Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts and all, I really don't think I would be here. HAHA and I also don't own the song used in this chapter of the story. All right then! Enjoy the rest of the story!

Mad Hatter Monday. Spirit Week. October 19. First Semester. Freshman Year.

Olette sat in the school library at the desk where she would usually do her research projects. She was looking through every magazine and every book she could get her hands on just to find something – anything – about slow dancing.

"Why are you making such a big deal about this, Olette?" wondered as familiar voice. Pence slowly made his way over to the end of the library. "You know that it's just one dance... and we're not even sure how long Roxas will like Rachel..."

"I don't care if it's just one anything," Olette stated as she shut the book she was just looking at. "I was think to go perfectly. Who's to say that Rachel isn't 'the one' for Roxas? She just may be the one to make him stop wondering... for even a moment."

Pence looked at Olette. He took the seat beside her and said, "If there's anything Hayner has taught you about perfection, what is it?"

Olette sighed as she rested her head on one of the open books. She carefully tried to think about the little things she had learned from Hayner during their time together. Then, after moments of hard thinking, she shrugged. "Hayner isn't someone to link with perfection..."

"And why do you think that is?" Pence asked as he glanced carefully at his watch.

"Hayner isn't much of a teacher, Pence," Olette reminded. "But I guess... if there is one thing that I learned from him, it's that I shouldn't try to make anything 'perfect'."

"Because...?" Pence was practically begging for more of an answer.

Rolling her green eyes, Olette replied, "Because... nothing ever goes the way anyone plans. I'll be lucky if I can even get Roxas to take a single step onto the dance floor."

It was Pence's turn to roll his eyes. "All he has to remember at Homecoming is to breathe. C'mon, we both know that he'll do fine! He hangs out with Rachel almost every day... when you're around t least. Besides, you'll be at the dance with Hayner if things get awkward for the both of them, right? Just teach our little buddy how to slow dance. All he has to do is breathe and move to the melody; it's not rocket science! Geez!"

Olette looked at Pence with a smile as her phone vibrated. "It's Hayner," she stated, reading the text to herself.. "He's just asking where I am."

"Then... you should head over to the Usual Spot. I have to get to Drumline practice before my captains give me a punishment," Pence informed. "I'll see you later."

Olette stood up to hug Pence goodbye before packing her belongings and heading off to her locker. For a moment, she stood in front of her locker, squatted down and then just sat herself down. Her black skirt surrounded her as though it was like a flower with petals; Olette smiled at the thought, straightening out the rough edges. Had she been paying any attention she would have noticed-.

"What are you still doing here?" Rachel Daniels laughed. "I didn't think that there was a workday today..."

Olette giggled as her friend made her way over to her. "Well actually," she began, "I was in the library studying for a lesson... but then I just gave up-."

"Olette Marie Anderson – Freshman Class President and soon-to-be Valedictorian of our graduating class – is actually giving up on something?" Rachel questioned with sarcasm. "Is there something that I should know about? You're usually so upbeat and motivated to do things!"

Olette shurrged, watching Rachel sit down beside her. Rachel's back was against the lockers as the raven-haired girl tired her shoulder-length hair into a messy, loose bun. Olette smiled at her friend, quietly thinking that Rachel was perfect for Roxas.

"There's nothing going on really," Olette replied. "Are you going to Homecoming, perchance?"

Rachel stared curiously at Olette. "No one's asked me," she laughed. "I was going to go with the Ashleys, but Belinda's going with them..."

Olette rolled her eyes. "Why? Poor Belinda Drake couldn't find herself a date?"

"You know it!" Rachel snickered alongside Olette.

Once again, Olette's cell phone vibrated in her right front pocket. "Hello?" she answered.

"Olette! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" Hayner's voice shouted on the other line.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me, Christian Hayner Richardson!" Olette scolded. "I am still here at school talking with Rachel; I'll be leaving soon. Be patient, goodbye!"

Rachel smirked at Olette. "You and Christian are adroable together, you know that?"

Olette smiled. "I have Seifer to that for that; if he hadn't reintroduced us in middle school... I don't think I would have gotten to know him the way I did..."

"Hey!" Rachel whined. "You owe me too! If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have spoken to you in the first place!"

Olette looked toward Rachel with a forced smile; if it wasn't for Rachel maybe she and Hayner would have been friends when they first met, instead of having that rocky start that they did. The brunette turned the combination code for her locker: 34, 24, 06. She popped the locker open and then turned to face Rachel once more. "Uhm, oh yeah," she said. "Well, I have to go now, kay?"

"Fine with me!" Rachel giggled as she stood up. "I have to get to dance practice anyways. See you around!"

"Let's duel!" Hayner demanded as Roxas apprehensively paced the Usual Spot.

Roxas glared at Hayner. "I can't duel! You heard Olette on the phone!" he yelled. "She's talking to Rachel and you pissed her off!"

Hayner rolled his eyes. "Olette's not that type of person, Roxas," Hayner replied with a shrug. "Besides, if she's really mad, she'll take it out on me, not you."

