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At the school. 1:02pm.

A flash of blonde caused my eyes to follow longingly after the taller figure until she disappeared through the doors that lead outside, yet I stood vigilant by the DJ table. The empty DJ table. An anxious sigh left my nose and I couldn't help but rake my fingers through my hair in budding frustration. C'mon Stu, don't do this. Not now. Glancing back at the unpromising doors, I had to wonder what was running through Elsa's mind right about now. Do you hate me? Technically hiring Stuart was my idea, so it was alright for her to be mad at me because the fool wasn't even here!

Said girl reappeared with Gerda and they were carrying last-minute napkins and toilet paper for the bathrooms. The thought of how lazy and inattentive her members were was driving me insane, considering that everything should have already been done the night before and when we got the chance to scope the gym again, it was exactly as Elsa had left it. Only half done. That simply meant that without her presence and subtle authority, those incompetent goons were pretty much useless. Maybe because the main members are all Seniors and- oops- turns out they have lives! I rolled my eyes. Of course I understood Elsa's involvement in taking some time off because she was with me, but I didn't know why those other imbeciles couldn't step up when she wasn't there.

Especially Hans the VP. Why is he even VP in the first place? If I were an actual member-

"Hey."

A soft voice said next to my ear, ripping me from my thoughts and causing me to snap my head to my left. Elsa's shimmering cerulean irises filled my vision. My building anxiety stilled for the moment as I gave her an apologetic gaze.

"Hi." I started, bringing my hand up to place it on her forearm. "Listen, I-I didn't mean- I didn't think-"

"Anna." Elsa let a small lopsided smile capture her lips as her hand covered mine and she turned to face me better. "It's-"

"Anna Leslie Crescent!" A deep voice sounded throughout the gym and made both of us break eye contact to look at the double doors. What I saw there forced an annoyed growl from my throat, but before I could stomp over there to pummel him, I turned back to the gorgeous blonde.

"I'll help him." I ground out through an unconvincing grin.

"Sounds like you two know each other." Elsa nodded her acknowledgement at him before bringing her attention back at me. I missed the light flicker of something in her eyes when he let out a low wolf-whistle after asking for my aid since I turned around fix him with a glare.

"I met him along with his two brothers at summer camp a few years ago while the guys and I were there." I began, ignoring the loud clunking of said guy's boots in the background. "We all used to hang out with his life-long father figure named Gru from time to time until the crazy man stole some of my dad's equipment for reasons yet to be revealed." A roll of my eyes. "Anyway, their friendship is on standby, but Stuart and his brothers still keep in touch with us. We even spent a week this past summer together at his cabin in the mountains." I gave her the rundown before squeezing her hand in comfort. (The only reason why I didn't have a way to contact him the other day was because his phone wasn't working and it turns out he'd gotten a new one but kept it to himself.) Jerk. "Now if you'll excuse me, my lady, I need to excessively pull that idiot around by his ears for fun- I mean, for being late." Just then Stuart voiced his appreciation for all the decorations to a passing Hans.

"Okay." Elsa replied somewhat tensely and again, I completely missed the way her hand lingered midair when I began my march toward Stuart. Him and his stupid plaid shirts.

"Hey, mama." He flipped his hair out of the way before holding out a black zipped up bag to me. "Be a doe and hold this for me so I can have my signature bronytail."

His usual boy charm didn't have it's effects in the slightest. Nor did his silly nickname for me and it let me easily glare at him. "I cannot believe I thought you were going to show up on time." I hissed, actually taking his bag for him while he tied his dark hair back out of his eyes.

"You can't make the scene if you don't have the green." Stuart's grin was wide and easy, but it made me roll my eyes.

"Dude. You're spinning for free." I pointed out around a scoff. "Where's the green in that?" I knew for a fact that it wasn't his shirt because said shirt and unbuttoned flannel were more grey colors. He also wore black jeans with his usual combat boots, but he was still the ultimate nerd to me. Especially because of his thick Sarah Palin glasses.

"The green is my Naked Juice of course!" He expertly flipped a full 32oz bottle out of another bag and shook it in my face. "You of all people know that Twin Pines and the surrounding areas don't have these babies."

