Note from the Author: Sorry for the long update, real life and stuff... Hopefully I can get chapters up sooner...

"Alright, John, ready?" Dylan asked.

"Yup."

"Blueice, sound?"

"Good," commented Blueice.

"Any questions before we begin?"

Riley spoke, "Yeah, why are we starting in the middle of the script first?"

"Because, we can't work in order, or it could take longer for all the days to come up. We do what we can to get it done faster."

"Whatever..."

"Camera rolling."

"Check," said John.

"And... Action."

"Look, Storm, I'm sorry that I have to do this to you," Riley spoke, putting his arm on her shoulder.

"I-It's fine..." Storm said, wiping her eye, "I understand..."

Riley pulled her close to him, kiss her lightly. He hugged her, "Please forgive me for this..."

Storm lightly returned the embrace as a few tears landed on his shoulder. Riley let go, walking off.

"Cut," said Dylan. "Perfect, for a first take too... Didn't think you guys were that good."

Riley walked back, "So are we done with this scene?"

"Oh, no way."

"What? You just said it was perfect!"

"And it was, but it was just one angle. We have to get one facing Storm, a close up of the kiss and hug, then one of you walking away."

"You like making this difficult, don't you?"

"If it'll look professional by the end, even for our first try at film making? Yes, I do."

"You just love to be a bother," Riley looked into the script, "What is the scene before this anyway? What did Riley do to Storm to be in this scene? God is sounds strange talking in third-person."

Donte looked at Dylan, "Yeah, why did you use our names for the script?"

"Well," Dylan scratched the back of his neck, "I had no better ideas for names."

Blueice spoke a little impatiently, "Hey, can we hurry this up a bit? I kinda have somewhere to be."

Valerie turned and asked, "Where is that?"

He blushed lightly, shocked he was actually able to be able to get the date, "Just, meeting up with someone."

Dylan looked around the area, and searched through his script plan. Casey, "Meeting up with who, a lass?"

"Does it truly matter?" Blueice really rather not share at the moment.

"I guess not."

Dylan spoke up, "Yeah, we're done here. Not much we can do for now. Go my little pigeons, be free."

Riley and Donte looked at him with a 'Are you mental?' look, Donte spoke, "Go my little pigeons?"

"You guys make it seem like you're trapped here."

"But still, go my little pigeons?"

"Forget it and leave before I make you clean up the apartment."

"Whatever, I gotta go too, see ya." Donte walked off.

With Blueice and Donte gone, Valerie took her goodbyes and fled the scene.

"Hey, Dylan," started Casey, "Wanna go practice? We don't really need a bass to practice."

"Sure," Casey and Dylan walked off, leaving Riley and Storm.

"So, what now?" asked Riley.

"Your choice, any ideas?"

"Well, not for now, but the dance is tonight. So we can get ready for that."

"What is this, Junior prom?"

Riley chuckled, "No, I guess your right, we don't have to get ready for the dance. But..."

"But...?"

He looked at her with a grin, "We can head back to my apartment, and do something."

Storm grinned back, "What kind of something?"

He lightly pecked her lips, "That's all the hint you'll get."

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Dylan smiled as the last note rang out, "We are surely getting better."

"Hell yeah," said Casey. "Oh yeah, guess what."

"Huh?"

"I was hoping to tell Blueice this as well, however... I got us a gig."

"Seriously? Our first gig?"

"Vinyl helped me out. It's nowhere big, but it'll do for us just starting."

"Great. By the way, where is Blueice, all he said was that he was meeting up with someone."

"I got no clue."

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"I-I can't believe you even said yes," said Blueice, face red, completely nervous.

"I can't believe you even liked me," replied Applejack, "I had no clue you liked a girl like me."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh, um. I just, never thought you liked me, I didn't mean anything by it."

Blueice looked down, "Oh..."

"Blueice, I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't know you liked me, that's all."

"Yeah," he tried to cheer himself up, he got a date with the girl of his dreams, no way he's stopping it now.

XXXX

"Come on!" Storm said, becoming a bit more pushy. Yes, I mean pushy literally. Storm was pushing Riley into a store.

"I-, I thought you said we weren't getting ready for the prom!"

"I lied."

"But this isn't even Junior prom!"

"No, but it is an eventful prom, and I am gonna dress up, and so are you."

"I don't even like wearing suits!"

"Well you're going to rent one," she grinned, starting to look at a few dresses.

Note from the Author: So, writers block, and stuff. But now I actually have something to start of next chapter, expect it in hopefully less than a week... Or more.