‘Cog, not now, Taking back Sunday, nah, Dead letter circus, why not’, I mumbled to myself as I flicked through the shuffled list on my iPod for a good song. I continued to look from my feet to my right, for some odd reason, I had a feeling something was going to happen.

I was right. Before I could focus on what was happing I found myself sandwiched between someone and the sidewalk. I opened my eyes and nearly shat myself as I saw who it was. I just lay there in shock, looking into his eyes, until I realised that he was on top of me and there was someone standing behind him.

‘Shit, sorry, here let me help you up’, he muttered look rather embarrassed as he rolled off and stood up, holding his hand out.

‘Yeah, thanks’, I laughed, smiling, taking his hand.

‘My names…’ Tom tried, but I shook my head.

‘Tom Felton, I know, my best friend has been obsessing about you all week’, I smiled, and he looked slightly taken aback at my response but seemed to regather his senses fairly quickly.

‘Oh ok, and may I ask yours?’ I laughed stupidly nodding, realising he had no idea who I was.

‘Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m Jaimee Mortimer’, I looked at his face the whole time to watch it change from a smile to a surprised look, totally confusing me.

‘Oh, yeah, I remember, from that letter you sent me’, he just smiled, completely oblivious.

‘hate to burst your bubble, but I’ve never sent to a letter’, I muttered, looking at him apologetically.

‘Really?’ he mumbled, ‘I could have sworn…what school you go to?’

‘I don’t go to school, I work full time now’, I smiled.

‘What school did you go to?’ he smiled, hoping to get to the bottom of the confusion.

‘I went to Lesmurdie Senior High?’ I answered.

‘Yeah, it was either you, or someone who hated you?’ he shook his head trying to remember who had sent the letter involving her name. ‘Ashley or something?’

‘Ashley Taylor?’ I laughed.

‘Yeah, that’s it!’ he exclaimed happily.

‘Yeah, she hates me’, I beamed.

‘Ok, Tom, man, don’t mean to knock you out of dream land but can we possibly get going?’ The guy I had noticed behind Tom looked rather irritated.

‘Was nice to meet you’, I smirked, as Tom headed off, waving at me as I turned around and continued my trek to Laani’s.

It was a week after I had run into Tom, and it seemed to be the only thing I could think off. His eyes were amazing and I had never seen anything like them. It clicked just then. I still hadn’t told Laani. I reached over my bed to my bedside table and tore the phone off of the receiver and dialled in Laani’s number. I looked at the screen waiting to see connecting before I put it to my ear.

‘Hello?’ Laani yawned.

‘Hey’, I laughed.

‘Hey Jay, what’s up?’ she cheered as I sat on my bed. I looked from the ceiling to the floor then at my feet before I asked the question.

‘Well, last week when I was walking to your house…’ I paused and I could here her moving, it meant she was heading into her room, ‘I bumped into some one, guess who?’ I finished cautiously. I wasn’t sure whether I should actually tell her or not, she could get over excited sometimes.

‘Who, you know I hate guessing’, Laani snapped, as I started laughing.

‘You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you’, I grinned.

‘Uh, Tom Felton?’ Laani guessed.

‘Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner’, I exclaimed.

‘Nah, you’re lying’, Laani laughed before stopping, realising that I was telling the truth.

‘Nope’, I snorted hoping she would see the lighter side of the story rather than the part where I had forgotten to tell her. ‘Ashley Taylor is a complete bitch, she sent him a letter telling him she hated me’.

‘She didn’t’, Laani screeched, ‘Bitch. And how did you bump into him?’

‘Well he and his friend were walking backwards for some retarded reason’, I started, ‘and I was looking at my iPod, then naturally, we fell ass up’, I chortled as I heard Laani laughing along with.

‘Serious, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, my best friend, chatting up Tom Felton’, Laani squealed.

‘I didn’t chat him up, I mean god, I’m not some whore that… hold five, my mobile’s going off’, I murmured. ‘S’later’.

‘Bye, Sweetie’, Laani smiled before we hung up. I put down the phone and started looking for my mobile. Strangely enough, I found it under the bed.

‘Got it’, I shouted in triumph before doing a little dance around my room. Looking at my phone I realized it was just a text message. It read:

Hey, long time no talk, I’m at your friends place, come on over, later days, Tom F

I put my mobile in my jean pocket and grabbed my Black billabong jumper and headed out the front door, the thought of why he was at Laani’s not even bothering to reach my central thought zone. I reached Laani’s place and found a sleek black BMW parked in the driveway. No one in Laani’s family owned a BMW they couldn’t afford it.

‘Door I got it’, I heard Laani shout as I heard her come running down the stairs to the hall to answer the door. The door opened.

