So, this is some more from the mind of Gill, just because I can. It may drag a little, but the next chapter will make up for any bored feelings any of you darling readers may feel about it. So continue enjoying, reviewing, being amazing, all that jazz!

A/N: This first journal entry happens a little farther back in time than where the last chapter ended. Just a little FYI. Enjoy!

A/N2: Updates may be starting to come a little less frequent due to a massive amount of summer homework I have to do for various AP classes, so you have been a little warned!

Monday, Spring 23 of March

Dear Diary,

Today was an okay day. Actually scratch that. Today was a very confusing day. What with dance invitations, a beach song, and my sudden forward invitations, I don't know what to do. To the common person, it would seem like I liked Lizzy. But, I don't. I couldn't…. I think I would know if I did at least. A guy has to know these things before other people do, don't they? Besides, what good would it do even if I did? She likes James (apparently that's his name), not me. Why would she like me? I'm rude and horrible and everything she is not. It's all very confusing right now. I can't wait for this stupid dance to be over so Luna will stop bothering me.

Maybe time will stop all this craziness in my life. I could do for some normality again in my life actually. And some tomato juice. May go make that right now….

Until next time, Gill

I sighed as I closed my journal. As I lay in my bed and finished my entry, I frowned, my glasses hitting against my eyebrows. I, of course had contacts, but when I was mayor, the super professional glasses look would be a must. I had taken out my contacts already though, since I was getting ready for bed. My glasses were big and nerdy, but I secretly liked them. I liked the fact they made me feel smarter, and had once noticed that they were similar to Lizzy's.

Ah, Lizzy. I really need to stop thinking of her. I frowned as I tucked my journal into my desk drawer. I had thought writing in my journal would clear my thoughts about her, but alas not. Her singing voice still rang in my ear, her head still gently pressed on my shoulder where it had seemed to fit perfectly. Her telling me about her struggles in life, so very nonchalantly, as if it was not a big deal. Her laugh, that same laugh that so used to bother me but now I had grown a little desensitized and almost used to it even. Those haunting words still circling in my head. "This is how." My excitement when I thought she meant me and the slight disappointment when she in fact didn't.

I ran a hand through my hair and started thinking, truly thinking. It was true, she was a happy person. It was also very true I had not acted like myself at the beach. Offering her to eat with my father and me, grabbing her wrist possessively? That wasn't me at all! I didn't know what had happened between us, but whatever it was, it could not ever happen again. She was taken. So no matter what I thought about her, I needed to stop it. Besides, this was ridiculous. Just yesterday she had been a simpleton. Now, she was… something more?

I groaned as I took off my glasses and turned off my lamp. She could not be something more to me. Lizzy and I were friends. I didn't need that kind of distraction in my life, especially not from someone as plain as her. I drifted off to sleep; grateful sleep could take me from this spiraling nightmare.

Saturday, Spring 28 of March

Oh. Well, I don't suppose anyone saw that coming. I mean, I for sure didn't. As usual, the birthday duo's big beach extravaganza did not fail to disappoint in the usual drama department for what I'm sure will be good for the petty talk on Monday.

Owen and Kathy seemed to be hitting if off, both on the volleyball court and off. They were flirting so much before I even got there I was surprised I hadn't felt it back here at the house, which I was coincidently still at because my father had some mindless task for me to do. I was actually quite aggravated with him, as that was time that could have been spent with, someone.

I paused in my entry, not wishing to talk about her until absolutely necessary. Pushing up my glasses and ignoring my sunburn (I had been a little too distracted to worry about sun block), I continued.

Luke apparently does have the ability to go into public places and not make a total fool of himself. I know paper form of me, I was equally shocked. Who would have thought it possible? People often think I'm much too harsh when discussing him, but I don't think so. In other related news, Selena, the daughter of the Toucan Island Inn owners is back in town. She had always had a thing for Luke (for whatever reason I myself could never comprehend, luckily), and they were also in full flirting mode today. I almost wished I had been there longer to watch it, as watching Luke trying to do anything is always enjoyable and good for morale.

Luna was there. I swear, I regret asking her to that blasted dance every day since the day I asked her. It's always constant streams of complaining and wanting my opinion. I don't care about color choices! We have similar hair and coloring, so whatever she picked out would be fine. She just needs to accept that and stop bothering me about it. And I say, if I have to hear her complain about Lizzy one more time-

I froze in my entry and sighed. I guess now was the time to get down to talking about it. I glanced at the clock, which flashed 12:25. Yes, I still had time.

