Homecoming Dance (Closing July 5th)

[Aidan Steele]

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Aidan had been waiting for a little while, though not really minding the wait all that much, when he noticed Mandy walking toward the gym entrance, a small grin appearing on his face as he saw her. She looked pretty, especially her hair - well, he was a sucker for red hair so that wasn't hard, but the curls framing her face looked really good. The dress didn't show much skin, but it did look very good on her. The way it followed the curves of her body without actually clinging to them was actually better looking than a lot of the tight fit dresses he'd seen tonight already. And well, he had expected her to wear this kind of dress. He really hadn't thought Mandy would be the kind of girl to show up with a short dress that had a lot of cleavage, it just didn't seem to match her personality at all. If he was completely honest, had anyone else he'd dated before showed up with this kind of a dress, he'd probably have been utterly disappointed. He was a guy after all and he enjoyed looking at a girl's body more closely. But there was no trace of disappointement or anything of the sort in him at this moment. She looked really great and that was it.

He couldn't help but chuckle lightly when she bumped into someone, obviously because she'd been looking down at her feet - he wondered if that was because she wasn't used to walking with heels, which wouldn't be very surprising now that he thought of it. His grin widened slightly as he noticed the blush on her cheeks - really, it was weird, but he loved to see her blush. If he'd let out some slightly more mature thoughts in his head, he'd have admitted that he actually hoped to see that blush again many many times, but for a much different reason. But he was trying very hard to avoid those kind of thoughts when it came to her, because he figured they would only rise his hopes for nothing. He highly doubted she was the kind of girl to do anything of that sort, though she hadn't actually said she didn't believe in sex before marriage, but still, he guessed it might not be far from the truth still. Of course, he wouldn't necessarily be all that innocent if anything lead the two of them to dating or something similar, but he wouldn't push her either - he never pushed girls. "Hey Mandy," he said with a light grin as she finally arrived next to him. "You look really great," he told her, hesitating a second before lightly brushing a strand of hair from her face. "So, ready to go in?" he asked.

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[Cassandra Graham]

Cassandra wasn't necessarily one to care very much about being on time or not. She always figured that if her date was glad enough about going out with her, then they wouldn't be upset about her lateness. And then, on top of that, she was the kind of girl who liked being wanted. Though it wasn't necessarily a very important kind of want, being waited for still somewhat entered that category and so she always managed to be at least a few minutes late to any kind of event or date she went to with a boy. And tonight especially, she most definitely wasn't worried about it - from what she'd learned of Joel during their last encounter, he seemed to be an overly nice guy who hardly ever got upset at anyone. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he'd get annoyed for waiting, but oh well, it wasn't as though there was anything serious going on between the two of them. She was just glad she wouldn't be stuck spending the evening alone, bored out of her mind, while everybody else danced and had some sort of fun. Well, at least, that's what it seemed like. Fun. Woohoo.

Her main goal tonight was to avoid her brother. Andrew wasn't really one to make a scene or control her or anything, but he still was a slightly overprotective brother, and though her date would most likely not bother him at all, she knew her dress would most definitely. It wasn't necessarily that it was so short - though it was - or that there was much of a cleavage - though there was - but as though that wasn't enough already, the dress had a slit on both sides that went practically all the way up her thighs, and though it was actually made of lace, it was still pretty much see through. Cass didn't care, obviously - why should she? She had no problems with her body, she wasn't ashamed of it, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with showing it off a little. Besides, the dress was really cute, and she wanted to be stylish. It was the first dance she went to that wasn't a formal event related to family or private school, and she planned on trying to enjoy it. As she made her way to the gym of the school, she glanced down at the small silver watch she wore, seeing that she was indeed late, but not too much anyway. When she saw Joel, she walked up to him with a hint of a smile on her face. "Sorry I'm late," she said, though she didn't really sound all that sorry. "Did you wait very long?"