I slapped the tempting bottle away from my face. "Stu, they sell them at that store right in Pie Town." My voice came out in a growl and I wasted no time in snatching the drink from his still taunting hand and pushing his bag back into his own arms. "I know you're lying, so this is mine." I winked at him and began to open it.

"I drank some." He shot back. Too bad the still sealed lid said otherwise.

"So?" I drawled, spinning the top off and taking a long, satisfying sip of the nicely chilled drink. "Yum."

"Not fair." Defiant brown eyes instantly changed into begging puppy status, yet I was unfazed and took a longer drink to spite him. It'd been forever since I'd had one and I was suddenly happy that I was here to get one for free. I was sure he had another one somewhere because he was famous for toting a small Yeti cooler around.

Licking my lips, I gave him a skeptical look. "Fair?" I chuckled. "Fairs are for cotton candy and rides that make you puke."

A smirk instantly broke out across his face. "I see you haven't changed, cocky little wildfire." Stuart laughed, but instantly reached out to take his drink back. I grunted when he did and swiped at him as he danced out of the way.

"My germs!" I snarled, making my way around the other cases and things he'd brought with him. How he'd managed to get away from me without stumbling over anything was beyond me.

"I'm all about the second-hand kisses, mama." Stuart teased, pretending to bring the bottle to his lips. "But if you promise me a date sometime, I can give you the rest."

My brow rose curiously along my forehead. "Wanna go to jail?" I asked as my arms crossed in defiance. "Or should I construct a heist to steal that beloved ukulele of yours? You know I'd do it too." A playfully dangerous smirk crossed my lips as I leaned on one of his bigger cases. The lip of the bottle never touched his.

"Can I request a dance later then?" He suddenly asked in a small voice, which made me bite back a laugh. I swear I saw a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple when I brought his uke into the picture. (It got him a few numbers now and again, so it was understandable that it meant a lot to him.)

"Is there a problem here?" Elsa's sweet accented voice joined us, causing me to shoot her a nonchalant smile.

"Yes." Stuart threw his hands up gratefully at her appearance. "This little girl is such a bully!" His eyes bugged out while pointing an accusing finger at me. I stuck my tongue out, but before Elsa could react, he gingerly handed me the drink and the same bag we'd been passing back and forth. "Kidding. Here, mama, can you take this to the tables?" He sent me that same grin before regarding Elsa. "And no real worries ma'am, we'll be up and running in two shakes of a lamb's tail."

"Who still says that?!" I called after him when he vanished through the doors again. His response was a loud chortle that echoed through the parking lot that time. Dork. Rolling my neck, I again smiled at Elsa and motioned for her to come with me.

"How old is he?" She asked once we got to the table.

"Nineteen. But he turns twenty next Monday." I shrugged a shoulder, taking another drink before offering her some. Blue eyes narrowed almost suspiciously as she took the bottle and all but jammed it to her lips. Only to snap her head away after two good swigs and covering her mouth in the process. From her fierce look of discomfort and utter disgust, I could tell that she did not like The Green Machine whatsoever, but I refused to downright laugh at her when she briskly handed me the bottle back. Luckily, the small amount that didn't stay in her mouth dribbled harmlessly down her chin. The rest she had successfully swallowed without choking, though she continued to voice her distaste without words for the moment while her other hand reached out to grip my forearm. It was still a priceless sight.

"Che schifo! How can you drink that, Gattina?" Elsa hissed at me, finally causing a strangled fit of laughter to fall out of my mouth. I couldn't help it. And when she only glared right at me, I cleared my throat and brought my thumb up to wipe her chin clean with a stupid grin on my face. Oh yeah. That reaction was something to remember for all times.

"What are you talking about? It's delicious!" I defended the helpless mixture of goodness with a semi-shocked look on my face. "And healthy. Besides, who doesn't want to drink something with the word Naked in it?" I had meant that as a joke, but I didn't anticipate it to bring a subtle flush to her beautiful face.

"Me." She snarked, easily covering up that blush with a set jaw.