Well here it is, finally talking about Lizzy. Since my last entry, we have gone back to normal talking terms. I almost forgot what it was like actually having someone to talk to with a little intelligence in them; it just (shockingly) never really happens here. I don't care if I've grown up with these people my whole life, as Father always pesters. My peers here are just not always the sharpest tools in the shed. They are each more of a plain and simple tool instead of shiny sharp ones. But this is entirely beside the point.

Today was supposed to be a better day. I had not strategically planned my outfit, but I guess the polo and khaki shorts looked good on me. The shirt happened to apparently make my eyes bluer, as Luna pointed out, but I didn't notice. And neither did Lizzy.

She, however, was too busy looking and laughing and flirting with… James. When I got there seemed to be the climax of their apparently blissful day, the finale of which being that disgusting display of affection in the ocean. Kissing someone in front of absolutely everyone is not romantic at all. It was just an event in life that in my opinion looked like it meant nothing. Even if they looked at each other like fools afterward. Or even if they happened to grab hands afterwards. Even if I myself had never had anything like that happen to me. It still did not make it romantic.

I suppose they're together now. Not that it's a big deal. He just will never understand her ways and humor. Such a simpleton like someone whose name is James (how common was that) could never deserve an individual as unique and headstrong as Lizzy.

"He'll never deserve her," I whispered, this new revelation hitting me like a coconut to the head, which coincidently had happened after the two lovebirds had left. I blinked a couple times and quickly scribbled an end to my journal entry. My realization was so random I was almost a little incredulous it had been me who thought of it. Usually, these sorts of prophetic things never came to me, but I guess Lizzy was an exception in my mind to most things.

As I eventually went to sleep after my night routine, I thought of how to act at school. I could never truly be happy for her (that dim-witted idiot would probably end up hurting Lizzy in the end), but as a friend I could never cause anything stupid or rude to happen again that would danger our friendship. I would just have to go through the normal school routine as if nothing had changed, and hope that the next week would go by very fast. Besides, really, nothing had changed. She was just, somewhat dating someone while I didn't very much approve of the guy. It was totally normal.

After such a dreary weekend, I was somewhat looking forward to a nice Monday just working in the library and doing good librarian things. Like shelving books. I loved shelving books. That was not only efficient, but a vast thought consumer. Those books wouldn't Dewey Decimal themselves onto shelves. In fact, as I got to school, I was looking forward to doing some library work all day.

I suppose another plus side of my routine was that it was Monday, an odd day, and I wouldn't see Lizzy in class, but that was beside the point. I wasn't hiding from her so I wouldn't have to say anything about Saturday's events; that was cowardice. No, it was just merely avoiding all unpleasant conversations I could have with her about her choice of beloved other. I didn't want to upset her again, as I felt I had already done a good a pretty good job of that a couple weeks ago to her. Just avoiding talking at all, that would probably be my best strategy.

And so, I reported early to the library during first period as to avoid any human reaction as quickly as I could. Eli gave me a strange look, but I merely smiled back at her nonchalantly. Of course, this earned an even stranger look as I realized with chagrin that I never smile at her normally. I adverted my eyes as quickly as I could and went right away to shelving the turned in books.

I managed to get through the class period painlessly enough. After the low amount of shelving, I did other odd jobs here and there and even had time for a little internet chess. Chess was mind consuming and if I did say so myself, I was quite good (the benefits of being an only child; you could perfect the little quirky skills you would never use elsewhere in life). I stayed in at break as well, not wanting to deal with Luna again (she had given me quite a long speech after Saturday's fiasco), as well as not wanting to see anything else if it could be avoided. The bell for third period rang as other students came in for their study hall. I started spinning in my chair at the front desk, not really caring at this point but mainly trying not to think about-

"Gill, what are you doing?"

I stopped the chair immediately with my foot so that I was facing the back. I spun around a little bit so I was facing the front, as well as, her. She was in a baggy t-shirt and jeans, her hair in a somewhat preppy ponytail, those wonderful big glasses on her nose. She was giving me a strange look and I realized how childish I must have looked, spinning in a comfy chair. I cleared my throat and ran a hand through my hair.

