Hey guys! So sorry I didn't update sooner... School, gym, AWESOME TRIP TO THE COAST! This, as well as my 9-year-old computer crashing and having to get a new one. THEN, having to figure out how the new one worked. Ugh. It's so much faster now, though. :) Also, yes, I am guilty of reading. And watching Netflix. And generally avoiding writing. SORRY! Keepin' it brief, but I really want to thank EVERYONE who is reading this, ESPECIALLY MY REVIEWERS! I LOVE YOU GUYS. You are da bomb! (Sorry, I always thank my readers every chapter, but I cannot express how grateful I am for you guys!) I can't apologize enough! I haven't updated for, like, 3 times 10 to the power of 52 years! SO SORRY!

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"We should probably get back to the dance," I said, pushing Keefe away from me.

"Why?" he asked, struggling to keep me pressed up against him. Honestly, this whole thing embarrassed me more than I would care to admit, and I figured admitting it would be the thing Biana would force me to do if Keefe and I stayed away much longer.

"Because," I said, still trying to wiggle out of his embrace. It just caused him to tighten his arms even more.

"Please?" Keefe asked, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "Just five more minutes?"

I sighed. "Just five more minutes."

Biana's P.O.V.

Where was Sophie? I thought, prowling the dance floor. Considering recent events, you could never be to careful with Sophie Foster. I mean, one moment she's here, the next she's in , I wanted to explain to her more about the Elvin tradition of singing a song when the clock struck midnight. I was so concentrated on searching for a glimpse of red that I hadn't noticed Dex until he spoke.

"Whatcha doin'?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin, but quickly regained my cool. "Looking for Sophie. Have you seen her?"

"Not recently." Dex glanced at me, a curious look in his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. We stood there awkwardly, watching people whirl around us.

"Care to dance?," Dex asked eventually, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. I couldn't contain my smile. Finally!

"Sure," I replied, all thoughts of Sophie flying out of my head as I took his hand.

Sophie's P.O.V.

"Come on, Keefe!" I strained to pull him off of the ground, where he currently resided, refusing to budge. He could be such a pain sometimes. Right now, he was insisting on not going back to the dance, and in order to keep me from doing so, he was laying on the ground. What goes through that boy's head, I do not know, but I swear I can see it fly out of his ears.

"Come. ON!" I demanded for a second time. Why does he have to be so heavy?

"But, -"

"No buts!" I hissed, pulling harder.

"Jeez, lady! You're gonna pull my arm right out of it's socket!" Keefe complained, twisting out of my grasp and standing up by himself. He muttered and cast dirty looks at me, rubbing his shoulder. I just rolled my eyes and started brushing the moss off of my dress and hair.

Fortunately, Biana had pulled my hair so tight and had put so much product in that it had virtually not moved an inch since Keefe and I had left Foxfire. I know that messy hair would definitely set off Biana's rapid-fire-questions-and-speculations alert. Since I didn't have to worry about my clothes (a floor-length dress is difficult to mess up. You just straighten it, and you're good) I started worrying about my leg.

The leg that I had stuck into the G.O.O.P. had come back awake, so I could walk on it, but it had also started to turn a nasty green color. I had asked Keefe about it, and he said that he had never seen that side affect. Maybe it was because of my natural strangeness and unpleasant habit of getting more injured than you would think is possible, I don't know. But, I wasn't really stressed about my health because of a different habit, which was that I tended to stay alive when the probability of death was overwhelming. And, if worst came to worst, (which has happened to me. A lot.) I could always rely on my trusty Healer, Elwin.

The thing that made me uneasy was this: What if someone noticed my leg? Then, Keefe and I (mostly Keefe, which is slightly reassuring) would get busted for sneaking off to make out and for the prank that Keefe had come up with. I figured that my dress would hide it, and I hoped that my shoes weren't too see-through.

I looked over at Keefe to see if he was ready, but he was just standing there, moss hanging off of him everywhere. "What are you doing?" I asked, irritated that he hadn't started picking green fuzz off of himself.

He shook his head, looking a bit dazed. "I just can't get over the fact that I just kissed the Mysterious Miss F!"

I blushed, then swatted his arm. I impatiently started brushing the moss off of him myself, not noticing as a scheming smile bloomed on Keefe's lips. As I was sweeping lichen off of his chest, Keefe pulled me into an embrace and started kissing me passionately. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but my brain just told my body to kiss him back harder.