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[Marley Crane]

Marley raised an eyebrow and did a pose when Andrew said she didn't look half bad. He then said that she looked stunning and she smirked, thinking, That's what I thought. and she laughed at that thought. She tilted her head to the side when he began saying somthing about the guys watching her and whatnot and she blushed. She nodded when he said that he was glad that she was there with him. Honestly, she was ecstatic that she was there with him. I mean, she wasn't a big 'dance' person, but dance or not, she was glad that she was with him. Truth be told, she was even pretty happy that she was at the dance. Normally she would hate buying a dress for one occasion where she wouldn't have any fun at all and it would be an awkward day, but she knew that since she wasn't feeling nervous at the moment, it was going to get even better later on. As she was thinking, she noticed that he was looking down at her shoes and he said that he loved them. She smirked and looked down at them as well. Yeah, she loved them too. She moved around in them a bit and then looked up to see him holding out his arm for her to take and then asked if they should go into the dance or if they should ditch it and do something more interesting. She laughed at his facial expressions and then looked towards the dance.

After a few seconds, she moved closer to him, making it so her body was against his and she pressed her lips to his, kissing him soft and deep. After a few seconds, she pulled back and whispered in his ear, "Maybe later." and then she pulled away, giggling softly. She moved his arm back up to his original pose and then she took it, nodding towards the dance and she began walking. As they walked, she just looked at everyone that was making their way in. A lot of them looked amazing and she smiled as she watched them. She was usually a people watcher, so thats what she would probably be doing. Well, except the fact that she was with Andrew, who looked amazing and was there with her. She bit her lip and looked up at him. Even in her heels, she still wasn't as tall as him. She had to admit, she loved that. As she looked back in front of them, she saw a guy that she recognized from her math class checking out her shoes and then moving up to her legs. Yeah, that's another thing she hated about only wearing dresses once in a blue moon. The guys who saw you day in and day out finally noticed how she looked under her faded blue jeans and it was always awkward. She fidgeted slightly as they made it into the gym and raised her eyebrows, actually surprised that it looked nice. Finally she dropped her arm down and turned to face him. "So," she started, smirking, "what now?" she asked, looking around and waiting for his reply.

[Noah Kay]

Noah was regretting his decision to go to the dance and was contemplating just calling Alexis and telling her that he wasn't going to bother coming. Then he realised that that was a little mean. Ok, a lot mean. He couldn't just bail out on her. Or could he? They were just going as friends, it wasn't like it meant anything. And what was he going to do there? He didn't dance. He barely spoke to very many people. It was a pretty hopeless case... After a brief internal struggle he had eventually made the decision that he would go, but only so that Alexis wouldn't feel let down. If he hated it that much he could find some excuse to leave early. Come to think of it, his throat was feeling a bit scratchy...

Having never been to one of these dances before Noah had no idea what he was supposed to be wearing. Maybe he should have taken up Alexis's offer of help. And his roommate Ian had said he wasn't going either so couldn't offer much assisstance. He'd bought a formal jacket to wear but nothing to wear with it. In the end he'd chosen some black jeans and a simple white shirt. But shoes, he had no smart shoes and hadn't thought to buy them. Instead he'd had to make do with what he had - he picked out his least battered black pair of converse. Looking at himself in the mirror he scruntinised his reflection - he didn't look like he was going to a school dance. Except for the jacket. Oh well, it would have to do...

As he approached the gym where the dance was being held he regretted his decision even more. People were really dressed up! They were even wearing ties! He didn't own a tie... Taking a deep breath he walked inside - trying to ignore everyone else around him. He'd just find Alexis and then sit down somewhere and wish for the whole thing to be over. He glanced around the crowded gym and was a little shocked...he hadn't expected this many people to be here already. Was he late? Spotting Alexis on a table with two people he walked over. As he drew nearer he saw that it was Taylor and Milo - he didn't really know them at all. Maybe they were Alexis's friends? He walked over to them and sat down next to Alexis, "Hey," he said, nodding and Milo and Taylor. Then, turning to Alexis he muttered "I can not believe you made me come to this..."