"Sure, everyone's a critic." I chuckled in good humor and even patted her shoulder. "That's okay, Snow Paw, the texture and colors usually put people off." As if to spite her, I took another long, savory drink before licking my lips with an appreciative moan. "I'll give Stuart what I can't finish, seeing as this is a pretty big bottle for one to handle alone." I began closing the bottle, missing the dart of her eyes behind us. "But, I actually doubt I'll need his help-" Suddenly the bottle was gone from my hands and was pressed again to Elsa's lips as Stuart came back with more of his equipment. My jaw fell slack at the sight of Elsa practically chugging down a drink she clearly disliked. Wha-? There were even barely visible tears at the corners of her pretty eyes! Why?!

"Aw, not cool, mama." Stuart teasingly set down his first bag with purpose. "So, you're too cool to share a second-hand kiss with me and yet have no problem all but makin' out with this other beautiful woman?" His eyes narrowed at me. "I see how it is."

Looking in bewilderment from Elsa to him, I could only shrug my immediate response since my brain had yet to spark to life again. Which happened the next time my eyes landed on brown orbs. "Jealous?" I smirked at him once Elsa pushed the bottle back into my hands. The poor thing was breathing a bit hard and when she glanced at me, her eyes were determined.

"Can you finish it now?" She asked just above a whisper. I tried not to frown in confusion at her somewhat odd behavior and instead held the bottle up to examine what was left.

"Uh, yeah?" I partly chuckled. "I think I can finish off the last of it," Pause. "If I take tiny sips at a time." A snicker managed to escape my mouth. She'd drank half of it!

Elsa took a deep breath, straightening up her spine and giving me a barely concealed smile. "Sorry. It was just so good." The way she had basically caressed each of those words and my arm almost wiped all the laughter from me. What? That time I actually frowned at her, but before I could ask what she was doing, Gerda came and swept her away.

"I take it she's not a fan of Naked juice, huh?" Stuart chortled once they left. After I spent the next few moments trying to decipher what the love of my life was up to, I ended up leaving it for the moment.

"No, but I don't know why she forced herself to drink half of it." Was my reply as I reached up to scratch my head.

"Maybe she didn't want you sharing with me." Stuart waggled his eyebrows. "Maybe she's the one that's jealous." He pressed exaggeratedly.

"Whatever." I scoffed, finally placing the bottle on the table away from his equipment so I could start helping. "She doesn't do things like that." Lies, Anna. It might have been obvious, but I was too busy glazing my eyes over everything on the table to really think about it. So many wires.

"And just how would you know what the pretty lady does or doesn't do when we're talking jealousy?" Stuart asked, sidling up next to me. "Got a little crush now, do we?"

"Yeah? Of course I do." I rolled my eyes and nudged his shoulder pointedly with mine. And then a thought occurred to me when he brought a hand up to cover his girlish 'oooh!' "Wait, are you- didn't I tell you?" Did he really not know that Elsa and I were dating?

"What, that you're one of the hottest Sapphic goddesses I've ever seen?" He joked.

I growled and twisted his ear harshly, forcing a painful yelp from his lightly scruffy mouth. "Down, boy." I hissed. "Elsa knows your age and if she sees you making passes at a minor-"

"Y-you got- ow! You got it, mama." He whimpered.

"You think I'm hot?" I asked once I let his ear go.

"Duh." While rubbing his sore ear, Stuart passed me a knowing smirk. "Anyone with eyes can see that, but I'm a close friend so I can say stuff like this without getting stabbed in the eye." There was a pause in which he let out an awkward chuckle. "To you of course. Otherwise I'd get in trouble. But hey, you're almost eighteen." Again he leaned in, only to get pushed away from me as Elsa passed. From the rigid, almost angry way she was walking, I had to wonder how many times she'd gone by us. Too bad Stuart's enthusiasm deterred my gaze.

"You're awfully cute, but I'm not interested." I replied all too sweetly.

"Aw, what can I do to pry you from the female persuasion? But keep in mind that I won't consider turning into one." He snorted, waving his hand dismissively. "I like being a guy."

"You're an idiot." I chuckled, taking the cords that needed to be plugged in. "My answer would be to-" I dropped them to pull at the hair tie until it loosened completely and watched black hair flop back around to frame his face. "Cut this ridiculous hair!"

