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Diary entry 29 - Boys!

"Woah...this is cool!" Brian beams at the decorations.

The schools hall has been covered with red and white roses, on the floor lay cream coloured streamers and in the air, pink helium balloons bobbing up and down. The school draped a huge amount of cheap fabric on the support beams and tied them up in the middle with gold rope.

The theme is 'one dance'. It's meant to be a sort of Cinderella theme.

There is a food table at the back with punch, cakes, pizza, fruit, water, soft drinks and a chocolate fountain with strawberries.

Cassy smacks the back of Brian's head. "Ow! What'd you do that for?" He groans.

"The correct term would be stunning or beautiful, not 'cool'." When she says 'cool', she attempts mimicking Brian.

He shacks his head and laughs. "Fine, it's 'stunning'," he smirks and mimics Cassy's voice terribly. She raises her hand in the air and he flinches, lifting his shoulders up and covering his face. "Not the face! Not the face!" He squeals in a very unmanly manner.

Drake chuckles besides me and I join in then all of us are laughing full belly laughs.

After we sober Cassy asks, "When are you guys on?"

Drake looks at his watch. "An hour." He smiles and looks at me. A slow song comes on and he raises a hand. "May I have this dance?" He asks in an English accent.

I giggle. "You may." I take his hand as he leads me to the dance floor.

His hands move from my arms, to my waist then my hips and then they fall limp besides his hips. I chuckle and shake my head. "Do you even know how to dance?" I ask, humour seeping through my every word.

He shakes his head lightly looking at the ground. "No..."

I smile warmly and grab both of his hands and rest them on my waist. "Your hands hold onto here..." My hands fly up to his shoulders. "And mine go here...just like we practiced." I look up at him, averting my attention from his hands. We just stare at each other, goggly-eyes and all. I smile at him.

Gosh. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?

I slowly lean forward to rest my head on his broad, strong shoulder. His breath gets caught in his throat which makes my smile broaden.

We sway to the music. His chin rests on my head, then move to my ear, lightly brushing it. "We have to go on soon." He whispers in my ear.

I mentally groan. I pull away and offer a quick smile. "Come with me." I look at him questionably but he ignores me, pulling my hand to follow.

He drags me through the swarm of teenagers, pushing, shoving and squishing through the tight space.

We reach a small hall outside, the roof held by pillars with gaps in them, showing off a beautiful garden outside. "Drake? Where are we going?"

"You'll find out soon. We're almost there." He pulls me so I'm right next to him, our shoulders brushing here and there. Good thing I didn't wear heels!

He stops me when we stand in front of an old gazebo. It's white, creepers surrounding the fences and roof of it, but not too much, you can still see the old white paint. A set of three candles, each getting smaller in width and height, are lit and are placed on a thicker fence. A CD player or radio is on a little stool.

"Drake? What is-"

"Shh. I wanted to do something special for you." He leans over to play the song that he has in the CD player.