"They spin a lot?" I suggested, trying to hide my embarrassment. She just laughed.

"Yes, though I don't think you're the first to discover the beauty of spinning office chairs." Her voice sounded hoarse and deeper than usual, meaning she was probably sick. She would be one of those people that always got sick; it just seemed such a Lizzy thing to happen.

"Are you ill?" I asked, a little surprised in the sudden edge of my voice.

She waved her hand with a shake of her head. "Pssssh, no. Of course not. Why would you-"She was cut off by a loud and violent bout of coughing.

"That doesn't sound like nothing," I grimaced, though a little proud of my somewhat cliché comment to her. She pulled out a handkerchief with the monogrammed letters A.P. on them in beautiful purple calligraphy. I was distracted by the handkerchief, wanting to know who's the initials were as she sounded like she was about to cough up a lung.

"Are you okay, you really sound like you should go home, or see the nurse. Something at least," I insisted. I knew, however she'd protest.

"I can't get behind on," more coughing, "my schoolwork. It'll just be a couple days until the weekend.

I stood up and walked on the other side of the counter to give her my handkerchief as well, as she had already used the one she had. She gave me a grateful look that made my ears warm, but I ignored the feeling as she continued coughing. Some girl I didn't recognize came and brought her a water bottle as Lizzy shot her an appreciative look as well.

"I insist you go home, you can't do this to yourself. As a friend, won't you listen to me?" I asked, once again surprised at my concern for her well being. However, I realized that if she was not here, that would be one less day to spend with James for her, which was okay in my book.

"Maybe," she sighed as she coughed into my handkerchief I had handed her. "By the way, thank you for this, I appreciate it," she smiled small and coughed again.

"Anytime," I smiled back as she turned to leave. "Wait, why were you in here?"

She turned around and laughed. "Duh!" more coughing as she pulled out a slip from her pocket, "this is a list from my math teacher about all the student's scores to enter in the grades, since all the teacher's computes aren't working or something. Gosh, I guess you're just so distracting Gill!"

She laughed as she handed me the list and headed out, not realizing the effect the words had on me. Obviously, I knew they were meant playfully in common jest, yet still it didn't fail that I grinned a little when she said that. Once she left, I stood there for a couple of seconds, trying to compose myself. I turned and saw Eli looking at me with a happy smile.

"You like her, don't you Gill?" she asked breathlessly, the same way she talked to everyone else.

"No, I don't. She's just a friend," I shrugged, going to sit back down and spin some more.

"Well, if it matters to you, I could tell she thinks very highly of you," Eli gushed as I spun back and forth. I stopped to look at her, to see if she meant it, but she instead was already working on something else.

The rest of the day happened as every other day of my life went; slowly. I don't know what it was, but at the library I usually had so much more things to do then today. Maybe it was because in the library, I did almost all my classes in there instead of in an actual classroom, so I usually had more time consuming work to do. Maybe it was that I had less on my mind those other times so I could be allowed the freedom to dawdle on random thought tangents. Just today though, I finished everything promptly, allowing myself more free time to think about life. I even decided to actually go to math class instead of learning how to graph tangent by myself. That was how bored I was.

Once I finished the day, I went straight home instead of waiting for Candace and Luna like I usually did. Once I got home, I noticed I still had a good 3 hours before my father arrived. I chose a book from the numerous shelves, not noticing what I had chosen from our classic literary repertoire until I sat down.

Pride and Prejudice. How ironic, but slightly dull. All the girly and romantic novels on the shelves had belonged to my mother, but after her death, father never had the heart to throw any of them out, which is why they were more stocked with Bronte and Austen instead of the Tolkien and Orwell I enjoyed. I suppose stories about young women who could never get married were enjoying to some, but I personally found them tedious and insipid.

I flipped through the first couple pages with a somewhat dissatisfied view. I had read the story years ago when I went through a classic literary phase one summer, and even then hadn't exactly been impressed by much. From what I remembered, it was the story of a strong willed protagonist named Lizzy who had to deal with a certain gentleman she hated because he had insulted her, all at the same time that he had suddenly become extremely attracted to her.

I froze mid flip, shocked by my revelation. The correspondence from book to real life was astounding. Lizzy Bennet, Lizzy Pilgrim. Both very strong willed women who didn't deal with the common people's pettiness. But if that was so, the way I would fit in would be…

... Was I Mr. Darcy?