The last coherent thought that crossed my mind before it completely turned to mush was, Biana can wait.

Biana's P.O.V.

Where would I be if I were Sophie? Dex and I had stepped off of the dance floor for a breather, and I had just remembered my search for Sophie. Possibilities of the Neverseen capturing her or Mr. Forkle taking her away flitted through my brain, and I tried to ignore them. Dex was getting us both punch while I continued my hunt for the disappearing girl. I was starting to get really worried. What if she was in danger? What if I would never see her again? What if she was dead in a ditch? What if, what if, what if...

Dex came back with the punch to find me hyperventilating slightly. "Hey," he said, setting down the cups and waving his hand in from of my face. "It's gonna be okay. I'm sure she's safe." I looked up at him, doubt written across my face.

"Here," Dex said, awkwardly pulling me into a hug. Unfortunately, the triplets, Lex, Bex, and Rex, decided to appear at that time.

"OOOOH," they cooed. "Dex has a GIRLFRIEND!" Dex sprang away from me as if I was electrified, blushing so fiercely, he appeared to be on fire.

"I do not!" he insisted indignantly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"We're telling Mom!" Rex screeched, and ran off, Lex and Bex trailing behind and giggling.

Dex rolled his eyes and turned towards me, picking up our punch. "Sorry about that."

"They were certainly... Lively," I said, snickering at the leftover color on the tips of Dex's ears.

"To say the least."

We sipped our punch, looking around us and keeping our eyes peeled for any glimpse of Sophie. Suddenly, Dex stiffened and took off.

"Hey!" I yelled, following him as fast as my pumps allowed me.

Eventually, he stopped and allowed me to catch up to him. "What was that for?" I asked, slightly out of breath. Heels are for looking good, (and taller) not speed walking.

"Isn't that Sophie?"

I looked where he was gesturing with his cup. I couldn't believe what I saw. Sophie was standing about ten yards away from me, talking animatedly to Keefe and actually looking carefree and like she was enjoying herself. She was definitely not the type of elf to enjoy herself at a party. Sophie, or the Sophie I knew, was more likely to stand awkwardly in a corner and not speak to anyone until it was over.

"Why is she so happy?" I asked, then slapped my hand over my mouth. "That came out wrong. What I mean is: what is she so happy about? I mean, she doesn't really like parties, and I'm glad she's liking the party, but she just..." I trailed off, hoping Dex understood me and didn't think I was a total jerk.

He nodded, bafflement and, was that jealously?, on his face. "And why is she with Keefe?"

At that moment, I realized something that had been in front of my eyes the whole time, but had refused to see it. Dex had a crush on Sophie. That explained a lot: why he was so protective over Sophie, especially when Keefe was around, why he refused to join our group sleepovers with Keefe and my brother. I guess I had been so wrapped up in my own feelings that I hadn't even noticed.

"Earth to Biana," Dex said, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Let's go ask her where she's been," I said, my observations of Dex's envy blocked out by my own.

Sophie's P.O.V

"... And that's my dream about eternity without pants." Keefe finished up his story and grinned. (Yay Lockwood and Co.! Sorry, couldn't resist)I was laughing too hard to detect Biana's presence before she tackled me with a hug.

"Where were you?" she demanded, letting go of me. I registered Dex behind her, glaring slightly at Keefe, who smirked back triumphantly.

"Well," I said, dragging out the 'e' and scratching the back of my neck, where I could feel a blush forming.

"Long story," Keefe finished for me, smiling.

Sorry about the crappy chapter! It was sorta just a filler. Whatcha guys think? I'm planning on writing a chapter about the next day, then their first date, etc. (This idea came from xoYanaaa 's story All at Once. Thanks, xoYanaaa!) I might throw in a little Diana :) Let me know your opinions, please! Also, check out my friend's account, veering-northwest. She is a part of the fandoms KOTLC, Heroes of Olympus/PJO, Lockwood and Co., Harry Potter, Carry On, Maximum Ride, Ms. Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, and much more! She's a wonderful writer, but I'm not sure if she's posted a story yet or not.

Thanks for listening to my ramblings! Love you all! ;) Until next time... (which will hopefully be sooner :/)