‘Oh, it’s just you’, Laani said a bit disappointed.

‘Oh, I missed you to, Love, sure I’d like to come in’, I laughed sarcastically. ‘I got a message from a certain gentleman to come here, so here I am’, I looked at Laani for an answer but it seemed that Laani had froze.

‘What?’ Laani asked, confused. ‘You didn’t say anything about him getting you’re number?’ she was going into over drive. ‘You said nothing about giving him your mobile number’, Laani looked like she was having a heart attack.

‘Laani, calm down, I didn’t. Can I come in?’ I asked.

‘Oh, yeah, sorry’, she moved to let me in and then walked me into the living room.

‘Oh hey, you told me so much about your friend, I’d thought I’d come meet her’, Tom smiled his usual smile.

‘Uh, I told you nothing about my friend’, I grumbled, ‘Let alone what her name was or where she lived’.

‘I did a little searching’, he noticed I wasn’t smiling and stopped smiling himself.

‘Uh huh, and my reason for being here…’ I queried.

‘Oh, yeah, I wanted to see if your friend wanted to go out with me?’ he looked like he was having trouble smiling about it. Was he for real?

‘Ok, that’s nice and well, but yet again, my reason for being here?’ I asked, getting rather irritated that the blond haired twat had wasted my time.

‘Because…’ he was trying to find an excuse.

‘Because his friend wants to go out with you’, Laani snapped, looking rather desperate.

‘Well then, why didn’t he come and ask me?’ this was beginning to get ridiculous.

‘I don’t know’, Tom sighed.

‘Jaimee, just go get ready okay, Tom, where are we going?’ Laani asked; turning to him with the widest smile I had ever seen on her.

‘Uh, I can’t really tell you, all I know is its formal dress’, he flashed a smile at me then a sweet smile at Laani.

‘At least tell me where it’s at?’ I grumbled, folding my arms, glaring at Laani then at him. He seemed to be deep in thought before something occurred to him.

‘It’s pretty far out, it might be an idea to pack an over night bag’, he smiled, standing up, grabbing his phone out of his pocket.

‘You think…’ I started, just beginning my rant when Laani jumped in front of me.

‘Sure’, she practically yelled, ‘Pick us up at 6?’ He nodded, then left.

I turned to look at Laani’s mother who just sat on the couch and shrugged at me as if to say she had no idea either, and she wasn’t going to be the one to stop her daughter from going.

‘Uh, Laani?’ I groaned, knowing that her mother was leaving it to me to take the blows. ‘Hey, Laani?’

‘Yo?’ she shouted from upstairs.

‘When did she go upstairs?’ I whispered to her mother. She yet again shrugged telling me in simple terms that when it came to anything to do with Tom Felton she did not and would not bother trying to figure it out.

I sighed softly before cautiously making my way upstairs. I nearly fell back down as the corridor was overflowing with clothes. ‘Laani, precious? What on earth are you doing?’

‘I don’t have a dress, I don’t own dresses, I’ve never liked dresses, oh my, god Jaimee, I don’t have a dress, I don’t own dresses’, Laani screamed, throwing more and more clothes out of her room then I had ever imagined she owned.

‘Laani…sweety, you can borrow one of mine…’ I paused, as Laani looked at me, looking rather crazy, ‘But only if you listen to me’.

‘Okay, anything’, she said rather quickly before darting to her bed and sitting down, all her attention focused on me. Great.

‘I don’t think…’ I paused again as Laani’s smile started to fade, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be the reason she was sad, ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea that you don’t own a dress’.

‘Oh my god’, she snapped happily, ‘I thought you were going to be all like ‘It’s not a good idea to go through with this’, I would have disowned you forever’, she laughed, not realising how close she actually was to disowning me. I smiled softly.

I sighed awkwardly as Laani flung herself at my wardrobe as we entered my room.

‘Can I have this one?’ Laani screamed happily, ripping out the dress I had bought specifically for an ex best friends birthday party.

‘Sure’, I smiled, wanting it gone anyway. Laani screamed quietly to herself before leaping at me. I ducked quickly out of the way, much to her dismay and smiled sheepishly. ‘Go get ready, Laani’.

‘Oh, yeah’, she laughed, racing out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear her scream once again as she closed the door.

I sighed, frustrated. What do you wear to something that you don’t want to go to, because of the person that’s going?

‘That one’, someone muttered from behind me. I turned to find Laani, looking rather guilty. How on earth did she get back here without making a single noise?

‘I thought you were getting dressed?’ I asked rather shocked.

‘I…’ she paused, looking from me to the floor then back at me, ‘I never once asked whether you were okay with this’.