"But, I like my hair." Stuart flipped it mainly to annoy me and I forced myself not to pull on it to annoy him too. Instead I continued to go plug in the cords. When I got back to him, he was setting up his vinyls and had yet to fix his hair again and resorted to pushing one side behind his ear. "Okay, so what kind of haircut would you suggest?" He caved, making me grin.

"Well-" Again, I reached up to run my hand along his temple and sweet Odin were his locks soft! Sadly, it put my own hair to shame, but I wouldn't dare tell him that. "Off the top of my head, I would definitely have to say the Jay Hutton style. Just let your scruff go too."

"You mean that guy from Tattoo Fixers?" Stuart raised a curious brow at me. "He is pretty hot."

"Right?" I laughed along with him before taking some vinyls from his collection to look through them myself. "I've always liked your taste in music, Stu." I commented with fascination coating my voice. It was because of him that my range of music vastly expanded from Cab Calloway, to Frank Sinatra, and all the way over to Paramore.

"You've learned well." He patted my head and handed me some more so I could mix them up for him.

"NONONO?" I came across an unfamiliar name which made him brighten up substantially.

"Ooo, I will play a song from them for sound check." He grinned at me. "You will not be disappointed, mama." A playful poke to my nose. "Believe that." Hearing the confidence in his voice easily made me return his grin with equal enthusiasm.

But, before I could voice my next thought, Elsa reappeared behind me. "Anna." She nearly breathed right into my ear, causing me to shiver on instinct from the light aggression it held. I snapped to attention, practically dropping all that was in my hands.

"Y-yeah?" I choked out as my eyes suddenly got sucked into cerulean pools.

"Could you double-check all the stalls in the bathrooms to see if any still need tissue?" It was a simple question but, was it me, or was her accent just a bit thicker than usual?

I gulped heatedly. "Sure." Sending her a quick smile, I tried not to stumble away so I could do just that. As I neared the girls' room, I couldn't help but wonder what was up with Elsa Mariani's attitude. I mean, I wasn't at all exasperated with her, just very curious. Her gestures weren't huge enough to send a person running, but they were good enough to tip Stuart off and make him call her out on her jealousy. Is that it? Was Elsa jealous? I swear I couldn't exactly pinpoint it this time, mainly because I was distracted enough with the last-minute rushing around from the both of us and meeting up with Stuart again to really stop and think about it all. Not to mention his easy-going manner and all his talk about music...yeah it was a little hard to keep track of emotions. (Not like I didn't care, I was simply caught up in the moment.)

Though, it didn't matter once I got into the restroom. Tissue. Again, another thing to distract me since I didn't want to throw Elsa's groove of bossing everybody around off. Honestly, that authoritative voice of hers made me warm all over. This one's good. I tried to clear my mind to no avail as an image of those chilly arctic blues flitted to the forefront of my mind. The shades they were able to turn, how deep they actually were...What's wrong with me? I can't be thinking like this now. A snicker left my mouth as I continued to the next stall.

"What's so funny?"

Her sudden presence all but caused me to jump ten feet into the air. "Whoa! Some warning next time would be nice." I breathed out harshly and clutched my hand into my chest to try to steady my thudding heart as I shakily walked over to the sinks. Odin, I'm so distracted! Seriously, I didn't even know how long she'd been there with me!

"Sorry." Elsa was leaning against the door with an unreadable expression on her face.

"I-it's okay." I assured her before gesturing to the stalls behind me. "And they're all good in here. I just need to check-" All too late did I remember seeing that it was Elsa herself that had been carrying the tissue earlier and before I knew it, the student council president was standing right infront of me.

Eyes blazing.

My breath caught in my throat at the same time her lips seized mine. W-what? I had no time to think. No time to ask. No time to anything seeing as she pretty much had me where she wanted me and I was powerless to stop her. In fact, I didn't even bother to entertain the stupid notion of stopping her as my hands came up to those hips.

