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The Isadora Diaries:

Bingo:

Thursday, April 5th

"Can you believe that Hector just ordered me to go the dance with him like that? I mean, please! First of all, it's a girls ask guys dance. Second of all, he's way too much of a jerk to spend time with. Ugh, and he wonders why he can't get a date!"

I banged my head on the desk. "Bea!" I moaned. "How can we finish your homework if you don't focus? It's been two hours only we only gone through seven problems!"

Bea rolled her eyes. "I'm doing you a favor, dearie. The longer you're here, the more you get paid. The more you get paid, you less you have to worry about paying the hay money."

"But, Bea," I protested, "I'm getting paid to teach you, not to gossip." I hesitated, "But what you said about Hector was pretty wrong, I mean, who does that?!"

"I know, right!"

I shook my head. Pointing at the next question, I started, "Okay, now we're done talking. What's the first thing you do on number eight—"

"Have you asked Klaus to the dance yet?" she blurted out.

I stopped. I wasn't sure what to tell her. Obviously I was going to tell her the truth, I just didn't know how to word it. She was waiting for an answer, so I just told her the first thing I worded in my head that made sense.

"I'm not going to the dance." I said softly not looking up from the textbook.

Bea laughed. "Yeah, right! Of course you're going to the dance, Isadora. Your mom already knows about it, there's no way you're getting out of it now. So come on, let's hear it. You asked him yet?"

"Bea, you know he's taking Haley," I said quietly, averting my eyes.

"He's taking Haley?!"

Bea was so loud that I jumped and almost knocked over her table lamp. "Yeah Bea, I thought you knew. I mean, everyone knew. You had, like two days to find out and you didn't hear anything?"

"No!" Bea shouted, looking confused and angry at the same time. "Izzy, you know it takes me at least a week to get a hold of what's going on at school."

"Sorry, Bea, but—"

"And how could he take Haley? Haley, of all people! Everyone knows that you two are MFEO, I mean we totally clarified that, like, a month ago!" Bea rambled. "I thought he knew that because he really should! Should I call him and tell him? I have his number right here in my hone, I'm going to call him and give him a piece of mind right now—"

"No, Bea!" I threw my hands over her phone. "Please don't, Bea! If he wants to go with her, then let him go!"

Bea gave me a quizzical expression. "But don't you like Klaus?"

I sighed. "Yes, I do. But maybe going to the dance with her is what he wants and it'll make him happy. I mean, no one forced him to say yes to her. If he wants to go with Haley, then he should."

"Haley and Klaus? Happy? Together?"

I nodded.

She pressed the back of her hand to my forehead.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Checking for a fever because you are talking cra-cra! Do you even hear yourself right now? This is Haley Hines we're talking about here. She's nothing but trouble! She's going to the dance with him! If you don't do something soon, they could start dating, and fall in love, and—"

"They already have," I forced out.

Bea made a face at me. "They've already fallen in love? Man, Haley works fast!"

I let out a little laugh. "No. I said…I think they've already started dating."

"What makes you think that?"

I told her what I had seen the night before when I went outside to take a walk and saw Haley drop off Klaus at his house. When I finished her telling what happened, she just stared at me, her mouth agape.

"Close your mouth, Bea you're letting the bugs in."

She closed her mouth and clasped her hands over it.

"I was kidding Bea.."

"Well, whatever," she said. "I honestly don't believe that Klaus would date Haley. I mean, they're just so different. There must be some other reason why they were together."

"They hugged, Bea," I said, "I think it might've been a date."

Bea waved me off. "Oh please, Haley hugs every guy with a pretty face. That doesn't mean anything."

"But what else could they have been doing?" I asked, secretly hoping she'd have a better idea.

She didn't. She just shrugged and said, "I don't know, but Klaus going on an actual date with Haley just doesn't seem right. He couldn't. He wouldn't."

"What makes you think he wouldn't?" I asked.

"We're cousins, Iz," she said matter-of-factly. "We have a cousin telepathy thing going on. Come on, you should know this! Get it together!"

I shook my head. I love Bea, but her logic is just out of this world. "Right. Telepathic cousins."

Bea nodded enthusiastically. "I know what he ate for breakfast."

I frowned. Was this chick serious? "Bea that's kind of creepy."

She held up her hands in defense. "It's not me! It's the telepathy!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Bea. So number eight—"

Bea groaned. "You're still on that?"

"Bea we have to finish your homework! I want to get paid for actually working!"

"Okay, all right, I'm working." Bea finally picked her pencil for the first time in thirty minutes and began writing down the problem. Much to my dismay she dropped the pencil and began speaking about something that had nothing to do with math. "I know how to make you more money!"

Okay, this I wanted to hear. "How?"

"Every Thursday night, my dad goes to play Bingo with all the seniors at the Community Center—don't ask."

I had been about to ask why he went there, but since she stopped me, I guessed it was better to go along with it.

"Anyway" she continued, "the game lasts two hours and everyone is always complaining about how there's never anything to eat or drink. You and your brothers could make food and drinks and sell it to them!"

