A/N - Okay, major thanks to my loyal reviewers, and the new readers for reviewing, too! I'm so glad you like this. Yes, I'm still sick as ever. My throat's starting to get better, but the congestion's terrible. No meds for that, unfortunately. All the coughing is making my abs hurt like shit. That means I have off today from work, onto the next chapter!!

Oh yeah, major thanks to prettygal6 for the dresses!! And accessories, and what the girls wear at the dance, like, everything!

One more thing; Okay, my friend Fauzul is like, forcing me to make him a character as this random guy who appears out of nowhere and comments on things, then disappears. Oh, he's supposed to be "cute." Yeah, Fauzul, you're lucky!

"Jenny, somebody's called you!" I hear my mom yelling from downstairs. It was Sunday morning, and I did not get a good night's sleep. Not at all. "Yeah, mom, I'm coming!" I yell back at her. 'You'll have to find the answer to that question yourself.' That still confuses me so much.

I get up from bed and walk downstairs to see mom with one of our cordless phones in her hand. I'm still tired as I say, "Hello?" Of course, the person on the other line was Shane. "Get ready, I'll be there in an hour!" he tells me. "Wait, aren't you sick?" I ask him. "Well, I was, but I'm good to go. Remember, an hour!" he says before hanging up.

"Jenny, what was that all about?" my mom asks me. "Shane's taking me as his date to that Homecoming Dance. He's buying me my dress today," I tell her. "Wait, you mean you're going on a date with him? Jenny, he's a bit too old," she says. Oh man, she's being overprotective..

"Mom, he's less than two years older than I am, don't worry," I reassure her. She nods at me while I go upstairs to shower and get ready. I was finishing my breakfast, I mean, lunch, when Shane rings the doorbell. I put the bowl in the sink and open the door. He was wearing his girly sunglasses again. Probably to hide the fact that he's sick.

He greets my mom as I say bye to her, and we get in his car. Once again, I had to strap in his seatbelt for him. "Do you have OCD when it comes to seatbelts or something?" he asks me. "No, I just don't like breaking the law, dumbass," I reply. "No, don't wear the seat belt. She's crazy, it's not against the law," this random guy says. "Wait, who are you?" Shane asks him.

"The name's Fauzul, that's all you need to know," he says before disappearing. Okay, weird. (There, you happy, Fizzle!? Yes, I just called you Fizzle. :P) "Okay, that was major disturbing," I say. "Definitely," Shane agrees as he drives. "Wait, where are we going?" I ask him. He gets a mischievous grin before telling me, "Atlantic City."

"Whoa, Atlantic City?! Why are you taking me that far?!" I ask him. He swerves a bit on the road. We weren't on the highway yet. "It's not that far, about an hour and a half, and I've got a store that I want to go to," he tries explaining. "Well, what store is that then?" I ask him. I don't really trust him taking me that far. New York City's closer to Green Oak than Atlantic City. "You'll see. The designer's known for her 'feminine and whimsical' designs," he answers.

Whimsical? That sounds pretty fun. "Hey, that sounds pretty cool," I tell him. Really, it does. "I'm pretty sure you'll like it. Actually, I'm pretty sure that I'll like it more than you do," he says. He's got that smirk again. I raise my eyebrows in confusion. "Wait, so you ARE a cross dresser?! I knew it!" I exclaim.

"Whoa, hold on there. I didn't mean it that way," he corrects me. "Wait, then what do you mean?" I ask him. He's seriously confusing me. "You'll find out soon enough," he winks. Wow, he just.. Winked. Yeah, confusion's really taking a toll on my head now. I rest my head back in the seat and doze off.

XoLAGOHxO

"Jenny, we're here, wake up," I can hear Shane say. I rub my eyes before unbuckling my seat belt and getting out of his car. Shane quickly locks it before grabbing my hand and dragging me with him. "Your surprise is the pier at Caesars?" I ask him. We were standing right in front of it. "A casino?" I continue. "None of us are old enough to gamble!" I go on.

He puts his finger over my lips to silence me. "Look, can't you just be patient?" he asks me. I remove his finger before saying, "Okay, fine. You've got a couple minutes before I hitchhike back home." I'm surprised to find myself in a Betsey Johnson store five minutes later. Shane's looking over the mini dresses.

"Hold up, mini dresses?" I ask him as I walk over to where he was.