An excited breath was exchanged from the both of us when the adventurous side of me didn't hesitate to feel up along Elsa's stomach. Her shirt had been tucked into her skirt, but that didn't stop me from feeling the lines that defined the sheer tone of that stomach, the slope of her naval. Her ribs. Around to her back, I cherished the column of her spine. Elsa was as muscular as I, yet the ultimate shape of her body displayed her finesse. Freyja!

That time she surprised me by grasping at my own hips so she could push me backwards. However, we missed one of the sinks and stumbled past it until my shoulders hit the wall. I didn't care that the force had winded me some, because all at once, Elsa Mariani was pushing up against me. My mind seemed to blank completely as those full lips broke away from mine to drop to my neck and her hands stealthily slid down to catch my wrists so she could bring them upwards. As she held them against the wall above my head, I couldn't help the whimper that left my mouth. I'd never experienced anything like this. And I loved it.

I loved the one doing it.

Elsa's mouth was so hot and wet against my neck and I wasn't sure if the noise emitted from me earlier had been some sort of catalyst, but it caused the lips on my flesh to suddenly clamp down with hard suction. The pressure alone made my eyes roll into my skull and I couldn't stop the loud sigh that accompanied my next shallow breath. I didn't want her to stop. Sweet Odin's mother I didn't care that it left me weak all over, I couldn't bring myself to complain.

Just then, Elsa's hands released mine so she could place hers back on my hips. I felt her tongue lave at my neck as her lips opened and once her teeth grazed the same spot, her hands slid up my own stomach. A strangled groan leapt from my throat and my hips suddenly pushed into hers. The action felt foreign, but oh so delicious and I didn't stop the next roll of my body because I felt I needed it. I needed her touch. Her lips. Her. The thought caused a raw heat to course throughout my body which resulted in a certain pressure between my legs that had me dizzy from head to toe.

An eager tongue pressed into my neck and that, coupled with her hands finally feeling me up after so long, caused yet another needy sound to escape me. Elsa reacted to it with as much fervor and I managed to let my hands slip down her back, past her waist and hips to the plump flesh beneath them. The adventurous side of me decided to grab it just as her teeth sunk into my neck and smack me running, a sexy little noise left her own mouth that made me bite back another whimper. It was such an incredible experience to get as far as I did and I felt instantly rewarded by Elsa's fine nails when they raked down my stomach with a low groan from her.

"Elsa." I breathed the name on a ragged exhale.

"Mi hai fatto perdere la testa, Gattina." Her voice was just as husky and I was a bit disappointed that her lips were now exploring my neck and no longer sucking, though it did nothing but cause chills up and down my spine from the erotic sounds of her mouth on my skin. One: her voice alone was enough to melt me on the spot. Two: her hands had yet to stop roaming. "Hai tutto ciò che desidero, and I'll be damned if I let that DJ flirt with you infront of me."

My eyes popped open. "Wh-what, Stuart? He's always-"

"No." Elsa suddenly pulled back to give me a stern look. "Quando chiudo gli occhi vedo solo te. I don't want him there too."

"You have me, Elsa Mariani." I licked my lips and my hands left her rear to tenderly cup both sides of her tempting neck as my eyes latched onto hers. "I am yours." I made sure my words got through. "In no way is there ever going to be anyone there to steal me away from you, understand?" My thumbs rubbed gentle circles into her soft cheeks. "Sono tutto tua." I whispered, making her eyes widen and begin to brim with tears.

"I-I'm sorry, Gattina." She tried to look away, but I wouldn't have it. "I don't mean to be so possessive-" My lips cut her off and I didn't pull away until she did first.

"You're adorable and insanely sexy at the same time." I shook my head with a chuckle, utterly enjoying the flush that captured her face because of my compliment. "And I'm sorry for not noticing how uncomfortable you were with Stuart." I pressed a kiss to the bridge of her nose. "You don't have to worry about him, my lovely. But I can say that it wasn't entirely all his fault for shamelessly flirting with me because he doesn't know we're together."

"That explains it." Elsa sighed, letting a small smile turn up her lips.

"And I know it's a little difficult to deal with some people in my life because they're so at ease with me." My hands came up to smooth her bangs out of her eyes. "Guess I got that from my mom. I swear she made a new friend everyday."

