Compromising positions were the funniest things ever in movies. Like when two people happened to be sleeping in the same bed and one of them ended up sprawled over the other while shirtless. Actually, no, that just happened to be the position I found myself in.

I awoke to the sound of someone clearing their throat not too far away from my face. Mrs F was looking down at me with a raised eyebrow and amused expression. I looked down at my legs and found them tangled with Adrian's. And his hand was up my shirt, just chilling on my stomach.

"Care to explain?"

I made an attempt to get up, but gave up when I felt how heavy my limbs were. "I would really like to, but I can't think of an explanation right now." I muttered and kicked off the blankets. "Try again in say five minutes or so." I carefully grabbed onto Adrian's wrist and pulled out from under my camisole and set it on his thigh. Then came the exercise of climbing out of his bed without waking him. Oh, how wrong this must have looked to his mother. 

After a quick shower and a cup of hot tea, I had finally collected my thoughts. "He's afraid of thunderstorms, so I kept him company. I didn't know I'd end up falling asleep in his bed." I beamed the best smile I could muster this early in the morning. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You know that nothing happened." 

Mrs F nodded unconvincingly and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "So, are you going to the Homecoming?" She asked as she pulled frozen waffles out of the freezer. "Because if you are, you need to hurry up with getting a dress." She popped two waffles into the toaster and a few more into the toaster oven. 

I nodded absentmindedly and tapped my fingernails against the mug between my hands. "But how am I supposed to go to Homecoming if I don't have a date?" I mumbled, and gratefully accepted a plate with waffles. I poured a tremendous amount of chocolate syrup on them and dug in. This would be my first ever Homecoming and I didn't want to miss it, but I didn't want to show up alone. 

Adrian came running down the stairs a few minutes after I'd finished my plate and stuffed a few in his mouth. "Do you need me to take you somewhere?" He asked me as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. His hair was still wet from the shower and his the collar of his shirt was sticking up. "I heard you two talking about Homecoming; do you need a dress?" He looked at me expectantly. 

"You do realize that if you take me shopping, you're going to have to stay and watch me try on all of these clothes?" I raised an eyebrow at him and got up to put my dirty dishes in the sink. I lathered the plate and mug in soap and scrubbed them clean before putting them on the drying rack. "And I need a good dress, so it might take a while." 

He shrugged, and moved past me to put his dishes in the sink. "I have nothing better to do and I need to burn away the shame of last night by going out, anyway." He gave me a tight smile that had me bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. He huffed.  "Oh, shut up and get your stuff. I'll wait for you in the car."

Rachel's Boutique was a little shop on the corner of Jupiter Drive and Ganymede Street. Adrian had sat down on a couch the moment we'd entered and beamed while I'd scowled. He'd left me to roam the around the shop freely without getting up to look around once. But he was quick to shoot down many of the dresses I'd chosen. "Then why don't you get up and find me one?" I groaned and plopped down beside him.

It had been five minutes since he'd gotten up to choose a dress when he came back. "Found one!" He cried triumphantly as he carried the dress toward me. He'd almost reached the sitting area when he was stopped by a girl. He seemed panicked and desperate to get away from her. My eyebrows raised as I watched the scene unfold. 

"Sorry, but I can't take you to Homecoming."

"Why not? You don't have a date, and I would know because I asked around."

"I do, actually." And that's when Adrian walked over to me and dropped the dress in my lap with wide eyes. "I'm going with her. That's why we're here. I'm picking her dress and she's picking my tie." He pressed his lips into a thin line and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So, yeah. Sorry that I can't take you, Meredith."

Meredith fixed him with a glare that could turn the Sahara desert into a Winter wasteland. "It's fine." She snapped and turned her eyes to me. Somehow, her glare became even more menacing than it already was. "I'll see you two at Homecoming." The door of the shop slammed shut behind her and left a tense silence that I couldn't help but break. 

"In what kind of trouble have you gotten me this time, Fitzgerald?" I hissed as I jumped up from the couch. "Who the hell was that girls and why did you lie to her?" It was only my first month at school and I didn't need people hating on my already. Not that I couldn't take the girls if they came at me--the hours I'd spent helping my brother train for his tournaments hadn't gone to waste. 

Adrian's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying you don't want to go to the dance with me?"

I rolled my eyes and stalked off to the changing rooms with Adrian in tow. "Don't change the subject, Adrian." I chided as I started to kick off my shorts. "Who was that girl and why did you look like you were staring into the face of the devil incarnate?" I pulled my shirt over my head and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall. I slipped into the dress and admired it in the mirror.