Hey guys, so this is where all the roles they were assigned in the last chapter kick in. I've done the costumes, so if you're interested you can check them out on my Polyvore, just type in 'areuacat' and it'll come up. So, here's the chapter, enjoy you totally awesome people!

"Right, is that everyone?" Ollie asks, his question answered by unsure nods and thumbs up. She sighs, rolling onto his side and hauling himself up from the couch where he'd been sitting for a good hour and now? Now his butt was numb. "Okay, let's do this. Pierce and Jaia, go to the dance studio and block some good choreography, Jack, West, sit around and look cool,"

"Already on it," Jack says, stretching and folding his arms behind his head with a content sigh, his right leg crossed over the other. Ollie chuckles, some of the stress building up inside of him easing slightly. He exhales deeply and continues.

"Emily, Jenna, go with Cindy and Penny to our dressing room, slash costume area and start putting stuff together," Emily agrees with a nod, trying to avoid eye contact with Jenna.

She won't get Jack, she can't get Jack. Who am I kidding, look at her? She's so pretty. What am I? Some weirdo. She thinks, feeling deflated. Everyone begins to move to their directed stations, Chesney and Ace following Ollie into the kitchen. With a groan, Emily's smile fades and she follows the other girls in the direction of the costume department.

"Oh my god, yes!" Cindy exclaims through fits of laughter, slinging a hot pink feather boa around Ace's neck.

"Why did I agree to this?" Jason asked, shaking his head.

"You didn't, we dragged you down the corridor by your legs..." Emily intergected simply, grinning.

"...Which made your trousers fall down to show you weren't actually wearing any boxers" Cindy pulled a disgusted face, covering her eyes and toppling over the chair behind her, quickly getting to her feet and regaining her composure.

"Thanks for that by the way, that's a well known fact I'm over the moon that you know." Ace replied dryly, shaking his head. Despite his reaction to two fellow eighteen year olds dressing him up in drag, he kinda liked the attention- apart from the whole situation, being made up is kinda creepy. There Ace stood, in a frankenfurter style outfit, looking like a complete plonk with the fishnet tights, the feather boa, the tangled wig. But somehow, it felt kinda good, like he was free, infinite. Like this tiny detail has sort of changed everything, as if he's a new person with a new outlook. Jason watched as the girls giggled, pointing fingers.

"Can I get out of this now? Before the other guys see me?" He sighed, motioning particularly to the cone bra that the two laughing girls fashioned from god knows what.

"Okay, fine, ruin our lives." Emily responded, her tone disappointed even though she was grinning. Jason let out a relieved gasp and began to totter back to the changing room just as the door opened.

"Ace?" Cindy called, and the boy was greeted by the flash of a camera. Jason rolled his eyes, swore under his breath and toppled towards the door, falling and hitting his head on the door. The two girls ran over, helping the boy back to his feet as Ollie, Chesney, Penny and Jenna entered, each letting out an amused sound. Ace turned round, showing his face dripping with make up.

"Really?" Ollie scoffed, his hand on his head as it shook back and forth. Chesney bit her fist, trying to muffle her giggles while Penny pierced her lips together to form a thin line. Jenna howled, crouched as cackles escaped her lips.

"Right, spill. Who did the make up?" Cindy raised as shaking hand, making Ollie quietly murmur 'Oh god' under his breath.

"What? What?" Jenna repeated through fits of laughter, as Penny sauntered over to the trio opposite them, assisting them as they got Ace to his feet. He turned and practically threw himself in the changing room, faintly cursing and banging his hand on the cubicle walls.

"Ace! Living room, but only AFTER you've got that shit off your face," Ollie called, exiting the room with Chesney.

"Come on," Penny ordered gently, grasping Cindy's hand and leading her into the next room, closing the door firmly behind her. Emily sighed and slouched down on a stool, resting her head on her palm. Jenna began sifting through the racks of clothing, catching the items that flew over Ace's cubicle door and hanging them up neatly. Emily just sat and watched, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. No one spoke, they just went on with their activities in silence.

"This would suit you Em, what do you think?" Jenna asked, holding up a purple aztec skirt, squinting. Emily stood up, her feet stomping on the floor.

"Don't 'Em' me," She spat, and Jenna stumbled backwards, shocked by Emily's harsh tone. Usually, the brunette was kind, considerate, perky, but the girl that sat in front of her was bitter, cold, with a hard expression.

"Wow, all you could have said is you didn't like it," Jenna defended, her voice level low. Emily stormed over to the rack the girl was inspecting, and parted the clothes to see her clearly.

"Cut the crap Jenna, you know what this is about." Jenna just glided over to another set of clothes, an array of colourful clothing pieces dangling over her forearm. Ace then awkwardly opened the door, dumping the remaining clothes on a table and zoomed out the door, not wanting to get involved. Once he was gone, Emily continued.

