Hey! Thanks for all the reviews, guys! Wow, a lot of people guessed what the songs were! Now, I'll answer some reviews!

ThaliaGrace1: Thank you! Apparently, canines don't appreciate him as much as we do. :) Oh, and good job on the songs! You got them both!

Bookgirl39: Oh, the irony… and you'll just have to read the story. :)

: You got both of the songs correct! Nice! :D

Days-like-these: Thanks for the tip! I'll have to remember that. :) I agree with you, Atticus is a boss. You got the second one. The first one was It Girl by Jason Derulo.

KTRose12: Brilliant! You got both of the songs right. :D Poor Ian… You can definitely use that metaphor. :D Ha-ha…oh, clueless Mothers.

CloverThyne: Your guesses are correct! Nice job. :)

TsukiyoTenshi: The Vespers will come into play in the next couple of chapters. I can't answer the rest of your questions. That would just spoil the story, now wouldn't it? ;)

39cluesgal: They can hear the words in their heads. Like someone is phoning them. Yes, you can "speak" to another person in morph. Hope that cleared some stuff up for you! :)

Evanescence456: Yeah…I wish I could've fit that in. :) Good job on the songs!

Pianoxgirl: Thanks! I love being called a genius. If you want to flatter me, that's one way to do. And flattery gets you…EVERYWHERE! :D

Miss Classified: You got the songs right! And thank you! :)

Paperclip Chick: Me too! It is a really cool song!

Summer Afternoons: Thanks! :) Great job on the songs, Douglas. I like your music type too!

"Now, these are colored contacts," Natalie told me, holding a large selection of them.

"I know what they are," I grumbled. I had gotten up a bit early that morning.

"Pick one. I would suggest either the darker green or maybe a hazel. The blue or brown wouldn't match your dress."

"Yeah, yeah," I grabbed a pack and tried to put one in.

I knew I did something wrong. The contacts weren't supposed to burn. Then Natalie had to fight me to do the contacts for me. Eventually, she had one with Madison and Reagan on her side.

And that was how I spent most of my Friday night. Now today was the big day. Today was the day of the…ball. You know what? I'm actually not dreading every moment until it comes.

Maybe it's my inner Janus-wolf.

Finally, I had chosen the hazel color. I liked my normal color better, though. I looked at the dress on my bed. What if someone recognizes us? It's a good thing that Dan didn't have to go. That's one less thing I have to worry about. Only Hamilton, Sinead, Ned, Jonah, Natalie, Ian, and I got to go. Natalie had practically begged Fiske to go. She was the youngest one going.

I heard a knock on my door.

"Amy? Can I come in?" It was Natalie.

I panicked. I wasn't ready yet. "No! I don't think-"

"I'm coming in anyways." Natalie opened the door, took one step inside my room, and frowned. She was wearing a dark violet dress, much like her morph color. She had her dark brown contacts in, shielding her natural amber eyes. Natalie put her hands on her hips.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" She asked impatiently.

"I wanted to-"

"Save it," she cut me off. "Get your dress on and don't put your contacts in until I tell you, okay?"

"Fine," I grumbled and picked up my dress.

~I tried, but I had to surrender~

I twirled in front of the mirror. I felt like a flower…or some kind of cupcake.

Yeah, don't ask.

I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't keep my normal eye color. Even I had to admit that my eyes matched the dress perfectly. Now, I had to go find Natalie. I held my green pumps and exited my room. I went to go look in her room first. Her room was deserted…great. I found Sinead walking down the hallway.

"Hey, have you seen Natalie?" I asked her.

"Yeah, she's in the lounge," Sinead said.

"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder, running barefoot down the hallway. I slid to a stop in front of the doorway. "Hey, Natalie-"

The person that was in the room wasn't Natalie.

"Why, I know we might look similar, but I have known you for almost eight years."

Just my luck. I looked up at him, feeling like an idiot. One, I had called him by his sister's name. Two, I was holding a pair of contacts and some heels.

I bit back a retort. "Do you know where she is?" I didn't like the up and down look he was giving me.

"I have no earthly idea," Ian said. "Why do you need her?"

"I have to let her put my contacts in," I blurted out. I just had to open my big mouth.

"I can help you," he offered, smirking.

"No, no, I'll go find her," I told him. Then Ian snatched the contacts out of my hand.

"Hazel…" he mused, and then glanced up from the contacts. His eyes landed on me. I immediately felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Your actual eyes look better with the dress than these," he told me.

"T-thanks?" It came out more of a question.

"Come here," he commanded, and I panicked.

"Why?" I asked.

"So, I can put these contacts in. I can't reach you out there, you know," he said, holding his arms out to show I was too far away from him. Oh…

"Okay…" I walked up to him.

"Now look up," he instructed, and I did as he said.

In the corner of my eye, I saw him wet the contact and hold it above my eye. He gently placed it on my eye. I didn't feel a thing. He did it even better than Natalie. He put a contact in my other eye. I blinked rapidly once it was in. When he finished, I felt his fingers brush the side of my face. My newly hazel eyes looked into his deep amber ones. I was frozen. I couldn't move anything, but I was aware of how close to me he was.

"Hey, Amy…oh, this might be a bad time!"

I jumped away from Ian at the sound of her voice. I looked over at Reagan, my face burning.

"No, it's okay," I said, trying to cover my blush.

"Oh, all right, Natalie wants you in her room A.S.A.P!" Reagan said.

"Okay, thanks!" I dashed out of the room, leaving Ian in the dust.

I practically ran all the way there.

~I am lost. I am vain. I will never be the same~

For once, I got to participate in something. It felt…nice to get ready for the second mission. I could already feel the adrenaline pumping. All of my nerves were on over-drive.

I would be the one out there today.

Not Dan. Not Reagan. Me.

And it felt good.

Well, it might not be the most exciting mission I could've taken part in, but a mission was a mission. I was grateful for anything, really.

"Amy!" Natalie snapped. "Stop moving, you'll ruin your dress!"

I was moving?

I sent her an apologetic smile, not caring about her harsh tone. Nothing could put me down right now. Not even if Fiske came in and said that I couldn't morph.

Well…

"Amy! I told you to stop moving!"

Oops.

Just then, Fiske entered the room. "Are you ready, ladies?" He asked.

"About time," Natalie huffed, and walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes at her typical behavior.

Fiske walked up to me. "Do you have your mic? Are you sure you want to take part in this? Maybe it isn't a good idea since you just-"

I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be okay," I insisted, smiling.

"I know," he said, and wrapped me into a hug. Then he checked his watch. "It's time to go," he confirmed. I smiled again.

Let's do this.

Author's Note: I'm sorry about the late update! I really have no excuse for taking so long…I'm losing my touch. No, not writing touch. More like: Getting-out-of-problems-with-excuses touch.

This can't be good.

Well, all excusing aside, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! As much as I love you guys reviewing, I have two simple requests.

Number one…Could you guys use correct grammar and not text talk, for me? :) Just a thing that like, pops out at me sometimes.

Number two… I don't just like reviews that say. "I love it! Update!" What did you like about it? Can you just type that one single reason that you "love it?" Please… :D

Oh, and guess what those two songs are from the line breaks! Nice job on the last ones, guys. It was a great turn out.

~Nataliya