Just then, Olette walked into the Usual Spot with a smile on her face and three tall cups filled to the top. She swiftly walked over to the couch where Hayner was seated and brushed her lips lightly against his left cheek. Gently, she handed him the cup filled with milk tea and tapioca balls.

"Here, sweetie," she chirped sarcastically. "I thought you were cranky so I stopped by Java Juice and bought you some."

"Aelita wasn't working today though...?" Hayner wondered, rather than stated. He accepted the milk tea. "That's weird, but thanks anyway, 'lette."

"Here," Olette said to Roxas, "I bought you one too, Roxy. I assumed that you and I had the same taste so I got you taro with tapioca balls."

Roxas smiled, forgetting his most recent stresses. "Thanks, Sister."

"Now," the brunette said as she walked over to the stereo system that Hayner's older cousin installed only a few weeks before, "we only have a few days to make you a 'dancing master'. Shall we have a lesson today or what?"

Roxas stared at Olette without a clue as to what was going on. He took a small sip of his drink and then responded, "Olette, when I said that I wanted you to help me dance... I just meant that I wanted you to give me a hands-on experience-."

"And that's what I intend to do," Olette stated with a smile as she quickly rummaged through the pile of CDs that she and Pence organized two weeks prior. "Ah, here it is!"

Olette pulled out the desired CD and went to track four. She looked toward Roxas with a small smile.

"Olette," Roxas cried with his bubble tea at hand, "I don't know..."

"Awww!" Olette whined playfully as Hayner stared at his girlfriend and his best friend, "just move to the melody and follow the lyrics!"

Hayner sipped his drink as he continued to watch Olette attempt to teach Roxas how to dance. "How hard can it be, Roxas?"

Roxas stared at Hayner. "Then why don't you try it!"

"I don't dance," Hayner reminded.

"I say you can!" Roxas urged.

"Not a chance," Hayner fought back as he mixed his drink around.

Olette slowly caught onto what Hayner and Roxas were getting at before she butt in. "Roxas, now is not the time to be quoting that song... besides, from what I remember: Hayner is Troy Bolton."

Hayner groaned at Olette. "Why do I get stuck with that title-?"

"Your summer demeanor," Olette sneered. "Anyways, where were we?"

Roxas knew that if he didn't step up and say something, Hayner would. "Dancing..."

"Right," Olette said. "Can I have this dance?"

Watching Olette position herself, Roxas stood up, only to deny her request. "I don't dance, Olette..."

"Too bad," Olette giggled. "You asked me to teach you how to dance and that's what I'm here to do. Dance with me. Now!"

Roxas shook his head once more. "Can I try by myself?"

Olette shrugged. "Whatever floats your boats, just listen to the song, okay?"

Hayner blankly stared at Olette as she walked back to the sound system; he wondered to himself how Homecoming would be for the both of them, considering the fact that neither of them had danced before.

"Take my hand," Olette sang with the song.

Roxas looked around, trying to find something to make this lesson more interesting. He looked at his right hand and began, "Take this cup!"

Olette stared at her friend with a grin as she continued to instruct Roxas through song, "Take a breath, pull me close and take one step."

Roxas made it obvious that he inhaled deeply as Olette had instructed. He put the cup of bubble tea closer to his lips and recited, "And take one sip!"

Hayner began howling with laughter at Roxas' padory. Olette giggled, "Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide."

Roxas jokingly stared at the tiny tapioca balls at the bottom of the cup and he stepped to the melody of the music.

"Now won't you promise me that you''ll never forget to keep dancing wherever we go next?" Olette sang with a tiny laugh.

"I PROMISE!" Roxas shouted tat his taro-flavored drink.

Olette stopped dancing along with the music as she collapsed to the ground from laughter. However, she still continued to sing, "It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you..."

"Hmm..." Roxas pondered. "Why would anyone want to catch lightning...? Anyways, the chances of tasting a drink like this!"

"It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do..."

"There's one and a million balls in this cup!" Roxas still mocked.

Hayner was stilly laughing uncontrollably as Olette picked herself up off the ground. "Lesson's over, Roxas!" she laughed. "I'm sorry... but with the way you're doing, the most I can just tell you to do is to sway to the music... From what I saw though, you did great; your body just went with the music..."

Roxas nodded. "Thanks and it's understood..."

"I'm sorry!" Olette cried. "I'm just... this is really hard, Roxas! Besides, you're just slow dancing; it's not like some intense choreographed-."

"Nah," Roxas affirmed, "it's all good. Thank God, too! Chewing on those balls and swallowing them is not the easiest task in the world... if you know what I mean."

"That's what she said!" Hayner howled.

Olette glared at her friends, "You boys are utterly disgusting."

Author's Note: When I originally came up with the idea for this story, I wasn't really going to take the readers as far as the Homecoming Dance, but after going through the story plot again, there wasn't really too much to end it... Anyways, I would like to thank Hayden-Strife for favoriting this story a while back. Again, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Please, please, please review! Thanks, bye! - May