[Maxwell Taylor]

It wasn't like Maxwell had never been to a dance before. He had. In fact, he has been to every single one that his school has thrown before. Well, all of the ones that he's been there for. He likes them...for the most part. But it isn't like he get totally gets into them. He is a guy, after all. It didn't matter to him if he had the perfect date, the perfect shoes, the perfect outfit, whatever. Well, not all of this was 100% true. He did think that he had the perfect date. He thought about this as he walked toward the gym. Evie. She had been one of his best friends for a long time. He guessed since the end of their freshman year. She was a nice girl...but so into her studies! That was one of the reason that Maxwell just could not bring himself to make her anymore. Right? He just didn't know right now. For tonight, they'd be best friends who just happened to be going to the Homecoming together. A lot of people did that, didn't they? This, he was not too sure of. He didn't even know of a lot of people that were even dating yet at GPA. He knew a lot of who liked whom, but not really if anyone was dating. He wasn't too big on all that gossip, anyways. It just wasn't something he ever cared about.

Maxwell walked up to the gym, and was rather surprised to see the number of people that were already there. He wasn't early or anything (he was indeed fifteen minutes or so late!) but still..all these people? He didn't even know that juniors and seniors still came. But, they seemed to be the main group of people there. He saw a few freshman...were they freshman? They seemed short enough to be. Therefore, to him they were. He gave everyone a little nod, and walked into the gym. Where was Evie? He didn't see her. He looked around a little more. The gym was really really big...so he had a reason...sort of. After glancing around for a few minutes, he saw her. She looked beautiful in her black dress. He was glad that she wore black. It meant that he could wear any color that he wanted because then he would match her.

Max walked up behind Evie, and covered up her eyes with his hands. "Boo!" He said, and chuckled. It was really funny to look at them. Max was a tiny bit over 6'0", and tonight Evie was about 5'3"...maybe just a little bit taller. If she was, it was not by much. Maxwell didn't care about height, though. It really did mean nothing. He will admit that he likes being taller, though. "Evie, you look beautiful tonight." He took his hands off her eyes, and laughed again. "I hope you don't mind that I'm a little late..." He looked over at the clock, and sighed. "But I couldn't find my other shoe."

[Holly Hale]

She looked around and saw that there were quite a few people gathered and already dancing, she smiled slightly and slipped off her shoes, putting them under a nearby table then grinning slightly at Addie. "They weren't going to be very comfortable to dance in," she told her with a shrug. Plus on top of that they didn't have any straps to keep her feet in and there was probably a good chance that she could fall out of her shoes, which would be an experience she wasn't looking forward to, it was best just to cover the bases before they where put into play. That was the easiest way to look at things for her anyway, just because she didn't really care what people thought didn't mean that she wanted to set herself up to do something that would be viewed as embarrassing. Besides, it would help to even out the height a bit more, even though Addie was wearing some heels, which she was guessing would probably end up near hers before the night was over. Whoever invented high heel shoes obviously never had to dance in them or else they wouldn't have made them hurt feet so much.

She danced the rest of a fast song with Addie and she smiled slightly as a slow song came on, wrapping her arms around Addie's neck. She giggled slightly as she saw Milo was leading Taylor onto the dance floor. "Look at that Addie he's all dressed up and leading a pretty girl off to the dance floor," she sniffled slightly in mock sadness. She actually thought that it was great that he seemed to actually like someone more than he'd liked anyone before and that he actually seemed devoted to this girl. It was sweet of him and she really did hope that things worked out between the two of them though honestly, she was more worried for Taylor than she was for Milo. He was more likely to hurt her than she was to ever hurt him. She didn't know much about the girl, but from what she did know, she was a really sweet and kind girl, someone that would probably be easily hurt by her friend if she let him into her life. She just hoped that Milo wouldn't do anything stupid to hurt her.

[Milo Parker]

He couldn't help the grin that crossed his features when she agreed to dance with him, and he couldn't actually believe how much relief that he felt because she'd said yes. It really made him realize how nervous he'd been... this was not good, not good at all. He just hoped that all the nonsense would stop soon, because it was driving him up the wall. It was all crazy talk the way that things were going. He couldn't believe it. But he guessed that he'd just have to not think about that right now, because he was going to get to dance with her. And at the very least that was something to be excited about, because she was actually giving him a chance, though Addie had told him that she would he hadn't been too sure - another sign that things weren't right. He gave a small nod to who he assumed had to be Noah, as he approached the table as a sign of recognition before he stood up next to Taylor and took her hand in his own, heading out to the dance floor with her, a small grin crossing his features as a slow song started.

