The following day, Ivan had decided to plan Madeline a small surprise, since she had said that she hadn't gone to a party, he would take her to Gilbert's. He was having one this Friday, which so happened to be that day.

He had found himself waiting at her locker. Patiently and quietly he awaited the girl. Yet for a long while nothing came.

He had seen her in class, so why wasn't she here yet? Maybe she'd been avoiding him. What if she didn't want to see him? Or talk to him?

Meanwhile, Madeline walked to her locker and caught site of Ivan. For a moment or two she couldn't help but smile. He was quite adorable just leaning on her locker and looking up at the ceiling. She sighed heavily. How could she tell him that her brother made her promise to not date him? It wasn't really that easy as telling him 'Oh, my brother hates you so we can't be together.'

She couldn't just say that. It sounded rude and mean as heck. No, no, no, she couldn't just say that she promised either. But the thing was she always kept her promises. She had never ever broken one- starting with not telling anyone about Lizzie's 'tiny' crush on Gilbert to promising her brother that she wouldn't steal his glasses when they were younger.

She sighed once more. No, she had to keep her promise. She needed to keep it. She couldn't afford letting her brother hate her. She had finally decided to confront him.

As soon as Ivan saw Madeline his eyes lit up. He stood straight and ran his hand through his hair in his failed attempt to fix it. He smiled his usual childlike gesture and greeted her.

"Priviet." He mumbled.

"Hello, Ivan." She returned the gesture.

"Okay so, I want you to get all dressed up tonight."

"Ivan, where are you taking me?" Madeline playfully glared.

"You'll see. Don't worry about it. You'll like it, I'm sure."

"I don't know..."

"Madeline, just do it. You won't regret it, I hope."

"Fine. I'll go along with it, but if you try to pull anything-"

"I won't. Just be ready by seven and I'll be there to pick you up, got it?"

"Okay, I understand."

Ivan had smiled one last time before walking away. He looked back at her and winked as she looked away.

Later that evening, Ivan waited outside her house. His usual scarf was placed around his neck accompanied by a white blazer and black jeans. Some white Adidas took the place of shoes and his hair lay normally on his head.

Madeline exited with a tight red pencil skirt that had gone midway down her thighs and fishnet leggings followed by Red 6-inch pumps. A Black leather jacket fell loosely on top of her white silk tank top. Her hair had been down- without any pony tail or anything. And a little red bow perched upon her head.

Ivan immediately smiled. "Y-you look gorgeous." He began.

"T-thank you, Lizzie chose everything." Madeline fidgeted with the jacket before trying to pull her skirt down even more.

Ivan- in all honesty- couldn't take his eyes off her. Her lovely curves craved his attention. He needed to look away right away! But...she looked so attractive- not that she didn't look attractive any other day. But right now she just- finally- decided to demonstrate her figure.

"I-Ivan, c-c-can you st-stop staring at me?"

"O-oh! I-I'm sorry!" Ivan looked away.

He burned in embarrassment. Crap... He had just practically checked her out. Way to go Ivan! That's just how you get a girl to like you! Stare at her non stop without even blinking until she asks you to stop! You go!

"T-thank you. So, w-where are we going?" She asked a bit timid as he led her to the car.

"Well, love, we're going to Gilbert's party." Ivan smiled as he helped her into the car and entered himself.

"A-A party? But I don't even know how to dance. And what if I fall or something?" Madeline panicked.

"Don't think about it. Just keep close to me and you'll be fine. But don't get lost, okay?"

"I'll try. But what if-"

"Madeline, you'll be fine, just calm down." Ivan chuckled. "You'll be just fine."

Madeline sighed heavily trying to calm herself, though it wasn't really working. What if she couldn't dance properly and Ivan didn't like that? What if he started to dislike her? Maybe she wasn't good enough for him. Maybe she wasn't as pretty as she thought. Maybe she wasn't brave enough to stand next to him. Maybe she just wasn't the one for him. What if he didn't like girls that couldn't dance? Or girls who couldn't walk in heels properly?

Ivan occasionally glanced over at Madeline. Her hands were beginning to clench the end of her skirt tightly as her head hung between her arms.

He felt a little ashamed for looking at her the way he did. It just wasn't clean- if you can explain it as such.

"Ivan I can't dance." She repeated.

"I'll teach you." Ivan replied.

"B-but what if I can't learn?"

"We'll try until you do."

Madeline sat quietly once more. She thought about it for a little while. Well, at least she had a "Rocking Body" like Lizzie would quote. In addition, Ivan was staring at her earlier. Well, Lizzie was right about that as well, Ivan liked what he saw...

"O-Okay..." She mumbled after a while. She sat up straight and prompted her chest a bit.

Ivan glanced at her once more but this time just for a short while. He fixed his eyes on the road. If he kept paying any more attention to her figure, he would surely drive the car into a post or something of the sort. Okay, he really needed to stop staring; didn't his sister teach him any manners? Staring wasn't good at all. His sister even told him to not even pay attention to a girl's chest- that was considered no-man's land.

As Madeline would catch Ivan stare at her every now and then she would smile to herself yet blush at the same time.

The rest of the ride was kept silent as well.