Day two prompt is Out of time:

They're at the W's, she thought as names were being read, mentally doing the math. Only twenty more minutes left and then no more High School. No more dealing with these yahoos in the hallways anymore, no more begging for grades rightfully deserved because the teacher has a chip on their shoulder, no more…

A kick at the back of her chair brought her out of her musings. Turning around, she fixed a glare at the person behind her. Arnold returned her stare, not blinking until she could bare it no longer and turned back around.

The school had an odd way of lining up the students for graduation. Two separate sections of seats but they still went in alphabetical order. Which meant that somehow…because the fates loved a good joke, Arnold Shortman was seated right behind her.

Fifteen more minutes left. Fifteen more minutes until I can get out of this gown and get the hell out of Hillwood and this ceremony. It's not like my parent's showed up, or could be bothered to show up. And yet…she sighed. Oh Arnold, only fifteen more minutes before I no longer have a reason to see you every day. No more taking the long way to my classes for a change to glimpse your flaxen hair, no more eating lunch in the Commons with Phoebe just so I can be in your presence. I fear out time is short, my love. The fates conspired to give me just a little more time in your presence, close to you without ever being close. Am I destined to leave this place without ever telling you how I feel? I'm leaving next week and I fear I shall never see you again. Shall I leave this place without ever telling you how I feel? Oh cruel fate.

"You never RSVP'd for my Graduation Party, Pataki." Arnold's voice was quiet, his mouth close to her ear. She could feel her hair swaying from his breath. Her nails bit into the palms of her hands.

"Sit back Shortman," she hissed. "You're going to get us in trouble."

"Not until you say you're coming to the party." He was so close. All she had to do was turn her head. "I need to talk to you."

"We're talking now…until you get us in trouble."

"What are they going to do? We already have our diplomas."

"I hate you so much."

Young. Yves, Zimmerman…

"Be spontaneous Pataki. Live a little. Say yes."

Be spontaneous? If I only could, my love. If only I could let go of my fear, and just reveal myself to you.

Hands slid over her shoulders and her breath hitched.

"Time's running out. All you have to do is say yes. Come on, Helga, you know you're going to show up anyway, just say yes."

Zinzer, Zoffard, Zuul

I'm leaving next week. Five more minutes. He's right, our time is running out. Soon, you will be only a distant memory. Can I truly bear not knowing what could have been because I was too frightened?

Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Hillwood High School's Class of 2011!

"Helga…"

Her classmates stood up, throwing their caps in the air. She felt Arnold's hands leave her shoulders as he stood up and the sudden sharp pain of fear spurred her on. She stood up and spun around. Arnold hand his cap in his hand, ready to throw it up. Kicking her folding chair out of the way, she reached out and grabbed the lapels of his graduations gown and jerked him towards her. His grip tightened on his cap as he stumbled toward her. Their lips met somewhere over her overturned folding chair and around her, their classmates went from cheering their recent graduation to cheering and whistling the two of them on as Arnold's arms came around her, the corner of his cap digging into her side but she didn't care. He was kissing her back, stepping into the kiss, closer to her.

When they broke apart, because she had forgotten to breathe and was getting dizzy, Arnold just looked at her, his arms not moving from where they were wrapped around her waist. His eyes lowered to hers and a small half smile slid across his face.

"It's about damn time."