"Yeah, they'd look good on you," he tells me.

"To think that the designer's in her 60s, too," I wonder in amazement.

"Whoa, she is?!" he asks me.

"Yeah, you didn't know that? She's a pretty cool designer," I tell him.

"Hey, what's your favorite color?" he asks me.

"Blue. Definitely blue. I'm unbelievably obsessed with that color. My room is entirely blue," I immediately say. I was rambling.

"Hmm, this would be perfect for you," he says as he pulls out a dress.

It was a short blue dress covered completely in sequins. It had a tight black sash around the entire waist area, and seemed to be a bit tight on the chest, too. It had removable straps and had small ruffles on the top and bottom. The bottom of it slightly bubbled out to about mid-thigh.

"How much is it?" I ask him.

"I'm paying for it, remember?" he reminds me.

"Yeah, I know, but I still want to know the price," I say.

"It's four twenty-five," Shane tells me, like it's nothing.

"What?! That's even more than my last dress!" I exclaim.

"Hey, it's a size two, can you fit that?" he goes on.

I grab the dress from him and go into a fitting room. I hear Shane yell from the other side, "You should wear it without the straps." I remove the straps before putting it on. Oh crap, there's a zipper in the back. I spend two minutes trying to zip it up before I hear Shane impatiently whine, "What's taking so long?"

Stupid zipper! "I need help with the zipper," I tell him. "I'll help you," he says. No way am I letting him help me with that. "Never mind, I think I'll manage," I say, trying to change his mind. This zipper is fucking impossible. "You know what, fine. Help me with my damn zipper," I order him. I open the fitting room door, and he comes inside.

"Why are you still wearing your bra?" he asks me. "Uh, why wouldn't I be?" I ask back. "This thing comes with a built-in one, you know. You wouldn't really need a bra," he tries explaining. "Look, I'm just trying it on." I turn around so he can pull up the zipper. He pulls it up and I feel my chest getting tight. "God, it's hard to breathe in this thing!" I complain.

"Their other sizes are a zero and ten, this is the last two," he tells me. "It fits well, I just never liked tight dresses," I say. "It looks good on you," he reassures me. "Oh wait, what's your shoe size?" he asks me. "It's a seven," I answer him. He leaves and I change back to my normal clothes. After I put the dress back on the hanger, I walk out to try and find Shane.

He wasn't anywhere in sight. I guess that I should just stand here and wait for him. Great, now he's making me wait for him? About five minutes later, I see him and he buys the dress while I wait. He was also holding another bag. Probably shoes or something. Next thing you know, we're at Hartford Mall.

"Dude, it's like, four, and I wanna go home and sleep!" I whine.

"You're going to need an outfit to change into for the party at my house afterwards," he tells me while flipping through some jeans at Forever 21.

"I could just wear my old stuff, you know," I point out.

"It's Homecoming, you need to look really good. You're my date, remember?" he goes on.

"Uh, you guys are never there at your parties," I remind him.

"Well, for this one, we are." Ugh, he just wouldn't give up, would he?

"Here, these look good," he says as he pulls out some pink skinny jeans.

"Uh, pink jeans? No thank you," I tell him.

"No, these would look good on you," he insists.

"Aren't skinny jeans for tall people?" I ask him.

He replies, "I thought they were supposed to lengthen your legs or whatnot. Besides, you'll look tall in them with the shoes I bought you."

"Did you buy me really tall pumps?" I ask him.

"Yeah, they're pretty cute," he says.

"And their price?" I keep asking.

"That's for me to know and you to never find out," he answers.

I pull a purple peace sign t-shirt off the rack. "Hey, this navy sweater is cute, too," he says as he throws me that button up sweater. "Wait, what's up with you saying cute?" I ask him. Guys don't say that shoes or clothes are cute. That's just wrong. "A lot of things look cute on you," he replies. "Aw, that's so sweet," I smile for dramatic effect. "Uh-huh, yeah, I can be nice when I want to be," he tells me. I head for the fitting rooms and tell Shane to come in when I got that new outfit on.

"Oh yeah, you need something to complete the outfit," he says. "It looks pretty fine to me," I tell him, standing in front of the mirror in the fitting room. He walks out then comes back about a minute later. "Dude, a yellow belt? That's not me," I try to convince him. "Just put it on around your waist," he insists. I do so, and I have to admit, it compliments the outfit pretty well. It was simply a skinny yellow belt with a semi-large matching buckle.