"Actually, I'm clueless. Please, Enlighten me" Emily scrunched her face up, rubbing her two palms over her tense facial features.

"Jack, it's about Jack. You knew I liked him, and yet you rubbed it in my face, flirt with him in front of me, talk about him constantly." Emily's voice softened, as she slumped back into her chair, defeated. Jenna's mouth dropped, and the clothes on her arm fluttered to the floor, leaving a colourful puddle where she previously stood, forming a pile that looked much like Unicorn vomit. Jenna stumbled over to Emily, wanting to comfort her, apologise, do something.

"Don't... touch me" Emily hissed, hand raised. Jenna shrunk back, eyes staring blankly at the floor.

"I-I-I'm sorry," She stuttered, feeling tears form in her eyes. Emily turned her head, not wanting to see Jenna cry, not just because she hated seeing her 'friends' upset, but because she was the trigger of the hurt, and that really stung.

"Well, sometimes sorry doesn't cut it," Emily said, striding over to the door.

"You can have him," Jenna said, her sobs fading. Emily spun round, even though her hand was still on the door handle.

"What?"

"I don't want him, not if this is how it will effect us." But all Emily could do was pull the door open and race down the corridor, vision blurred with guilty tears. And all Jenna could do was sink down to the floor, hug her knees and cry softly.

Pierce rested his arms across the sofa, watching as Jaia danced. She was everything a guy could want: Funny, flirty, hot, talented, clever...hot. Pierce was falling hard for her, which was the last thing he wanted. He was a mess, a hopeless case, and it seemed like forever since he was in a serious relationship. Most girls just saw him as a player, the sort of guy would bang them and break there hearts. But he wasn't like that, not anymore. He was going to be kind, gentle, funny, anything a girl would want. But all he wanted, was her, Jaia. Pierce had never relaly felt like this before, but he had to push it aside, hide it, try to ignore what he truly felt. But somehow-

"Yo, Pierce, you gonna help or not?" Jaia asked, her hand outstretched towards him. Reluctantly, he took it, and stood beside her. Jaia walked him through the simple choreography she'd developed, and he followed, entranced.

"That's pips, and kind of cheesy." He commented, and Jaia turned to face him, eyebrows raised.

"Can you do better?" Pierce nodded, and stepped forward. Jaia sighed, pulling her stars and stripes hotpants down as they'd ridden up. She watched Pierce dance, imagining what it would be like to be close to him, in his arms. He was kind of perfect to her: Funny, reckless, devillish, with a slight arrogance which Jaia sees as confidence, which is always great. But what really interests the blonde is that he's intriguing, kind of mysterious about his own life. And that made him all the more special, more exciting. She stared as he tried to think of something.

"Get up" He ordered, and Jaia automatically stood, her actions taking over. She slinked towards him and took his hand. Pierce pulled the CD player remote from his back pocket and hit the play button, cocking his head at Jaia. He then began to dance with her, spinning her round. They just stared into each others eyes, letting the music do all the talking, before they knew it, the song was coming to an end. They finished with her in a head drop, the pair breathing heavily. Pierce gently got Jaia upright. He brushed a hair out of her face gently and began to lean in towards her, tilting her chin up.

This is everything I've ever dreamed of

Oh my god, is this really happening?

Now their lips were inches away from each other, and just as the tips touched, the door in front of them opened and Jenna entered, mascara staining her cheeks. Jaia broke away and ran over to her, ushering her away into the girls room without a second glance back, leaving Pierce alone again.

"I must warn you, I know NOTHING about make up!" Cindy admitted, as she fumbled through the trays of make up, her expression puzzled. Penny chuckled, straightening down her skirt.

"Surprisingly, I think I gathered that from the whole Ace-slash-Drag-Queen fiasco earlier. It looked pretty awful,"

"Guess it had the desired effect then!" Penny laughed, opening up a little pallet of blusher, rubbing it in circles on her arm.

"Don't worry though, the make-up'll be simple. Jaia, Emily and Jenna will happily do their own and help us do everyone elses. Chesney, you and I will have quite simple, natural look, just foundation, mascara, brown eyeshadow, lipstick and blush, while the boys will just have the facial stuff. It'll all be alright, I'll take care of it." Penny re-assured, and Cindy relaxed slightly, feeling grateful that she was paired with Penny rather than one of the boys or a controlling girl.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Cindy squeaked, touched. Penny nodded,

"Of course, that's what friends are for, right? Come on, let's call it a day and go make some good ol ice creams before dinner." The two girls linked arms and began their journey back to the main campus.

"Milkshakes, huh. You're really obsessed with the whole 50's thing, aren't you?"

"Oh my god, you have no idea."