‘You think?’ I snapped, before smiling softly.

‘I’m sorry’, she whined, making me smile wider.

‘Laani?’ I laughed finally, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. ‘This is something you want to do, and whether I like it or not, it’s something you need to do. And I’m not going to let you go alone anyway, friends don’t do that’.

‘Are you sure?’ she moaned, looking at the dress in her hands. ‘You can always call him and tell him we can’t make it?’

‘Okay, you said that knowing that you’re in between me and my phone, right?’ I joked, indicating to my phone on my bedside table across the other side of the room.

‘Well, yeah, kind of’, she smiled sheepishly and I just laughed and turned away.

‘Exactly’, and I went back to looking for a rather nice looking dress.

‘That one’, Laani whispered in my ear pointing to the wall beside my wardrobe. Only she and I knew what was hidden in there.

‘You sure?’ I questioned looking over my shoulder at her.

‘You’re not in school anymore, where on earth are you going to wear it?’ she smiled, knowing that she had me sold at the bare mention of it.

‘Okay’, I smiled as she quickly made her exit so that I could have a single moment with the dress I had spent thousands on for my school formal.

I pushed all my clothes to one end of the wardrobe away from the end with the dress, and climbed in side, pulling on the little board that I had planted there. It came away smoothly, revealing a white box, covered in a small amount of dust. Grunting, I pulled the box out and laid it on my bed.

I slowly peeled the lid of the box off and laid it on the bed beside. Unfolding the tissue paper surrounding the dress, I sighed as I laid my eyes on the dress for the first time since I bought it. It was an angel white, strapless dress. It seemed ordinary from the back, but as soon as anybody laid eyes on the front they just melted.

The dress was a slim fitting dress, but wasn’t a tight fabric. It basically clung in all the right places, something people pay thousands, like I had, to get. The front of the dress had a yellowy hue added due to a rather fashionable mesh effect at the waist, fanning up and down from there, dropping down in a trail type thing, fading out long before it reached the bottom of the dress.

Mum pulled up to the curb, allowing Laani and myself to climb out gracefully with our ‘overnight bags’ in hand, before taking off. She had had a mommy moment at home and was afraid of having another one in public.

‘You ready for this?’ I laughed stupidly to Laani as I noticed a rather nice looking BMW, not the same as the one earlier, but similar, parked in the driveway.

‘Are you?’ she muttered, still feeling guilty that she had coaxed me into wearing the dress and for dragging me a long.

‘Let’s go’, I sighed, taking hold of her hand, hitching up my dress with the other hand and leading the way up to her front door.

‘Mum’, Laani called out as she opened the door softly.

‘In here, honey’, was the only reply as Laani looked back at me, rather worried. I squeezed her hand reassuringly and followed her into the lounge room.

‘You look…’ someone gasped, and I noticed it was Tom, ‘absolutely amazing’.

‘Thank you’, Laani gushed, smiling at him. I smiled, rather embarrassed as I noticed him look away from me to look at Laani and smile.

‘You’re welcome’, he laughed, holding his arm out like a gentleman. ‘Shall we go?’ Tom seemed anxious to leave.

‘Yes, let’s go’, a voice I hadn’t heard before sighed, before the owner made them selves known.

‘Jason, right?’ I smiled, recognising the irritated guy that had been with Tom when I ran into him.

‘Yeah’, he smiled softly, almost cutely. He held his arm out to me, almost as gentlemanly as Tom had, but a little more nervous.

‘Relax’, I whispered in his ear as I took his arm.

‘I wasn’t sure whether you guys would feel comfortable in a limo, so I just brought my car, yeah?’ Tom smiled at his comment. Was he really the type of celebrity I was thinking of?

‘It’s all good’, I smiled back, not knowing how else to react to anything. Laani just laughed before following Tom outside to where his rather shiny BMW sat calmly in the driveway. ‘How much did that set you back?’

‘Just about fourteen thousand’, he replied, standing back and smiling proudly at it. I felt Jason’s hand squeeze mine and I looked oddly up at him. He seemed to look oddly disturbed by something.

‘Shall we?’ he muttered, walking me over and opening the back door. I smiled politely before gathering my dress up and getting into the car gracefully.

‘You know she practiced that for nearly ten minutes while we were at her house’, Laani blurted out. My leg twitched ever so slightly as the car door closed. I had practiced but only once or twice and it hadn’t taken ten minutes. If you counted the exit’s that I practiced as well, and then maybe it was ten minutes.

‘Really?’ was Tom’s surprised reply. I nodded my head numbly, trying to find a clear reason for why my best friend was blabbing rather embarrassing moments out ever so randomly. Tom threw our bags into the boot before jumping into the driver’s seat.