"Bea!" I exclaimed. "That's a great idea!"

"I know," she smiled. "I'm kind of a genius."

"But what could we—" I stopped myself. "We'll talk more about that later. Right now we focus on your math."

Bea groaned.

The next morning (which was this morning), Quigley, Duncan, and I went to Bea's house to talk about what we could sell at the Bingo game tonight. Duncan didn't really want to go because he wanted to plan the party some more, but we'd need all the help we could get for this Bingo assignment.

Bea was still asleep when we got to her house, which isn't really a surprise, so her dad answered the door. He let me go to her room to wake her up, which was harder than usual. I had to drag her off the bed by her ankles before she gain some sort of consciousness.

"Come on, Bea, we need to work on ideas for the Bingo game tonight."

"Mmmm…" she moaned grabbing her pillow and stuffing her face in it.

I sighed. There was only one way to get this girl up for real. "Duncan's here."

She was on her feet immediately shoving me out the door. "I need to get ready, get out! I'll be right there; don't let him go anywhere!" The door slammed behind me. I couldn't help laughing. She was bugging me about taking Klaus to the dance the day before but I bet she hadn't said a word about the dance to Duncan.

It didn't take long for Bea to get ready and meet the three of us in the living room. "Hey, boys," she said, blushing a little bit when she looked at Duncan and he gestured for her to sit next to him. I almost laughed out loud at the thought of Bea having a freak attack inside and Duncan didn't even have a clue. I wish they'd just date already!

Interrupting my moment of shipping Quigley said, "So have any of you got any idea of what we could sell and how we're going to get it?"

"Brownies!" Bea suggested excitedly.

"No!" I shouted on instinct. "I've had enough brownies to last me a lifetime."

"Well, what's something cheap and simple?" Quigley asked.

"Burritos!" Duncan answered excitedly.

"No," I deadpanned. "None of us know how to make burritos. And serving the processed ones as one of our own is just a crime."

"Is it really?" Quigley whispered, but I hushed him, hoping he'd just agree and move on.

He did.

"Why don't you look on the internet?" Mr. Snicket, who'd been randomly walking by ask as if it was the most obvious thing to do. Which it was so I felt pretty stupid for not thinking about it first, considering that I'm on the internet all the time.

We all thought that was a good idea, so we crowded around the computer as Bea did a search for cheap and easy ideas. There were lots good things listed, and we eventually chose deviled eggs, garlic bread, sandwiches, and cookies. Now we were at the hard part—figuring out how we would be able to get ahold of everything we'd need to make the food.

"Do I have to think of everything?" Mr. Snicket who'd been randomly walking by again, asked with a sigh. "There are five dozen eggs downstairs, three loaves of bread, lettuce, tomatoes, ham, and mustard. I can go buy you stuff at the store. Honestly, don't you kids know how to just ask?"

Well, I do now. Mr. Snicket has everything.

We got to work with the deviled eggs while Mr. Snicket went to buy the things we needed. It was kind of complicated because Duncan was having a hard time peeling the shells off the boiled eggs.

"Am I doing this right?" He asked he banged an egg on the side of the counter until it exploded into pieces. "Never mind."

Quigley found his inner child and started throwing mustard in Bea's hair.

"Quigley, you're awful!"

"You have goop in your hair!"

And I was stuck trying to get them not to act like little kids and try to get the job done.

"Guys! Can we focus please?" I shouted.

"Honestly, Isadora," Mr. Snicket, who had been casually walking by at that moment, stated, "just offer them something they can't resist and they'll start working. Something like…gum. Teenagers like gum."

I shrugged. Mr. Snicket was a people person, so I offered them all a pack of gum if we could get done. It actually worked! There were some mistakes and Mr. Snicket had to fix a lot of things (I think he did almost all of the work), but we got done with the eggs and the bread. But I think that idea kind of backfired because I didn't have any money to buy them gum with. I really need to start thinking things through. I hoped they'd take a rain check on their gum.

Bea and I were making the sandwiches when she caught me off guard with a question I wasn't sure she'd ask. "Should I ask Duncan to the dance?"

I wasn't sure how to respond. Of course I thought she should ask Duncan to the dance! They had massive crushes on each other anyway, and I've been shipping them like crazy for a while. It was only a matter of time before something bad happened. Like, I could have exploded with impatience and just shove them in another closet together.

"Well, what do you think?!" I exasperated.

"I don't know, Iz, that's why I'm asking you," she said flatly.

"No, I—" I shook my head. It was no use explaining what I meant, so I just said, "Yes Bea. Ask him today! It's about time!"

"Do you really think I should?"

I gave her a 'don't question me, I've been waiting too long for this' look.

"All right," she said, looking kind of pale all of a sudden. "I'm going to it. I'm going to ask him!"

"Go for it!" I said, hoping I was being supportive. "Ask him right now."

She nodded, and I swear that she looked like she was about to be sick. "Yeah, I will…actually maybe later, I don't think I can do it right now."

