Luka's POV:

For the upcoming dance, I had to go get a suit. I took one of my best friends with me. We went to Givenchy to get our suits. I would be paying for his since my parents were billionaires and we could buy the whole company if we wanted to, plus it was going to be part of his birthday gift. 

"What color were ya thinking man?" Brandon asked me.

"Most definitely grey," I replied. For some reason, I always went towards the grey suits, even when I was blindfolded. (Yes, we did try that, Brandon blindfolded me and told me to walk towards some suits. I walked face-first into a rack of $500,000 grey pants.) 

I peered over my shoulder to look over at my excited friend. He looked over the moon.

"Whatever you want, man," I told him, knowing he would be concerned about price. "Don't worry about it!" 

We spent a while in silence, just looking at everything. I looked at the soft pants and sharp seams-oh shut it!, my parents made me study this.

After about half an hour, Brandon came up to me with an armful of suits. We marched to the changing rooms and tried them on.

For the first round, Brandon tried on a maroon suit with a black tie, black collar, and white dress shirt. It looked good on him, but didn't quite match his personality. 

"Nah, next," I called out to him.

He returned five minutes later, this time in a dark, navy suit. It slightly showed his muscles when he flexed, but wasn't so tight it was award. The tie was also a dark navy blue, and the whole set was completed with a white dress shirt and black shoes.

"I like this one man," Brandon laughed. "Makes me look...cool..."

"If you like it, it's yours," I told him. Getting up, I took the only suit I deemed worthy of me into the changing room. It was your average suit, but the colours were reversed. It was a black dress shirt with a white jacket, white pants, white shoes, and a white collar. I stepped out.

Brandon looked me over. "Absolutely you man" 

I nodded in response. "Shall we pay then?" 

He nodded back. "We shall."

We walked over to the counter to the clerk. We paid and left the shop, talking about who we were going with.

"You could stand on one of the tables a declare you need a date, half the girls would run to you!" Brandon huffed to me, jealously. "I think I already know who I'm gonna ask. That chick who hangs with Sara! Lenna, her name is. You're asking...Sara, right?"

I blushed a bit. She was different than the other girls, but I don't know what made her so different, she just...was.

"We'll ask them on a double date then?" I asked Brandon, who immediately replied with;

"Obviously." Brandon stopped. "Ah...speak of the devil..and he shall appear." I followed his gaze and saw Sara and Lenna walking into an ice cream parlor. "Should we follow them, or-"  

"Let's go buy flowers and makeup or whatever girls like first. Then we'll ask. Buttering them up will increase our chances, eh?"

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We walked back to the ice cream parlor where we saw the girls, just to find them heading out. I looked down at what I was holding in my hands, a "bouquet" of girly stuff.

There were a couple of flowers, but there were mostly small gifts. There were items such as a sparkly power that went on your cheeks (no idea why you would possibly need that), a lip gloss set (Jesus, this stuff is abnormally expensive for something so tiny!), and a note-taking kit (she's always been kind of bookish). 

Brandon held a similar bouquet in his hands, except instead of a note-taking kit, he had put in a nail set. Instead of that shiny powder, he put in a Sephora gift card. I looked at him, somewhat nervously, and said"Let's do this mate"
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Brandon's POV:

I walked up to Lenna, bouquet behind my back. 

"May I steal your gorgeous friend from you for a second, Miss Sara?" I ask. She looked at me skeptically but shrugged at her friend. 

"You have five minutes before I shave your head and try to glue to the underside of a plane," She responded. I gulped.

"Thanks." I walked over to a more private corner. "Lenna, you are one of the most amazing-"

"Ok...uh...hold on a seco-" 

"I would like to know if you would do me the honor of-"

"What are you trying to get at-"

"Goingtothedancewithme!"

She looked confused. She cocked her head slightly to the side, and asked, "Didn't catch that? Please repeat what you said?"

"Go to...the...dance...withme?" I whipped the bouquet out from behind my back and almost shoved it in her face (by accident of course! God, I'd never do that to a lady!). 

"Oh! Err..." She looked at her feet. She twiddled her thumbs faster than my heart was beating, which was, pretty fast mind you, and made brief eye contact with Sara. She made multiple finger and eye motions before looking back at me. (I swear-females have some crazy ways to communicate with each other! They barely ever need to use words!) 

"...well?" I asked, heart beating faster than the speed of light now.

"Seeing as I've bought a really nice dress, don't have a date, and kind of pity you...surprisingly...yeah! I will!" She took the bouquet from my hands. "You better not have an ugly suit, or I will let Sara glue you to a plane!" She skipped back to her best friend who was now flustered. Groaning at how stupid I was, I followed her. 
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Sara's POV:

Brandon pulled Lenna away, awkwardly leaving me with Luka. He was slightly blushing and was, rather obviously, hiding something behind his back. I cleared my throat and peered over his shoulder to look at Lenna. Brandon was holding out a bouquet of, well, somethings and looking at her intensely. She looked at me.

"What do I do?" She panics. 

"What's going on?"  I ask with my eyes.

"He's asking me to the dance!" She motions back.

"Say yes, you lonely hyena!" I laughed out loud and Luka looked at me curiously.

"Did...you hear anything...I just...said?" He was holding his bouquet of something's and was staring into my eyes. 

"Sorry...talking with...Lenna.." I muttered, super embarrassed that I ignored him! 

"I asked if you would-" Luka started.

"Huh-hey dudes! Sup?" Brandon and Lenna walked back over. Lenna was holding her bouquet of stuff, and Brandon had a bag from...GIVENCHY? 

"No idea," I commented. "Apparently you're taking my best with you to the dance?" 

Brandon looked around. "Uh...yeah I-"

I always felt a constant need to protect those whom I cared for, so I instantly rushed to Lenna's not-really-needed defense. "I was serious about what I said earlier. I will glue you and watch as the plane takes off, ripping your clothes, flinging you off, and plummeting back down to Earth. Then I'll-"

"Girl I'll be fine! Thanks, bu-"

"AHEM! I do believe I was in the middle of asking Sara to the dance?" Luka glared at Brandon. He blushed even deeper, realizing what he said. "ERRR! Well!"

I zone out again. I mean, why would I? He's a dumb, stuck-up rich brat! He's nothing like me! He's all sporty and no studying-y! 

Luka waved his hand infront of my face. I see Lenna slapping it out of the way, saying something like, "She's thinking, idiot!" 

I return to my thoughts. I'd rather curl up inside with a book, but he's all exercise and modeling! But on the other hand...if I could go to the dance with him, maybe, just maybe, my mom would be proud. It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made, but-

"Yes," I declared, looking into his eyes. "I will go to the dance with you."