"Awesome, we're gonna buy everything," he says. I'm just glad that Forever 21 is pretty cheap. He's spending so much money on me today. Actually, it's only a lot to me, not him. We were in the food court ordering some Starbucks. We both got lemon ice tea. "Should we sit here and drink or do it on the way home?" he asks me. That's pretty considerate of him, asking me instead of just deciding for himself.

"Let's stay here," I suggest. He puts the bag down by his seat as we picked a random table to sit down in. This food court's pretty huge, I notice. I start looking around while drinking my refreshment and notice Nate and Jason not too far from us. I'm about to yell out their names when I see Angela walk up to Nate. She says something to him and he gets up and goes somewhere with her. Jason's left all alone now.

"Shane, did you just see that?" I quietly ask him. "What?" he asks, being quiet also. "Angela just walked over to Nate and Jason, and Nate went with her somewhere.. Alone." I put emphasis on the last word. For some reason, Shane doesn't seem so pissed. "Wait, how come you're not spazzing out?" I ask him. He's been bugging me all week about Angela, blaming everything on me.

"Eh, I was kind of lying about wanting to get back with Angela," he reluctantly admits. "Wait, what? So I don't owe you anything?" I ask, shock clearly evident in my voice. He was lying the entire fucking time?! "I.. uh, did it as a way to get you to agree with me to go to the dance as my date.." he explains. "So, you lied to me," I sum it up. "Don't think of it as that. I mean, I knew that you would've said no to my offer, so like.." his words drifted off. He didn't finish his sentence. Surprisingly, I wasn't mad at him. He'd do all that just to get a date with me.

"You know, that's a bad method, but it's sweet," I admit out loud. He perks up before asking, "It is?" I smile and tell him, "Yeah, it is." We get up with our drinks and head over to where Jason was sitting. Before we reach them, Nate came back and sat down, shock clearly evident on his face. Angela must've done something to him.

"Oh, hey guys, what's up?!" Jason loudly asks us once we were in hearing range. I stand by their table since there were only seats for two people. "Shane and I had a long day of shopping," I tell them. "Yeah, just for her. I got nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada." I laugh at him before saying, "Hey, you insisted, not me."

Shane and Jason start quietly talking to each other about the dance, so I decide to talk to Nate.

"Hey, what's up with you and Angela?" I ask him.

"Wait, you saw that?" he asks instead of answering my question.

"Yeah, I did, now answer the question," I tell him.

"She asked me to be her date to the dance," he admits.

"She what?!" I manage to say before choking on the iced tea.

Both the other guys turn around to look at me while Nate starts rubbing my back. That helps with the choking. "Wait, what did you say?!" I ask him, desperate for his answer. What's going on with me? "I uh, said yes. I mean, how could I say no?" he says. For some reason, I feel hurt. 'How could I not say no?' It seems like he likes Angela.

"I meant that as in, I'd be one of the few freshmen going to the dance," he reassures me. "Don't worry about it, I don't really like her." I let out a breath that I wasn't aware of holding. "So, you good?" he asks me. "Yeah, I feel much better now," I say. "Hey guys, let's go home," Jason tells us. Oh right, I need to go home! I almost forgot about that. Wow, how could I forget about that?

XoLAGOHxO

As Shane pulls up to my house, I couldn't help but give him a huge bear hug. "Thank you so much for today!" I cheer as I get out. "Oh yeah, that Geometry project," I remind him. "I'll keep everything at my house for safe keeping," he tells me before driving off. That night throughout dinner, I couldn't erase the smile off of my face. I decided to crash early since I wanted to catch up on sleep.

My mind's racing with thoughts as I'm laying on my bed. Nate's going to the dance with Angela, but he apparently didn't like her. Shane was lying to me the whole time about him wanting Angela back. Jason's going to the dance with Nicole. And Shane spent all that money on me today. Wow, it hasn't even been two weeks since school started and it's already been a whirlwind.

A/N - So.. A little bit of drama, I guess. Review and tell me what you think about it! Once again, major thanks to prettygal6 for the dresses and outfits and everything. She's doing Nicole's outfit, too. Fauzul, I hope you're happy. Until next update, goodnight! Or morning, or afternoon. Whatever time it is that you're currently reading this.

Seriously, Shane just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter. Remember, review!! They make me happy!