"Hey, Napoleon," said Pedro.

"Oh, hi Pedro," said Napoleon. "Did you hear about the spring dance coming up?"

"Yes," said Pedro. "And this time, I want to dance with Summer."

"Is she single?" asked Napoleon.

"Yes, she just broke up with her boyfriend last week," said Pedro. "I think I ruin my chance with her though, when I beat her in election."

"It doesn't matter," said Napoleon. "You have great skills! Any girl would want to dance with you! LUCKY!"

"Who are you going to dance with?" asked Pedro.

"Deb," said Napoleon. "Cause she's my girlfriend and all."

"When did you become lovers?"

"After LaFawnduh and Kip's wedding," said Napoleon, "She came back to my house. I made her a sandwich and showed her some more of my dance moves. Then I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes. Then we just kept staring at each other for the next three hours."

"Oh," said Pedro.

"Well, see ya," said Napoleon. Then he ran off toward his math class.

At the end of the day, Napoleon saw a blue envelope sticking out of his locker.

"What the heck?" he said, while opening the envelope.

Inside, there was a letter. The letter read:

Dear Napoleon,

I really like you as more than a friend. I was wondering if you would like to go to the Spring Dance with me. I, like, really like you. So, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, cookie lips.


Summer Wheatley 3

"Cookie lips?" said Napoleon to himself. "Dang! Why couldn't this have happened to Pedro? He's the one who likes her! GOSH!"

He crumpled up the letter and threw it in the trash can.