No, I couldn't be. Mr. Darcy was rude and snobby and wore ill-fitting tight pants. I glanced down at my pants, which were not tight. At least, not more than acceptable for men of my generation. And, I wasn't rude. Except for that one time a couple weeks ago when I had been slightly rude to Lizzy because I thought she had liked me when I was head over heels for Luna at the time. That was pretty rude of me. Snobby though? I wasn't snobby… Unless one counted the conversation I had with my father a week ago when I basically insulted Lizzy right in front of him.

I groaned. I was Mr. Darcy. I sighed; annoyed with the fact I was now an apparent jerk. True, maybe Lizzy Bennet and Darcy ended up together in the happily ever after, but that was beside the point. In a way, this tied in with my whole happiness thing. Usually happy people weren't jerks, unless of course they were the type of people whose happiness came from humiliating others.

I sat the book down, a little frustrated with it as well as the revelation it had given me. Before my father got home, I distracted myself by instead focusing my efforts on the house, cleaning and organizing the different parts of it. Once he got home, everything was in order, all cobwebs gone, dishes put away-a rare commodity in our house-, and all other miscellaneous tasks he'd been meaning me to do before but I never got around to it. He congratulated my outstanding cleaning job, but I merely faked a disposition and hurried upstairs as fast as I could. I tried and succeeded with falling asleep quickly before I could decide how to deal with my newfound problem.

The next morning, I got ready quickly, embracing the beautiful Tuesday day. True, it was a little chillier than expected, but I liked it. I hurried to get ready, then almost immediately rushed to school. Upon arrival, I saw no messy brown hair and assumed Lizzy stayed home instead of coming to school, just as I had suggested.

My thoughts were confirmed when fourth period came around and she was not in study hall. I sat in my chair and watched for her, but all I got was a very crestfallen James (of whose sadness I think I enjoyed a little too much, but at the time I felt I was justified). It was staring at him which led me to a brilliant idea. I may be Mr. Darcy, but that didn't mean I had to act like him. Maybe by doing good and bringing happiness, I in turn could offset my seemingly inevitable path to permanent sullen behaviors. And I knew just how to begin my course of action.

After a very dull chemistry class (no Lizzy to amuse me), I again went straight home and began gathering a different array of things. Movies, cough drops, Kleenex, soup, and many others all went in a basket I had out. For I had determined, what better way to start my plan of a happy life than helping the person who first inspired my gladness. I grabbed my basket and hurried across districts to reach the house of the person I had most wanted to see today. I got there, smoothed my hair, and then knocked on the door.

"Lizzy, Lizzy? Are you alive?" As soon as I said it I slapped my forehead to my palm. Note to self, don't make dead jokes to the sick person. Especially when there was no answer…

"Hey, Lizzy? Are you alright?" Still no answer. I wrestled with the thought of just leaving, but then I thought and wondered if there was genuinely something wrong with her. Against my proper and polite upbringing, I cautiously opened the door.

She was there, lying on the couch, sleeping and looking very peaceful. I closed the door quietly to not disturb her with outside noises and decided I should probably just leave the things near her instead of unnecessarily waking her up. I set the basket on the ground near where her head was and was about to go search for paper to leave a note, when she woke up and blinked at me.

"Gill, is that you?" she asked slowly and groggily, looking at me with wincing eyes. I noticed her glasses on the ground and I handed them to her.

"Yes, yes it's me."

"What, why are you here?" she yawned, peering at me with those warm brown eyes. I stood, thinking how best to phrase my purpose at her house while trying very hard not to sound like a creeper.

"Well, you obviously aren't doing the best health wise. My father sent me over with some things," I lied smoothly, not wanting to know how concerned I was for her. I bent down and picked up the basket. "There are a lot of different things in here, such as medicine, cough drops, cup of noodles, entertainment…" I held up a couple of the chick flicks I had put in. She smiled at me.

"Do I see the BBC Pride and Prejudice in there? With Colin Firth?" she said, mustering a small laugh. I smiled, thinking of the irony from yesterday, and nodded. She laughed and got into a more sitting up position. "Do you mind putting it in, the player's over there," she pointed to the side of the room.

