Yeesss… everything is going according to plan. Now, if only I could stop singing songs from "Rent" everything would be perfect… (hits head against computer)

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When they arrived, the party was already bustling with actors and their friends. Jack swallowed. He felt really out of place. Angela pushed him towards the door as Ari rang the bell.

It was opened by a blonde girl. She furrowed her brow. "Who the hell are you guys?" she asked.

Angela poked her head out from behind Jack. "Hi Katie!" she said. "These are my friends, Ari and Jack."

Katie smiled when she saw Angela. "Hey Angel. Come on in! We've been waiting for you!"

Angela giggled. "Iam the life of the party." She joked. She walked in, talking with Katie. Ari trailed behind, looking unamused. Jack followed her uncertainly. All these people were so unfamiliar… and so much older. After all, he was a junior, and quite a few of these people were seniors. Angela herself was a sophomore. And yet, she ran about and mingled with everyone around her.

He walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. "I want to go." He whispered.

She wrinkled her nose in that impeccably cute way that showed she was unhappy. "Well, I don't." she replied.

He groaned. "Please, this is really awkward and it's not helping at all."

She turned to him again, looking angry. "We're here for five minutes and already you want to go home? Geeze you're pathetic." She stomped a foot. "We're not leaving until I say so. Besides, Ari drove us, so go talk to her."

"But-" Jack was cut off by a hand roughly grabbing him by the shoulder. He was spun around by a tall, well-built senior.

"This creep botherin' you Ang?" he growled, glaring at Jack.

Angela giggled. "Hi Weston! No, this is my friend Jack. We were just talking about the party and how great it was." She threw a threatening look in Jack's direction. "Right?"

Jack swallowed. "Um… y-yeah." He turned to Angela slowly. "Um… so, how do you and Weston know each other?" he offered.

She beamed. "Oh, we had crazy backstage sex." She replied brightly.

Jack nearly screamed, "WHAT? Angela, you're too young for this kind of thing! And that's absolutely disgusting! I mean, he's like, two years older than you! And backstage? Oh god, I-"

Weston held up a hand, laughing. "She's kidding spaz." He chuckled. "It's kind of an inside joke. You see-"

But Jack wasn't listening anymore. He was looking at the far corner of the room, just past the big senior in front of him. Someone was standing there. Her dark hair fell down her back in light curls. She was looking at him through ocean blue eyes. When she met his gaze, her eyes dropped, and she began to walk away.

He almost gasped. It was her. She was here. Now. He felt his heart beating in his chest. Subconsciously, he began to follow her.

Weston watched him go. "He must have seen something he liked." He laughed.

Angela giggled too. "Yeah. I hope he catches whatever it is."

As Jack walked to her, he felt his mind racing. What would he say to her? Should he spill all his feelings? Maybe write her a poem quick… no, that was stupid. Poems were cliché. He kept thinking as he came closer and closer to her.

Just tell her what you've always wanted to say to her. He decided. Tell her how beautiful she is. Tell her how her hair is like a raven's feather. Tell her how her eyes are like pools of sapphire stones.

It was too late for thinking. He found himself in front of her. Her raised a meek hand. "H-hi." He mumbled.

She offered a half-smile, not really looking at him. "Hi." She mumbled back.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Finally, Jack began to speak. "I… uh, really like your outfit." He commented. Actually, he hadn't really looked at it. It was a simple pair of jeans and a rave-like shirt.

She smiled, this one fuller. "Thanks." She replied. She sighed. "This is some weird party, huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's kinda strange when you don't know anybody."

She nodded. "I know. Being a non-theatre kid in a theatre-kid party is tough."

He laughed. "Yeah, and they say the weirdest crap. This one kid-"

Angela suddenly tackled him. "I found you!" she cried. "Come on, we need to go! Ari just got hit on and she is PISSED with a capital P-I-S-S-"

She was cut off by the sound of shattering glass. Angela winced. "Oh crap." She ran back from where she had came.

Jack scratched the back of his head. "I guess I'd better go." He said.

She nodded slowly, her eyes on her hands again. "Yeah… okay."

He managed to smile. "But, maybe I'll see you again sometime?" he asked hopefully.

She smiled, then lifted her head. He was pulled into her eyes again, those sapphires sparkling in a porcelain face. "Sure." She said.

Jack was violently pulled away by Angela, who was chasing after Arietta, who had stormed out the door. She was muttering to herself angrily. She got in the car and slammed the door shut. She started the car and began to drive off, giving Jack and Angela barely enough time to get in.

Jack looked wistfully out the window on the way home. He felt light and feathery inside. And he liked that feeling. However, he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. This feeling was like no other that he had felt before.

Angela nudged him. "Hey, you okay there Romeo?" she asked gently.

He smiled. "Yeah… I'm fine." He turned to her, beaming. "In fact, I've never been better!"