"Come on, Bea," I said. "Just think. If you don't do it now, then when?"

"Later," she answered promptly.

"Okay." I decided to try a different approach. "So later as in after Kaley does?"

Immediately, Isadora turned and called across the kitchen, "Hey, Duncan, can I talk to you outside for a second."

He looked a bit surprised for a second, but he agreed and left the kitchen with her.

Quigley turned away from making the cookies to ask me, "What does she need him for?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"Okay, you know something." Quigley pointed a finger at me. "Spit it out, or you get mustard in your hair."

"Do it and you don't get any gum," I threatened.

Quigley narrowed his eyes at me. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

He groaned. "I want to know what they're talking about!"

"You'll find out later, don't worry about it." I turned back to the sandwiches.

"But I'm worrying about it now!" he whined.

"Well stop."

"I can't stop."

"Yes, you can," I argued.

"I won't stop."

I froze. "Quigley. I swear to Pocahontas if you start singing that song—"

Of course he started singing a song I don't like at the top of his lungs. Of course. "Can't you see it's we who own the night?! Can't you see it's we—"

I turned on him and began fighting him, trying to cover his mouth with my hands. Somehow, I ended up on his back with my arms wrapped around his face. He was reaching behind him grabbing at my sleeve and threatening to drop me on the floor.

We must have really been a sight when Bea and Duncan walked into the kitchen. Quigley let go of my sleeve and I jumped off his back trying to act like we weren't fighting.

"Someone around here's fighting," I said acting innocent. "You should probably figure out who it is." And I turned back to the sandwiches.

Duncan scoffed. "You two can't be alone without fighting for two minutes."

"It's not my fault," Quigley mumbled.

"Yes it is!" I argued. "You start singing songs I can't stand!"

"Hey!" Mr. Snicket had been randomly walking by again this time with a fire extinguisher. "No fighting! I spray you!"

That scared us enough to get back to work.

I turned to Bea who was paying strict attention to the sandwich she was working on and her face was as red as a cherry popsicle.

"So," I said to her. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

She shrugged. "I don't know…"

I suddenly got this awful feeling in my gut. "Did he say no?" I asked sympathetically.

She shook her head. "I didn't say that."

"So he said yes?" I asked excitedly.

"I didn't say that either."

"Are you serious," I asked, getting frustrated. "First the time with the closet now this? I didn't even force anything this time, though. Why can't I know?"

Without looking up at me, she said, "Don't worry, you'll find out."

I noticed a slight smile playing on her lips, and I figured out what the answer on my own.

The Bingo game started at seven at night, and we had miraculously finished in time to take the food to the community center. When we got there I started worrying about where we were going to put the food. Luckily, Mr. Snicket called ahead of time to tell the center what we were doing and to ask if they were okay with it. Surprisingly they were. They even put out tables for us, which I thought was too nice.

I was shocked to see how many people actually showed up to play Bingo that night. There was at least fifty people, but to more accurate range, there was probably between seventy and eighty people there. I hoped we'd made enough food for everyone.

Once everyone learned we were selling food, they immediately started crowding at our table. We were all working hard and fast to collect money and give people their food. I swear, I was about to pass out after being on my feet all day and then having to do that. So getting to sit down as the line got significantly shorter was a brilliant relief. Bea came to next to me.

"Soo," she dragged out the word, "I came up with this great idea!"

"Great idea for what?" I asked.

"For you and Klaus silly!"

I lowered my gaze, feeling uncomfortable. "We talked about this, Bea."

"Not enough," she fought. "Now listen. You want to know if Klaus likes you at all. Right?"

"Bea, I—"

"Stop!" She held up her hand to stop me. "Just answer. Yes or no?"

I nodded.

"Then you need to bring a date to the dance."

"Excuse me?" I didn't really see where she was going with this idea of hers. It was kind of scaring me, but I was intrigued at the same time.

"You need to take a date to the dance," she said excitedly. "If Klaus starts acting weird and like he's in a bad mood, then he's jealous! And if he's jealous, then that means he likes you!"

"That's crazy, Bea," I shook my head.

"So crazy, it just might work!" she squealed.

"I'm not doing it, Bea. Who would I ask anyway?"

She shrugged. "I can't come up everything. I think you should do it. You should try to get at least some sort of reaction from Klaus. Can you at least think about it?"

I thought for a moment. It wasn't a bad idea, but it felt kind of wrong. If I asked a guy at school to go with me, I would feel like I was using him, which was basically what Bea had said to do. But if I go through with it, I might get some sort of reaction from Klaus, like Bea said.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll think about it."

And I definitely did.

3,105

"We all forget to sleep
And crash at someone's feet
Everybody skips a beat
We let the chances pass
The few we held so fast
Everybody breaks a glass..."

~ Everybody Breaks A Glass by Lights ft. Shad and Holy F*** (I don't like typing the 'f' word...but it really is a good song. :) And there aren't any cuss words in it. :))

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