middle of the hallway. There were only a few passersby's, and none of them said anything.

Actually, every single person who passed by thought that the two made a cute couple.

On the other side of the school, Damion packed up at lightning fast speed while he debated his feelings for a certain cerulean eyed girl. In the end, he decided on one thing: he liked her. A lot. In a way that drove him mad. He had felt this way about Dawn for five years. Five years, and now, after five long years, he was going to tell her. Yes! He was going to tell her! He darted down the hall, ready to express his feelings.

Now, if he had continued to dart down the hall at that lightning fast pace, all of the events that would happen in the next few weeks wouldn't have. Everything would have turned out differently.

But, as luck has it, Maylene was also dashing down the hall. She needed to get to the gym for some training, and she collided with Damion. Their backpacks flew away from them, and Damion hadn't closed the zippers on his completely, causing his books to scatter across the hallway. Maylene said she was sorry and promptly left, leaving the blonde to pick up his books by himself.

Now, a good ten minutes later, Dawn had left for her house, and Lucas was bathing in the realization that he and Dawn were now together. He was so out of it that he did not see Damion run out of the building, and only grunted in response to him yelling, "Hey Lucas! Catch you later!"

Dawn sighed. At that moment, her mind was a jumbled mess. Sure, she was happy that Lucas liked her. Ecstatic, even. But, a question remained in the back of her mind. It was there, poking her brain, draining her focus. And she did everything to get her mind off of it. Playing with Piplup and Buneary? Nope. Trying to think of cheers for when she tried out for the team in a few weeks? No dice. HOMEWORK?She resorted to homework. As if that would work. No, it just made her think about it more.

She could only think about it more and more. That question that haunted her at the moment.

Does it feel right? Is this right?

Yes, those phrases remained hanging in her mind, but they weren't as bad as the question.

What about Damion?

Yes. What about Damion? Her best friend. She had, just recently, started to notice a change in him. He was still the same hyperactive boy with an attention span shorter than, well, nothing. He had the shortest attention span, possibly, ever. However, he was maturing too. He was getting taller, his hair had grown longer, and his eyes seemed…beautiful.

What was happening to her? She was with the boy that she had been dreaming of for the past week. The number one most sought after guy in the school. Was the excitement that she had to kiss him at the party shadowed over what it felt like to kiss Damion? The short blood rush she had? The high that she felt when she was with him?

Was that what she was striving for now? The sweet high she felt when she was with a boy? Yes, she got that feeling with Lucas. But was it better with Damion?

…Was that what she had become now? An addict, striving for the next best thing she could find?

She was an addict. An addict to love.

Well, if she was addicted to love, maybe all she had to do to make herself better was distance herself from Damion. Accept that she had Lucas, and that he was all she needed right now.

Right?

Dawn just didn't know how hard that small task would be.

Damion wasn't how he felt about what he was doing.

Sure, he loved Dawn, but he was never the type to walk up onto someone's doorstep and announce his feelings for them.

…Never mind. He was always the type to do that kind of stuff.

But that didn't help with the fact that he felt kind of stupid doing this over a girl. He was never one to fall madly in love with girls. Never. He liked a girl, they went out, they broke up, and he got over it. Same deal, all the time.

There was more to risk this time. The 'they broke up' part? If he and Dawn broke up – or, possibly worse, she just flat out rejected him – what would happen to their friendship? Would things ever be the same?

As he stepped onto the small doorstep of Dawn's household, only two words came to mind.

Screw it.

It was worth the chance. He was Damion, never one to pass off an opportunity.

A finger jammed the doorbell, and the sweet chime rang through the house. The door creaked open, and a Dawn that looked mentally deranged stood there.

"Hi Damion. I'm kind of bu-"

"I like you Dawn." And with that, Dawn kissed Damion.

Oh.

Shit.

So, how did you like it? I do consider it a good deal better than the last chapter, but not that much. I think I went a little crazy with the rhetorical questions, but this chapter was supposed to be all philosophical and inside the character's minds. Next few chapters will be a bit more conversation, a little less rambling on feelings and everything. On a side note, this chapter was actually longer than the last one (only by like, 100 words though). Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter, and if you did or if you have any constructive criticism or random comments or whatever, drop me a review! And, as a bonus, you could tell me which chapter you liked better: this one (Chapter One) or the last one (Prologue)? Myself, I like the Prologue better, just because I have a relatively short attention span and I probably wouldn't be able to stay focused while reading this chapter. But that's me!

Otherwise, I'm glad you took the time to read this and I guess all see you all later!