Author's Note: Squee! Thanks to everyone who wished me luck on the research paper (and agreed with me on history teachers being total assholes) being lucario22 and Saiko-Wulf (and another shout out to my bro Chisredfiled911226 for reviewing again). Anyways I'd just like to say that I am a total review whore and I need more reviews because I'd like to get more viewpoints on how my writing style compares.

Oh man, I'd just like to let you all know that I am so psyched about how school went yesterday. Here's a little story from x-r-x-r-x's life (haha, not that I mean to distract from the story but, here's an even better example of why Mr. Ryan [my history teacher] deserves nothing but the most painful death at the hands of an ugly hooker).

After checking all of our papers (haha, this kid that I hate whose name is Brian S. didn't even do his, what a jerkoff. God I have such a dirty mouth, sorry, but my friends all say that I cuss like a sailor with a gambling problem and incredibly bad luck), Mr. Ryan was all like: "Okay, class, now, I expect that all of you being troglodytes like you are (okay, maybe he didn't really say that) you all need practice at public speaking. So, each of you will give an impromptu 2-minute oral presentation on your papers."

And I was like thinking 'Oh-my-God, Mr. Ryan, you deserve nothing but the most painful death at the hands of an ugly hooker.' Regardless, I got up [and I was nervous as hell] but I did it and I didn't burst into awkward laughter or even stall for time by saying [um] one thousand and forty three times; none of that whatsoever! I think I deserve a cookie.

Okay, anyways, it's story time children! Last time we left off at Fox being ordered by General Pepper to go on a blind date so as not to be completely alienated…

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He pinned the red flower to a fancy black dress shirt he had picked up at some specialty clothing boutique somewhere. He hadn't really wanted to buy it, but Krystal insisted—

'Okay, stop it. Stop thinking about her.'

Embossed into it was rose-colored thread, in the pattern of an Oriental dragon, beginning at the very bottom of the fabric and rising towards the place over his heart. The red flower was pinned right in the wide-open maw of the thread dragon.

'Heh, how fitting,' like the flower, the symbol pertaining to this date, were being swallowed.

He couldn't wear his normal green flight pants to the date. Nothing fancy or stylish; if he wanted to make a bad first impression he would have to wear something rugged. And nothing said rugged like blue jeans with both bleach stains and oil stains on them.

His only complaint was that they showed off his knees too much.

'No, literally.'

Well, they were certainly a well-worn pair of pants. He had done enough sliding and scooting around on his knees in the Arwing hangar that they were now open to the world to see.

Not one to be outdone by any slight error in fashion sense, he put his leather jacket that he head been accustomed to wearing all day every day recently. So now the grave looking fox in the mirror wore a foppish dress shirt with a leather jacket over it, while clad in ripped and stained pants.

Fox smoothed one paw through the blonde locks of hair on his head, grinning at himself in the mirror.

"Crap," he muttered, "it still looks like me."

The marquee over the entrance to the Cornerian Outdoor Theater read "All through the middle of the week: MILEY CYRUS AND JONAS BROTHERS, DOUBLE FEATURE!"

Fox stared at it, sullenly. 'Name sounds pretty gay,' he thought.

But, regardless, he had heard some pretty great things about this concert, so he shrugged and waltzed through the ticket gate.

Inside were a million girls and boys of all ages, screaming at the top of their lungs for the bands. The noise annoyed Fox horribly so he bounded up to the higher level of seating of the Ampitheater and perched on the wall. At least the noise was less intense from up here.

He scanned the crowd below for any signs of women wearing red flowers.

"I bet he's hooked me up with some fat loser Cornerian sergeant woman," the vulpine growled. "That would not even be slightly unlike him," he kicked his boot back into the wall he was sitting on.

But, scanning around the crowd, there were some pretty hot babes. One tough-looking lynx, though she was smiling and chatting up a male cardinal; she wasn't wearing a red flower anywhere. One pink cat sitting in the dimming sunlight and playing with her silver hair absentmindedly; she wasn't wearing a red flower anywhere either. Damn.

Fox sighed and rested his head in his arms. 'Well, maybe I can babewatch while I'm with her. I doubt that wouldn't turn her off.'

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Fox looked up ad was greeted with a nice view of a tall person's chest. On it was pinned a red flower. But the chest was unreasonably flat.

"Um, excuse me," a distinctively male voice said, "I was waiting for my blind date. I was told he'd be wearing a red flower in his shirt…?"

The vulpine looked up, feeling frustrated at how awful this evening was going to be. 'First,' he quickly fumed in his head, 'I get hooked up on a blind date that I'm forced to go on only because the person who made the contact for me is the ruler of the planet. Second of all, he hooks me up with a guy, and I don't even LIKE guys like that. What could possibly go more wrong? Maybe I shouldn't make eye contact,' he thought, as he looked up.

But he made eye contact.

Actually, only one eye contacted. His right eye came in contact only with an eye-patch.

Fox was looking at a lupine. And he knew this lupine. Fox knew him all too well.

"Fox?" said lupine asked, in shock.

Fox felt his face contort in horror, but didn't care whether or not it would offend.

"Oh God, no."

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SUSPENSE! Oh nooooooooo~

Hah, right. Not like you don't know who it is XP

Well, I'm apparently not imaginative enough to think of any kind of Lylat-type bands (and I really despise making OCs, personally) so I just sort of wimped out and picked a double concert made of bands that really exist here in the real world (as lame as the real world is). And yeah, I kind of understand that it's sort of cliché for romance fics to feature things like that, but I am actually a totally huge-ass Disney fangirl and, respectively, my favorite bands/singers in the world are Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers.

::sigh:: when I was younger I wanted to be a Disney Princess— (as long as I got to be Marie from Aristocats. :D)

Please review. I will dance. I will tap-dance on the sidewalks of with a sad little hat out. The sad little hat must be filled with reviews.