Okay, I have decided to make this a 3-shot instead of the original 2. I'm sorry the update took so long, I can't even begin to tell you how many different times and ways I tried to start this chapter :/ I hope you'll all forgive me and still enjoy reading it(: R&R

PS. In your review, please tell me whether or not the characters were in character… I read over chapter one, a Misaki seems a bit more docile in this chapter, but I wasn't sure if it was fine for this specific situation... just let me know, thanks(:

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Chapter 2:

"You're lucky I'm letting you use one of my dresses," Aoi said as he stood nose deep in the rack of clothes that hung in the walk in closet.

"This really isn't necessary, Aoi-kun," I said from my place on the corner of Aoi's bed. I had expected his room to be more… girly, but it wasn't. The bed spread was a soft green. There was a computer desk with a purple lap top on it, as well as a green circular rug on the floor. I suppose his father wouldn't allow Aoi to decorate it how he wanted.

"That's Aoi-sama to you," he said, coming out of the walk in closet. He held up a hanger with a dry cleaning bag over whatever article it concealed. Something told me I didn't want to see it. "And yes, it really is."

Aoi walked over and laid the bag on the bed before beginning to take it off of the hanger.

"There really isn't much in my closet for you. You're much bigger than me, but I happened to find this," Aoi told me as he pulled out the garment. I made a face as I took in the excessive lace and frills. It had Aoi written all over it, which was exactly why I detested it so much. Don't get me wrong, Aoi's clothing look fine on him, but I just couldn't see myself in it. I honestly didn't want to either.

"Arigato, Aoi-sama," I said, a slight smile on my face. "But do you think you have something less, um, frilly?"

Aoi groaned in frustration and tossed the dress onto the bed.

"Misaki, I don't see why I even bother with you. That's the fifth dress you've said no to. You're lucky I have that many dresses that would fit you!" He huffed again before stomping across the room and disappearing once again into the closet that was probably as large as my room.

I sighed, shaking my head. I had told them I didn't want to go, and this was one of the reasons. I had nothing to wear to it, and Kami knows I couldn't afford a dress. But Manager had insisted, saying we could easily find me one. Last time I checked, spending three hours in the room of someone that hates you trying to find a dress wasn't easy. Manager had also said that I should go for Usui-kun's sake. I don't see why it would matter what that hentai alien wanted, he would probably be weird and stare at me the whole night like he usually does. With those big green eyes...

"Misaki!"

I jumped, startled by Aoi's sudden outburst. But it was for the better, I shouldn't have let myself think such uncalled for thoughts.

"H-hai?" I said, watching as he came across the room, a smile on his face.

"I found it. I found the kanpeki dress!"

I waited patiently as he brought the dress over and laid it out before unzipping the bag. I stared in disbelief as he pulled out the dress for me to look at it. It was a knee length dress with a slight flare on the bottom. It was purple and had a scoop neck, the sleeves looked like they'd come to the elbows.

"A-Aoi-sama," I stuttered, taking in the dress.

"Well?" Aoi said, a slightly annoyed expression playing on his face. "Naka iutte."

"I couldn't possibly wear it, it's yours after all," I began, trying to come up with a logical excuse for not borrowing the dress. I didn't know what was more scary, the fact that this was probably going to be the dress that Usui saw me in, or that I possibly, kind of… liked the dress.

"Anything's better than you coming up with something for the dance," Aoi said before shaking the dress slightly.

"Well, um, I don't think it'll fit me," I said, even though I was positive it would.

"It's two sizes too big for me, of course it'll fit you," he said, pushing the dress at me. I held my hands up slightly.

"Aoi-sama, I-"

"Iie," Aoi said harshly. "You know you like it and that's why you're babbling like an baka. Just borrow the thing; one night away from my closet won't ruin it. It's not that revealing so you won't have to worry too much about what Usui would think of it," I shot him a glare, but he didn't notice, "Plus, there's no point in arguing with me. I can just call Manager up and tell her you're refusing to wear anything to the dance. Then we can see how well you can say no to her." Aoi smiled smugly as I stared at the dress, weighing the pros and cons. I knew I couldn't say no to Manager, and this was the best dress Aoi had produced thus far...

"Ok," I said with a sigh. I looked up at Aoi and smiled a bit. "I'll go try it on."

...

I stood in Aoi's living room, my hands attempting to smooth down the skirt of the dress.

"Oh, Misaki!" Manager squealed from her seat on the couch. "It's so kawaii! Absolutely perfect for you!"

I could feel the blush on my face grow brighter. I stared down at my feet and bit my lip, suddenly becoming very interested in the design on my borrowed shoes.

"And your hair!" she continued, clapping her hands together.

My hair had been thrown into a messy ponytail, small strands on hair falling out and framing my face. I crossed my arms uncomfortably, not happy with the excessive attention. I looked back down at my shoes. Aoi had originally produced a pair of matching purple high heels, but he soon realized that I couldn't walk in the correctly. So instead, he lent me a pair of black flats.

"Oh, I can't wait to see Usui-kun's face when he gets here!"

My head snapped up and I looked at Manager.

"Here?" I said, my eyes growing larger. "I thought I was meeting him at the school!" I hadn't meant to take such a tone with her, but she waved a dismissive hand and smiled.

"Oh, you know Usui-kun couldn't do that!" She giggled. "He's far to gentleman like to just meet you at the school."

No, no, no! I was supposed to have more time to prepare! I was counting on those extra few minutes to compose myself, but if he was coming here to get me and taking me to the school, I was beyond screwed! What did I get myself dragged into? Ugh! Baka baka me for even agreeing to this!

"Misa-chan," Manager said and I looked over at her. She was smiling at me softly, patting the spot beside her on the couch. I swallowed thickly and walked over to her, sitting down beside her and placing my hands in my lap.

"Are you nervous, Misa-chan?" she asked. I was beyond nervous, but I shouldn't tell her that. Yet, I couldn't lie to her. I simply nodded.

"There's no need to be. Just have fun!" I looked up at her smiling face.

I was still nervous, but I suppose she was right. It was pointless to fret over it. If I just put on a poker face and went through it, it would be over soon. I stood up from the couch, my hand in a fist and a determined look on my face.

"You're right," I said. "I shouldn't let that perverted alien get to me. This night will be over before I know it and I can forget all about this non-sense."

"Um, that wasn't what I meant Misa-chan.." Manager said, a disappointed look on her face.

Before I could say anything, there was a knock on the door and Manager stood up and trotted over to it.

"He's here!" She squealed. I was suddenly frozen to my spot on the floor, my eyes glued to the door. Usui was here? Already? What was I supposed to do? Do I look okay? What would he think of my outfit? Would he regret asking me?

I mentally slapped myself for thinking such things. Why would I give a damn what he thought about me?

My thoughts came to a screeching halt as the door opened and I saw him standing there, his blonde hair illuminated by the porch light.

"Konbonwa,Kaichou."

…

Japanese words:

Arigato: Thank you

Kami- God

Hentai- Pervert

Hai- Yes

Kanpeki- Perfect

Naka Iutte- Say Something

Iie- No

Baka- Idiot

Kawaii- Cute

Konbonwa- Good evening

Kaichou- President