SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING AND IT'S THE LAST CHAPTER :O

Yeah. It's done. Whoa.

Anyway…

TITLE: Just The Way You Are – Bruno Mars. I love that song.

I don't own anything.

and when you smile,
the whole world stops and stares for awhile

"Derrick! You're not doing it properly!"

"Yes I am, Massie! This is how you said I should do it!"

"No! This is how you do it! You're doing it all wrong!"

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not as artistic as you!"

"Then why'd you volunteer to be in the Prom Committee?"

"You said you needed help! I thought I'd just be lifting stuff! I'm good at that!"

"Fine! Then go and lift yourself out of my sight!"

"Fine!"

-o-

"What is up with her?" Derrick Harrington asked Cam Fisher and Josh Hotz as the walked towards the edge of the gym.

"PMS?" Josh tried, shrugging. Derrick gave him the you're-totally-not-helping look. He turned towards Cam. He noticed that Cam knew something.

"Spill it, freak eyes."

"Well, Dylan mentioned something…" Cam said, trailing off. After Derrick glared at him, he decided to just say it. "Dude, you're both in the Prom Committee. Prom is a week from now. Plovert has already asked Claire. Josh has already asked Alicia. Kemp has already asked Kristen. I've already asked Dylan. You haven't asked Massie."

"Is that why she's so pissed at me?" Derrick asked, incredulous. "I still have to ask her? I thought it was already given that we would be going together!"

"Girls like being asked in special ways," Cam pointed out.

"How did you ask Dylan then?" Derrick asked defensively.

"Lunch announcements. The whole school heard it. Don't you remember?"

Derrick did remember. "How did you ask Alicia?" he asked Josh.

"Through my best friend, Mrs. Patter. During that test she gave last week, I asked her to add one more question at the very end of Alicia's test. To Alicia Rivera: Will you go to prom with Josh Hotz? Encircle yes or no. Alicia encircled yes," Josh said, a smug expression on his face. He spent a whole week thinking of that. And another week trying to convince Mrs. Patter.

"How did Plovert ask Claire?" Derrick asked, now desperate for ideas.

"Gave her a balloon in the middle of her class with the word PROM on it. With the question mark."

"How did Kemp ask Kristen?"

"He had those five freshmen boys that idolize him write P, R, O, M and a question mark on each of their chests."

"Why are they all so…romantic and perfect for girls?" Derrick asked, kind of disappointed that none of them just asked. If at least one of them did, he could do the same!

"Dude. We're from Briarwood-Octavian Country Day High School. If there's one thing BOCDH boys know how to do, it's how to ask girls to prom. It's a legacy here. How have you not heard of it?" Cam asked, remembering how Harris bragged to him about asking a girl to prom.

"I have," Derrick admitted after a few seconds of thinking about it. Now he remembered. All those older soccer teammates going on about how they were asking girls to prom. All the excited buzz and gossip going on around this time.

He had to think and move fast.

"Help me."

-o-

"I just don't get it! I've been dropping all the hints. He's obviously seen all the other boys asking girls to prom! How can he not do anything?" Massie Block complained to her friends.

"Maybe he's waiting for the right time," Dylan Marvil suggested.

"Yeah! Maybe he's making you wait so that when he finally asks, it'll be ten times better!" Claire Lyons added.

"Who the hell waits a week before prom to ask someone out? I still need to find a dress!" Massie said.

"You don't have a dress yet?" Kristen Gregory asked.

"No, since if he doesn't ask me, I'm not going."

"No! Go!" Alicia Rivera exclaimed.

"Why would I? If he doesn't ask me, it'll be too embarrassing for me to go. Everyone'll talk about me and how my boyfriend-slash-guy-I-used-to-think-I-was-married-to never asked me," Massie said defensively and sadly.

"But, Massie, we'll be there for you."

"No. You have your dates. I'll be the awkward ninth wheel."

"I'm sure he'll ask you soon," Kristen reassured.

"I hope."

-o-

"Hey, Kristen," Derrick said, a winning smile on his lips.

She didn't buy it. "What do you want?"

"I need your help."

-o-

Massie was walking down the hallway when some freshman kid went up right in front of her and showed her a one-eighth piece of illustration board with the word "WILL" written on it.

"Hello, Will." Freshmen kids are just getting weirder and weirder.

He moved away, and she continued forward. Twenty steps later, another freshman, this time a girl, showed her another illustration board, this time with the word "YOU" written on it.

Weird.

A few steps later, it happened again. This time, the illustration board had the word "GO" written on it.

And Massie's heart went.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Massie was smart. She knew what was happening now. Or she thought she knew. She couldn't be sure until she reached the end. She walked faster, only now realizing that she was alone in the hallway.

Freshman pops up. "TO"

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Walk.

Freshman. "PROM"

Yes!

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Walk faster.

Stop.

What if this wasn't for her? What if the freshmen got the wrong girl? What if this was for some other girl?

Okay, Massie. Breathe. Just walk slower. And look calmer. Wipe that freaking silly smile of your face. Look unaffected and poker-faced, so that when you reach the end and this is for some other girl, you can pretend that you knew all along and that your heart didn't just break.

Yeah.

Walk. Slower this time.

Freshman. "WITH"

Okay. Last one. You can do this, Massie.

Pound.

(Please be for me.)

Pound.

(Please be for me.)

Pound.

(Please be for me.)

…

…

…

Door.

What?

I knew it. This wasn't for me. They finally realized, and they stopped the last freshman from going out to meet me. I knew it. I should just go out now and go home and face the fact that Derrick's not going to ask me.

She opens the door leading to the parking lot.

Pound.

Pound.

Pound.

Poundpoundpound.

POUNDPOUNDPOUND.

Derrick.

Rose in his outstretched hand.

"ME?" written on illustration board in his hand.

Freshmen from behind her lining up beside him.

"WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?"

She has no idea what to say right now.

"Yes," she breathes out.

Okay, yeah, that was the end ): So, they went to prom, and then after that, they survived college, and then lived happily ever after. You know, even if they still argue about stupid things a lot.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS STUCK WITH THIS STORY UNTIL THE END AND FORGAVE ME FOR ALL THE STUPID NOT-UPDATING TIMES AND FOR REVIEWING AND READING.

You guys are the best, I swear.