"That's what Mami was talking about, Gattina." She leaned forward until our foreheads touched. "Hai trovato pane per i tuoi denti." Elsa clarified. "It means: you found bread for your teeth." When I furrowed my brow, she giggled. "You have a strong personality and it easily challenges mine."

"So, you're kinda saying I complete you, huh?" I smirked cockily, making her return it.

"It means that you are a worthy adversary for control."

"I quite like being your jester, though." A kiss to her cheek. "Take no offense Your Majesty, but I rather fancy being a knight in shining armor than deal with countless paperwork and ordering lowly peasants around." That actually got a loud laugh from her.

"I thought you wanted to be a jester." She had this raw smile that easily made my knees weak.

"I can be both, Snow Paw." My eyes held on to hers, as did my hands once I moved down to claim them. "I can make you laugh, follow your commands and protect you when the time calls for it."

"Mi hai conquistata." Her lips met mine and slowly deepened into a more sensual kiss that got interrupted by the door opening behind us.

Home. 6:55pm.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Sky blue eyes filled my vision as I turned away from my mirror. She was only partially dressed in a purple bra with her pants still on, though unbuttoned, and the fact that she was practically standing over me meant that my eyes weren't straying anywhere they weren't supposed to be. Stupid Kida.

It could have been my fault, but since she decided that the girls should get ready at my place (regardless that her house was closest to the school) we all crammed into my room while my dad stayed downstairs. I knew they were trouble when they first showed up and now they were scanning through my movies, comics and just plain lounging around when we all could have been ready by now. The dance started at eight, but I figured we were going to be fashionably late and I just hoped Elsa would be okay until I got there, considering that it was her that insisted I meet up with her there instead of picking her up.

Aw, well. "What?" I asked, placing my straightener on the dresser. When Kida didn't say anything else but ended up giving me a questionable look, I rolled my eyes and let the right side of my hair down from the clip. "Yes, I have a straightener." Giving her a 'duh' gesture. "I can be a girl you know."

There was an eerie pause that made me glance between them skeptically before the quiet was broken by a sweetly paced trumpet and two saxophones that played from my stereo. My attention turned away from them to grin in the general direction of the song. The words formed on my tongue but another, softer voice spoke up and cut them off from me. On the other hand, Kida's faced scrunched up as she looked over at my stereo like it was a personal offense to her.

"Yeah, Anna. You're a girl alright. A girl who's wearing converse to the Formal?" Sen stated on a snicker as she held up my newest pair of high top all black converse. On the other hand, that woman was already a sight, though she also had yet to put her dress on. I didn't know what they were waiting for.

"Oh. So, you're in on this too?" I threw my hands up dismissively and walked towards my closet. "And no, Sven DeKnight, I have a different pair for the dance." I popped my head back out to toss my original colored low tops at her feet. "I bet y'all are going to keel over when I tell you I'm wearing a dress too, right?"

"No. Of course not." Sen and Kida drawled at the same time. I scoffed at them. Really, they don't give me enough credit.

"Shoes aside, where did you even find the time to get a dress?" Kida asked, having followed right after me. Still shirtless. Great. Who knew what she would try to do to me now that we were alone. Eh, I trust her not to be an idiot. "Really, when you're not with Elsa, you're with us, and when you're not with any of us you're working." She leaned against the door frame.

"True." I nodded, rifling through the different clothes until my dress popped out to me. "But maybe, just maybe, I got the slip from Danny to shop a few days ago before I even buying the tickets?"

"Danny must be an awesome boss then." Sen poked her head in, only to retreat back out when the doorbell rang, all the while complaining that her boss didn't even allow more than two bathroom breaks. Yikes.

"He is!" I called after her, regardless. Now I was thankful that I was fortunate enough to land someone as awesome as Danny for a boss and took a mental note to send him a box of chocolate whenever I got the chance. The guy was a chocoholic.

While I smoothed my hands over my dress, Kida came to stand next to me. "So how is it?" She asked when Sen disappeared.

"How's what?" Flipping my hair out of my way, I brushed by her to get over to my dresser. Seriously, I couldn't talk to her if she was shamelessly walking around in only a bra. Who does that?