I got it all set up and turned back to Lizzy, who was looking through the basket. I saw her smile down at the cup of noodles as I cleared my throat. She looked up to me with, the smiled still on her face. "Well, I guess I'll be going now," I said, noticing how awkward I must sound. Good job Gill. I started heading to the door when she coughed, making me turn back.

"You, you're leaving?" she asked in a small voice, giving me a heart-breaking look. All I could do was nod back. "You don't have to Gill, I don't mind. I mean, I hate asking you this, but would you mind staying? I don't want to be alone."

She turned her head to the side in what I assumed shame for needing someone as I blushed furiously. Even though I knew she meant she just needed another human being here and not really me specifically, the line 'I don't want to be alone' caused heat to rise to my cheeks and ears. However, when she turned back around, I had made myself mildly composed. I sat next to her on the couch. "Sure. Let's go Mr. Darcy," I slightly laughed as she grinned at me and threw her arms around me.

"Thank you so much Gill!" She squeezed me hard as I awkwardly tried hugging her back. As she released me, her eyes were glittering with tears of gratitude as she shook her head. "Sorry, being sick always makes me so darn emotional," she laughed as she picked up my handkerchief I had given her yesterday. It made me a little proud to see her have it, but of course she again would never know that.

"Shall I start it?" I asked, pointing to the TV whilst trying to get her attention of me (for my own sake at least). She nodded as I pressed play and we were given the entertainment of the movie. At some of the parts she would say something witty about it, making me laugh. I could tell she really genuinely enjoyed the movie, which made me happy I had decided to put it in the basket. We had watched for a while before she asked me to help her make the noodles. I however, the perfect gentleman of course, offered to make it for her and she obliged, though a little unwillingly. I continued doing other things for her, to try and help her with not moving. All the while though, I tried not paying too much attention to the movie, afraid to see how much of a jerk Mr. Darcy truly was so as to not feel so bad about myself. I brought her the noodles right at the proposal scene.

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire, and love you," Colin Firth said, looking at Lizzy Bennet with a great deal of forceful love. My Lizzy (not my Lizzy like that, but just distinguishing between the two, for as my mind mentally corrected me, 'She's not yours') laughed at that as I handed her the noodles.

"Why is that so funny?" I asked, a little confused. Usually girls during proposal scenes got very emotional and love struck, not amused.

"He's just such a jerk, and expects her to marry him. It's just so, pretentious," she laughed, making my heart sink a little. "Sometimes, guys are so stupid, no offense."

"No, it's fine. We usually aren't the best minded creatures, I'll admit." I paused, looking at her before I started arguing more, the words just flying out almost by themselves. "I don't think it's his fault he's a jerk to her though. Sometimes, what we think of rude behavior and what others think of as rude behavior differs greatly," I pointed out, trying to redeem the character.

"He insinuated she wasn't pretty! That's pretty rude, I think" she added, sipping her noodles.

"Girls shouldn't base beauty on what guys think. Sometimes we don't always say what we mean," I hinted, hoping she would get where I was going with the thought.

"Well, maybe guys should just say what they mean, instead of confusing us poor girls and themselves." She frowned at a noodle that slipped off her fork as I inwardly groaned. Apparently not. The disk ended as I glanced at the clock, not realizing it was already 6:12. Lizzy followed my gaze and gasped. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry Gill for keeping you here this long!"

I shrugged. "Its fine, it's much better than being at home." With her, I didn't notice the time, nor did I miss the awkward attempts at conversations between me and my father at home, shockingly enough. She must have noticed something in my expression, as she set her noodles down and looked at me.

"What's so wrong with home?" she asked gently. I looked at her, prepared to say nothing, but her expression stopped me. Usually, when someone said they wanted to talk, you could tell they were merely trying to be polite, and actually didn't want to talk at all. But with Lizzy, something inside of me caved in, and I started talking.

"My father, he just doesn't understand me that much, or doesn't understand my ways all that much. He tries pushing things on me that I don't want to do. We don't talk all that much, even though I think he tries to. I don't understand my emotions or depression or just, anything," I rambled on as she listened extensively. I didn't really need solutions to any of my problems as I thought I did, just someone to listen, which she did. It made me, happy. I was still going on about random things when she started coughing violently again as I pulled out cold medicine from the basket.