It was a little known fact, or actually an unknown fact to everyone - including Addie - that he could dance. His mother had began teaching him at the age of eight and he knew most of the more basic dances, still to this day. After all three years of lessons couldn't just be erased even after spending seven years ingnoring dances when they came along. He wasn't sure that he was going to remember them actually, but found that he was able to do a few simple steps within his room the other night. So he wasn't that worried about it. "So Taylor," he said, moving one of his hands down to her waist, pulling her a little closer, but not extremely closer. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say, but he figured that starting it with that phrase would allow him to turn the conversation any way that he'd like. First. there just had to be a way to turn it. "You look great." Wow, that was lame and he was repeating himself a little.

[Elijah Emerson]

Elijah walked quickly down the halls of the girl’s dormitories. Oddly enough, he was highly nervous, though his appearance showed no signs of the anxiety he was feeling, He searched the numbers, looking from door to door for room number 154. Roxanne’s room. School dances weren’t really his idea of fun. Usually they had sucky DJ’s and major clothed sex that creates this pungent air of sweat that you can’t help but be engulfed by. Don’t get him wrong, Elijah loved to grind, just not until the point where he was sweating like a pig and being splashed with other people’s sweat. He shuddered as he thought of it. He did not care for getting drowned in dirty high school sweat. Unless it was his own. Then he didn’t mind. Grinning he looked up at the doors, noticing he’d passed the damn number he was supposed to find and he backtracked, walking backwards reading out the numbers. “160….159….158…157…156…155….154.” he said, looking up at the number with a sly smirk on his face. He wondered briefly if Rox would let him in or make him stand outside. Chuckling he put his fist up to the door and knocked.

He waited patiently, bouncing on the toes of his feet, corsage and rose hidden behind his bold frame as he waited for her to open the door. He imagined her, how beautiful she looked at that moment, how pretty she must be. Her hair, her dress....err…..her….whatever else girls did for school dances. And especially because it was Roxanne with her amazing sense of style. He wondered if her dress would be a bit conservative and he frowned, looking off down the hall as he thought about it. He pouted like a small puppy, crossing his arms over his chest and the behind his back again, fidgeting with his nervous state. Well it was homecoming, he at least wanted to see a bit more skin then he saw on a regular basis. Not that he would complain aloud, just inwardly, and loudly. He smiled as he heard the turning of the knob, and he turned his head, mouth falling open as he got a good look at her. He was right, she did look gorgeous…and he…well…he didn’t know what he was feeling, but…it was something amazing. His eyes scanned her body, a sly smirk gracing his face when he finished ogling like a slow person.

“Mmm, all this for me?” he asked, nodding in approval. “Well here ya go.” He said handing her the rose and removing the corsage from its casing. Grabbing her hand softly, and subconsciously running his thumb over her fingers, he slipped the corsage carefully…almost delicately over her hand and smiled up at her, resisting the urge to slip his fingers through her own. “You look very lovely.” He said, adjusting his tie which matched the color of her dress. Funny how that worked out, he hadn’t even asked the color of her dress. His red dress shirt was tucked nicely in his pinstriped pants, the chain that hung over is pocket, silent against his leg.

“Shall we?” he asked nodding his head down the hall.

[Andrew Preston]

He chuckled a bit when he saw her smirk after he'd said she looked stunning, rolling his eyes playfully at her. "Don't get too cocky though," he told her teasingly, smirking lightly himself as she blushed - he was finding that he liked to see her blush quite a lot. It might be the fact that, in his eyes, there was something not so innocent about the whole blushing thing, but also she did really look cute whenever she blushed. Well okay, so she looked cute all the time - more than cute, pretty much beautiful. Andrew didn't quite... well, not that he didn't care about a girl's appearance - he did, but at the same time, it was more of a few criterias he had which a girl had to be in order for him to find her attractive. A few things like... she had to be fit, she had to look like a girl, he also prefered them a bit shorter than he was, and well, all the right parts had to be in the right place. There were a few more things he actually prefered in a girl but that didn't affect his chosing them as dates or hook ups, like darker hair and eyes, soft looking lips, the hands were also big favorites of his, but still, those thing he didn't care if they had or not, and so he could never really call a girl really beautiful even if he was dating them, cause they weren't in his mind. Pretty, yes. Hot, definitely. But beautiful? Rarely.