"Being with Elsa." She followed me, but that time she took her hair down so she could start curling her thick locks. Oh. That makes sense, I guess. Unlike me, who kept my modesty, I figured she'd just rather fix her hair and face before throwing her dress on. Or anything on for that matter.

"It's great?" I mused, making her throw a hairspray cap at me that I almost didn't dodge. "What? Vague questions deserve vague answers." I chuckled.

"Fine. What's up with the bandage on your neck?" She smirked mischievously. My face paled. Of course I knew I would be interrogated as soon as one of them noticed, but I was sort of hoping that keeping my hair down would have hid it somehow. Nope.

Elsa had apologized more than a few times for marking me (quite darkly at that) and I had to spend some time convincing her that I did not mind whatsoever. I liked it. Once I told her that no one would try to bother me now that she'd claimed me, she calmed down and was able to walk out of that bathroom with some semblance of dignity. With me right beside her and once Stuart saw it up close, he gave me an obnoxiously dirty grin before stepping off completely. Idiot.

"Hey, I've been fighting with my hair all afternoon so burns are to be expected." I came back to my senses and tried to play it off, but knew it was a futile attempt, seeing as she was already nodding in sheer disbelief.

"And pigs fly." Blue eyes narrowed, making me give an innocent shrug. The curling iron steamed and she brought it out of her hair, producing a perfect curl. "You should have seen Milo's face when you and Elsa consummated your invitation to the Formal." She snickered, doing a 180 on topics. For me, at least, since I was too busy trying to figure out how to do my makeup without having to sit right next to her.

Unfortunately, I hadn't anticipated her to go in that direction and ended up almost poking my eye with eyeliner. Instead, I dropped the compact and picked up what she threw at me earlier. "Do you have to use that word, Kidagakash?!" I didn't hesitate to throw the cap at the back of her head, causing a bark of laughter to erupt from her.

"I'm sorry, but what else would you call it? You two were basically ready to be like Marvin Gaye and just about got it on!" Her laughter grew along with the heat in my cheeks.

"I like that song." I chuckled despite myself. "It didn't put him off did it? Not like it's going to keep me away from her tonight."

"He was just surprised is all." Her laughter died down and she dismissed my thought with a wave of her hand. "There isn't a hateful bone in his body, so no worries."

Huh. "Well, I'll put an answer to your question like this:" I sat next to her with a wide grin on my lips. "How I feel when I'm with Elsa is exactly the same way you feel when you're with Milo."

There was a profound pause as she nodded in total understanding. "Milo doesn't bite me though." She snorted, shattering the atmosphere once again.

"She didn't bite me!" I pushed at her shoulder with my face as red as my hair. Because she did, but there was no way I was going to admit it. Not to them.

"Who's biting?" Sen came back through the door with Felicity right behind her.

"Elsa." Kida stated, earning a hard smack upside her head from yours truly. Honey-colored eyes moved from her to me in amusement.

"She bit you?" Even Felicity was now staring curiously.

"Not- it-it wasn't-" I cleared my throat awkwardly because how do you explain something like that to someone younger than you? (Only by a year, but hey, it's still difficult!)

"It's this insane thing called a love bite, young one. You'll learn about the unfortunate disease later-"

"Kida!" I groaned, clapping both my hands over my eyes in embarrassment.

"You're scarring both of them." Sen giggled, reaching over to lift my hair away from my neck so she could examine the bandage covering Elsa's mark herself. "I didn't think she had it in her."

"I'm outta here!" I slapped her hand away and bolted to the bathroom before they began their onslaught of endless teasing.

A/N: To be continued.

So. I got a few requests for more jealous Elsa and...turning up the heat, so to say? *ahem* so I thought 'why not?' Hope I pulled through on that end. To some degree at least. (Pun intended.)

Anyway, I originally wanted the chapter to get into the dance...but it obviously couldn't happen, so I split it instead. Do forgive me though, for I didn't attend such festivities when I was in school, but I'll do my best to get the dance in there somewhere.

Hope you liked it because it felt nice for me to write something again after a few days of not being able to. ^^ Y'all are awesome

Tootles~