"Here," I said, pouring her a little. She looked at it skeptically, tears in her eyes from all the coughing. "Besides the fact that you're probably overworking yourself like crazy, you don't want to be burdened with that cough for very long, it's not good for your health. Not that I'm terribly worried about your health or you or anything," I added as she swallowed it. She looked as if she was about to say some witty retort in return right as someone knocked on the door.

"I wonder who that is?" she mused, trying to get herself up unsuccessfully. I rolled my eyes at her, sat her back down, got up, and opened the door to James.

"Gill," he said stiffly as he saw me. He was taller than me, a slight deflation to my manhood. I noticed he had a container of what appeared to be some sort of broth.

"James!" Lizzy said happily as she saw him. I begrudgingly opened the door wide open so they could see each other more. I noticed his expression soften as he saw her and welcomed himself in.

"I made some miso soup off a recipe the doctor in training gave me. Jin, I think his name is?" I nodded at him impatiently as he continued. "I got a recipe for him, made some soup, and came to rescue a damsel in distress from a boring night." He grinned at Lizzy.

I turned to her, sure she'd blanch at so cheesy a line, but she was grinning like a, mad woman in love. "Of course!" She frowned suddenly as she glanced at me, apparently remembering I was there. "Oh. I forgot, I already had some food."

James shrugged and went into the kitchen, putting the soup in the fridge. "Problem solved." He looked at me up and down, no doubt wanting privacy which I was very fine with. I started grabbing my things as Lizzy looked at me again.

"Oh, you're already going Gill?" she asked, surprised. Honestly, women sometimes. Thinking I'd like to be the awkward third wheel to the happy couple. Lizzy may have been an incredibly smart woman, but sometimes she truly could be very imperceptive.

"Yes, it's fine. Father will be wondering where I am probably, and I don't think I could get through another minute of the movie," I said, a little more harshly then intended. "You can just bring it to me sometime when you're done." I nodded acknowledging at James and headed out the door as quickly as possible.

The rest of the week passed by without any signs of Lizzy, who I assumed was still recuperating, making it a very dull week for me. I tried not thinking of what happened on that night, not wishing to know of the cute romantic happenings between the two. The rest of life on the island however was preparing steadily for the flower festival and school dance. Flower arches and colored pots lined the streets as the aura was happy and springy. Every day Father hummed a new tune at breakfast, showing how in high spirits he was. I tried not dampening his happiness with my growing concerns about Lizzy, but I could never tell if I convinced him or not.

At last, Friday arrived, the day of everything. At school, Luna finalized with me plans for the evening and handed me my flower. We were wearing the elite blue mist flowers, no doubt her attempt to match my eyes and my favorite blue button down, as that was what the dress was for the dance. The girls wore either a spring dress the color of the matching flowers or that had the flower on it, while the guys wore coordinating button up shirts. It was somewhat classy, but casual at the same time.

I kept the flower safe all the way until I got home. As I put it in the fridge upon my arrival at my house, I glanced up at the clock, realizing how much time I had. I got dressed so I wouldn't have to worry about it later, then sat and watched some cheesy chick flick where the unlikely paired couple ended up together in spite of major differences. Despite my will, it made me think of Lizzy.

I hoped she was there tonight, even though she had recently been sick. Maybe that made me selfish, I couldn't distinguish it. I'm sure she'd look nice in whatever flower she was in. This feeling of worry was new to me; even though I was sure I didn't like her. It was in fact perfectly acceptable for a friend to be concerned about another friend's happiness and health. I just, couldn't like her. I frowned as I thought about it, not quite sure how my own emotions felt about the situation. These thoughts engulfed my mind until I glanced at the clock and jumped up because I realized I had to leave soon. I hurriedly pinned my flower on my breast pocket and rushed to Luna's.

She opened the door upon my arrival, looking very pretty in a flattering blue dress that flared out. She had her hair half up instead of in pigtails, a small blue mist flower pinning the curls back. Ringlets suited the outfit nicely, the wide straps of the dress making me much more comfortable than the strapless one she wanted to make would have. Luna looked at me, a little shyer than normal.

I smiled reassuring at her. "You look very nice tonight Luna." She smiled timidly and blushed a little as her grandma hurried over to take pictures. I smiled, sure the night would go well, as after that we had to then hurry to go meet up with our group at dinner to then afterwards go to the dance of what was sure to be a very interesting night.