Marley though, she was, and what was more is that it wasn't necessarily the part of her that attracted him most, her appearance. Of course it did, a lot, which was proven by his many thoughts, but he loved her personality. And that was weird. His thoughts were then soon interupted as her lips were pressed to his, grinning lightly into the kiss as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her slightly closer to him while his other hand travelled up to her cheek, deepening the kiss a little and nearly growling when she pulled away, merely looking at her with disappointement written all over his face. He sighed and held up her arm like she wanted him to, smiling a bit when she took it and walking along with her inside the school and then to the gym. He didn't really recognize a lot of people that he usually saw - he didn't necessarily talk with younger students, and he didn't care about most others. Of course, he'd seen them before but they'd never talked enough for him to actually acknowledge them. Right now he didn't really care though. He was with her and that was good enough for him. He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow when she asked him now what, smirking a bit. "Well, from what I've heard, dancing is usually a pretty popular option during school dances," he said, teasing her. "I might have been wrongly informed, though." He grinned and took her hand in his, leading her to the spot where all the other students were gathered to dance as a slow song started, taking care not to notice anybody. He didn't want to see someone he hated and get in a bad mood or into a fight.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addison giggled a bit when Holly took her shoes off, figuring she might do the same a bit later, but she actually loved her shoes and they were actually pretty comfortable all things considered, especially seeing what she'd actually expected high heels shoes to feel like. And then, there was also the fact that she'd hadn't really gotten them for a very cheap price and though she planned on wearing them again, several times, she still intended to get her money's worth out of them. She'd almost chocked when she'd seen the price tag on them, which she was pretty sure Holly had found pretty funny, but she'd still bought them cause they were the only silver shoes in the place and they looked great. And well, she was pretty much a shoe whore so that didn't help either. Most people didn't really expect that from her, but she had really a lot of shoes, especially back at home, most of which she didn't even really wear. She had about four pair of converses and a whole bunch of slip on shoes. And she'd just bought her very first pair of heels, though at this point, probably not the last. Besides, now that Holly had taken hers off, it made the height difference between them really easier. There was about two inches left between the two of them and she thought that was reasonable.

Addie grinned lightly when the slow song started, wrapping her own arms around Holly's waist as the taller girl wrapped hers around her shoulders, lightly stroking her back as they danced and chuckling a bit when she glanced at Milo bringing Taylor near them, dancing with her as well. She was glad for him, because she figured it meant she'd forgiven him, and though she hadn't doubted he ever would, that was a good thing. No matter how freaked out Milo might be on account of his feelings, she knew deep down inside him, he didn't want to let go of that girl just yet. The way he'd talked to her about the dancer was a pretty obvious sign of his strong attraction to her, and she also knew it wasn't only physical. Having Milo want to actually listen to what a girl had to say was... well, something. She sniffled along with Holly as she looked at them, nodding slightly. "Our baby is all grown up now," she said with an exagerated sigh. "They're so cute together," she then added, though there was some seriousness in that.

[Taylor Smith]

Taylor was actually glad to see the grin on Milo's face after she accepted to dance with him, figuring that was a good sign since it probably meant he was happy she'd said yes. And well, though the opposite wouldn't have been really logical seeing as he'd been the one to ask her, she figured it was still a good sign. Well, she wasn't really the best of judges when it came to that - giving out sign, figuring them out, noticing them... all in all, she pretty much sucked at it. She could still remember in middle school, she'd had a bit of a crush on a guy in her class, but hadn't noticed at all that he did too, though then again, she probably wouldn't have done much even if she had. Still, she'd only found out that he'd sent her a lot of signs which she hadn't seen during a while before turning to another girl, and when she'd actually learnt it, she'd been angry at herself because she hadn't taken a risk and told him she liked him, scared of being turned down when she actually wouldn't have been. She wished she could say she'd learned from that lesson, but it was obvious she hadn't.

She bit down on her bottom lip when she noticed that a slow song was starting as she and Milo got to the dance floor, hesitating a second before wrapping her arms around his neck, trying not to be too close at the same time because she didn't know how her body would react to such closeness and she didn't want to find out with a room full of people. She was pleasantly surprised to see that Milo actually knew how to dance, and though he wasn't an expert, she at least definitely wouldn't have to worry about him stepping on her feet - that was usually a big mood killer. She tried to keep looking at him, but most of her times her eyes moved with a mind of their own, looking around instead - she was intimidated by him, and looking straight into his eyes wasn't of any help. Once he started talking however, she forced herself to look up at him, feeling his arm pulling her slightly closer to him as she kept herself from biting on her bottom lip, blushing deeply when he said she looked nice. So he'd said something similar before, but she still had the same reaction to it. "Thank you," she said a bit shyly. "You look very nice too. I wasn't actually expecting you to get so dressed up," she admitted.

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[Roxanne Emerson]

Roxanne had spent most of her day getting ready for the dance, which when you knew her well wasn't overly surprising. She did like looking nice and doing all the work in order to do so a lot, it was like any kind of activity for her, she enjoyed it. It was always fun to see how different you looked before and after, though thankfully enough she didn't take pictures of it... well, not all of the time anyway. She was glad though that her first real school dance was here and not in some high school near her home, cause then her mother would have insisted on taking hundreds of pictures and her father would have tried to intimidate the guy, talking about things he wasn't allowed to do to his daughter, curfew, all that stuff. She did miss her parents and siblings a lot, and it was a bit hard to get used to this whole new environment, but she figured she was adjusting pretty well, and well, having met Elijah seemed to be making it even better already. He wasn't necessarily the kind of person she usually appreciated hanging out with, but for some reason, she enjoyed being with him. She highly doubted her parents would have approved of him, but... they weren't here anyway.

When Elijah knocked on the door, she was just finishing up her makeup after spending about two hours in the bathroom, taking care of her hair - which, after a lot of different stylings and tries, she'd decided to let down after all. She'd taken great care to straighten it, spending a lot of time to make sure it was absolutely perfect - because she couldn't look just alright for her first dance, especially not considering she had a date. Then, as she'd started applying her makeup, she'd gotten a bit more nervous - though it didn't show in the overall look of her face, her eyeliner line maybe a bit more shaky than usual but nothing very obvious. She wore a slightly darker shade of eyeshadow which wasn't a neutral tone, instead she'd chosen a pale pink, knowing that it was a color that went well with brown eyes. She made sure to know about every single tip she could ever need for makeup appliance though she might never actually need them. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the door and opened it, smiling at Elijah as she saw him on the other side of the door.

She blushed deeply as he checked her out, feeling she should have been offended by it - she normally would have been, had it been anyone else - but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to it. She was actually glad about it, glad to know he found her attractive. She was shocked to see that he'd actually brought her a corsage and a flower, smiling shyly as he slipped it on her wrist, feeling goosebumps where his fingers touched her skin but deciding to ignore it. "Thank you, it's so beautiful," she said with a smile, looking back up at him. "I should put that away in some water so that it doesn't fade too fast. I'll be right back," she added, taking care of the rose as fast as she could and coming back to the door, walking out of the room and closing the door behind her, blushing a bit more when he said she looked lovely. "I'm glad you think so. You look very nice too," she said, restraining herself from biting her bottom lip so that she wouldn't mess up her lipstick as she found herself looking up and down his body also, blushing when she realized what she was doing.

She nodded with a smile when he suggested they headed to the dance, starting to walk down the hall with him. "I'm glad you asked me to go with you," she told him, not really knowing what to say, for once in her life not really enjoying the silence between them.

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[Mandy Steele]

She smiled slightly when he told her that she looked great and managed to try and retain a blush, which worked a bit because only a light shade of pink crossed her cheeks at this point. She still wasn't used to dealing with boys so she was trying her best just to act like she wasn't that inexperienced, though it was pretty obvious that she was. "Thanks you look good, too," she said before she felt him brush a strand of hair that had fallen into her face away. She felt a bit tingly where his hand had touched her face, it wasn't a bad tingle, but a pleasant one which she liked from the contact. She wondered if things like that always happened or it was just something that was weird with her. The feeling that she had no clue what she was supposed to be doing or feeling or anything wasn't something that was sitting well with her, it was making her uneasy and worried about what she was going to say or do next. But she figured that answering his question would probably be a good start considering that she'd been standing there like an idiot for the last few minutes not really answering him. Great, now she was going to look stupid on top of it all.

"Uh- yeah sure I'm ready," she said with a nod. She began to walk when he did, heading toward the gym with him. She looked around at the other people outside, the close-by doors, the building itself, anywhere but him. She felt more like herself that way, not quite so vulnerable and uncertain. It would hopefully help her to retain some confidence once the two were actually talking again. She felt a bit bad about coming to the dance anyway, not that she regretted going or anything. Just that in her family her parents encouraged their daughters not to date until they were sixteen, not that she was that far away from sixteen or anything but she still felt like she was breaking the rules a bit. Then again she wasn't even sure that it could be considered a date, what the two of them were doing. It was all very confusing to her, the whole situation She just hoped that if the rest of the night wasn't as awkward as it was at this moment then things would be good enough later that she'd just forget about everything else and let herself have a bit of fun.

[Joel Rodgers]

Joel saw Cassandra walk up to him and was a bit taken aback by her dress. It looked nice of course, it was just more than he was expecting. After looking around at the other girls that were there he'd pretty much gathered a general idea of what he expected the dresses to look like, but then again from the little that he'd found out about Cassandra last time, he could tell that she wasn't exactly someone that was going to be part of the crowd, she was going to be someone that wanted to stand out and be noticed. And her dress was certainly going to do a good job of that. It was pretty revealing, and he'd already noticed that some heads were starting to turn in her direction, which was probably the purpose of wearing such a dress. Oh well, she looked good in it he had to admit, which was at least something that could start out the conversation pretty easily, after all people liked to be complimented even if they were embarrassed by the praise they still liked to hear it most of the time, so it was a good route to go.

He gave her a small smile when she apologized for being late. "Not very long," he said with a shrug. "It's perfectly alright." He noticed that other people were still arriving though not quite as many as before, but it was fine. People had three and a half hours anyway, being late wasn't going to hurt. "You look nice," he told her. So nice wasn't exactly the word that most of the other guys around probably would have used, but that was just how Joel was. He figured that nice was the most tactful way of voicing his opinions on her looks. He just hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way as he'd had some girls do in the past, it was just a rare thing that he used words like 'hot' or 'sexy' to describe someone. Besides, he'd always been taught by his sisters and mother that those words were degrading for some reason. So it was practically programmed into him not to use them out loud, he could (and did) use them in his mind, but out loud was a whole different story. "So do you wanna head inside?" he asked her.

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[Evelynne Reeves]

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Evie stood around waiting for Max getting a little bit impatient, but then again she should have expected her friend to be late. After all he was always late, it was just part of who he was. She couldn't really be mad at him for it, she just didn't like waiting there standing alone and feeling like an idiot. Of course people weren't going to guess that she was waiting for someone, no one ever believed that she could have a boyfriend or even a date for that matter. And she couldn't really, or she couldn't ever keep one. That was just the simple facts of life and everyone was aware of it, a lot of people expected her to just end up an old smart lady with a successful career and a bunch of cats. She really hoped that that didn't turn out to be the case, she didn't even really like cats that much. So that'd be a real bummer, besides just because she was incapable of holding a romantic relationship did not mean that she wanted to grow up to be an old spinstress. Someday she hoped to have a family, she'd just have to figure out a way to do so first. Which would probably mean getting into an actual romantic relationship and keeping it.

Her thoughts were interrupted however she two large hands covered her eyes. She smiled slightly as she heard Max say Boo, he was so silly sometimes, but she liked that about him. They weren't exactly similar, but he always helped to tone down her seriousness a bit, which was always refreshing. She grinned slightly as he complimented her and took his hands off of her eyes so that she was able to see again. She turned to face him as he spoke. "You look pretty handsome yourself," she said with a smile at him, then shook her head. "Honestly Max, you'd loose your head if it wasn't attached," she teased. She had no clue how he could stand being so unorganized, it would drive her insane, actually it did drive her a bit insane. On the rare times that she got her hands on his folders she was always rearranging them to make them more organized for him. Mostly because she couldn't stand the clutter that was there. She often straightened things up without realizing that she was doing it, she was almost OCD that way.

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