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OMG, the awesomest thing just happened. The dictionary decided to make awesomest

a real word?

OMG, the second awesomest thing just happened.

Supermodel Karina had a swimsuit shoot on the ice caps and got frostbite on her

derriere.

Brr. Yeah, now she's out for night of 100 fashionistas and I'm in.

That means you were their 101st choice.

I know.

Amanda, Rebecca, what's shaking?

Uh, a little too much of you, thanks.

I'm practicing my dancing styles for tomorrow night's school dance. I didn't

know anyone would need more than one.

Of course you do. You gotta know how to dance with every type of girl.

This should be good. Do tell.

Like, with drama girls, you need kind of an artistic thing.

With cheerleaders, you gotta bring it on.

So, Amanda.

Are you going to take a walk on the Wilder side?

Because if you are, I'll work on my socialite stuff.

Sorry, can't.

I'm going to be at Night of 100 Fashionistas.

But if I was going to dance, you'd be doing your not -in -this -lifetime

Dancing styles may change, but the walker rejection is always the same.

Oh, Wilder.

Do you want to talk?

No. Too soon.

Buzz Magazine, Rebecca Harper.

I'm sure Amanda didn't mean it that way.

You know how she is.

I can't wait till tomorrow's dance.

Just think, we'll get to see Mr. Shepard chaperoning all night long. How cool is

that?

This one's mine.

I live for these moments.

So, Wilder, what do you think chaperoning means? It means to party.

Why else would you do it all night long?

You never disappoint.

All right, cheer notes.

I just got word from head office, and this week, Buzz is going to the school

dance.

Please be joking. You know I faint when I hear bad news.

No joke, Michael.

Rebecca, you're going to cover the dance from the typical student's point of

view. Oh, dear.

You'll be amazing.

Nobody's more typical than you.

Noah, I want a 500 -word review of the music at the dance.

Can all those words be lame?

So, DJ, I guess I'm excused from this assignment.

No slobbery showing up at this shindig, right?

Yes, again, gossip guru.

There is plenty of dirt at a school dance.

Amanda, you'll cover fashion, but be

nice. These are your classmates.

But night of 100 fashionistas.

I've already tipped off the paparazzi. See, well, tell them to sit up outside

the cafeteria.

Wilder, your challenge is to find a gaming angle at the dance.

But I'll have too much chaperoning to do.

Yes, you heard me.

Cancel my reservation.

I guess you'll just have to call a night of 99 fashionistas.

of paper on the copier uh 8 .5 by 11 white handwriting on the front looks to

a boy's have you tried reading it yeah right

that would be an invasion of heights my

heart is all a flutter with a pitter -patter sound world world pitter -patter

can't you see what you're doing to me then it ends it sounds like a love song

It's just a song I wrote.

to find gossip at the school dance.

What's the worst that could happen? The prom queen spills punch on her dress?

Whoa. Shirt spillage can cause some serious damage.

That's why I always take off my shirt when I drink punch.

How does that work out for you?

Besides getting dirty looks at the church picnic, not too shabby.

I've come up with the perfect gaming story for the dance.

You know, Princess Peach won't be going.

Sadly. That's why I'm going to dance with as many girls as possible, ask them

ton of questions.

Whoever has the best answer wins a milkshake after the dance with a wild

It's like a game within the dance.

So, you'll bounce from girl to girl, string them all along until you find one

that you deem good enough to share a milkshake with you? Yeah.

I'm going to go pitch it to DJ now.

No.

She'd do it first, then pitch it, in case it doesn't work out.

Thanks. Here's hoping you find school gossip that's not boring.

If I can't find it, I'll make it.

Okay. You make small talk, and I'll get the sound file.

I can't do this. It's too sneaky.

I'm horrible at sneaky. I once tried to play in a surprise party for my dad. I

got so nervous, I ended up screaming surprise two days early.

Rebecca, crushes are a part of a typical school dance.

You're not being sneaky. It's research.

Wow. I can almost buy that.

Wait. You write about fashion.

Why are you doing this? I love sneaky.

Now go.

Yeah, you certainly got that reporter's edge.

Something you wanted to say?

Yes. Um, yes, there was.

Remember when you asked me why Justin Morneau is my favorite player?

Sort of. Why?

Well, I've decided I like Justin Ernest George Morneau, born on May 15th, 1981,

because he has a quick, sweet swing with the ability to hit with both power and

average.

it's true.

You can know too much about Justin Morneau.

Oh, there's the bell. Gotta go.

The bell didn't ring.

Uh, if I wait until it does, I'll be late for sure.

Bye -bye.

Wilder, a minute.

I was thinking about your plan. My plan to turn the school stairs into

skateboarding ramps?

You plan to dance with as many girls as possible?

Oh, yeah.

That's good, too.

How are you going to keep track of all the girls' answers?

All up in the dome, dude, where the answer is safe from everyone.

Including yourself.

What does that mean?

What did you have for breakfast?

Easy. I had a... Well, my shirt was off, so there must have been some colored

liquid. Then I had, um, food.

And that's why you should use questionnaires.

That's proof.

so you won't forget what the girl said.

Me likey.

Just for that, you get to ride on the skateboarding stairs first.

That sounds super for someone else.

Welcome, welcome. Let's get started right away.

Who here has ever heard the name Bill McKinney? Oh, oh, I have.

Before Mr. Shepard said it just now.

Never mind.

Bill McKinney was a journalist who was sitting on a huge story. The problem

to tell that story, he'd have to betray someone who confided in him as a friend,

not as a journalist.

What did he do?

He did the right thing.

Blabbed on a friend, then took him shopping?

An Argyle vest does not make up for blabbing about the incident.

Then stop kissing your Kelly Clarkson picture where I can see you.

He never told the story.

I thought it was the journalist's job to always get the story.

Journalism is about ethics.

Many people believe it is unethical to gather information in a sneaky way.

No way. You tell the story no matter who gets hurt.

Like me, with my snowboarding wipeout. I still wrote about it when the

concussion cleared.

Would you ever use underhanded methods to get a story, Rebecca?

Sometimes it may be, you know, okay.

Then other times it... Surprise!

Noah's song is the most romantic song ever.

You gotta hear it.

I've made a decision.

Good for you. A little makeup is gonna do you wonders.

I'm not going to listen to Noah's song. It's private.

You're right.

Besides, I'd rather hear it when he sings it in person.

Well, that's going to be awkward since he'll be singing outside my window.

FYI, he's not going to be singing for me outside your window.

Why would he write a song for you?

Okay, that's it. I'll see you guys tonight, and don't forget your dancing

I can't believe you think this song is about you.

Please, I've memorized your gentle scent. It's about you. I have a gentle

That cream isn't a scent, nor is it gentle.

I count on your sweet smile when my soul is spent. Face it, you only smile when

you see someone make a fashion faux pas.

I guess he wrote that line while I was looking at you.

Look, we need to figure out who Noah's singing about so you can start your

grieving process.

You're probably right.

We'll do it at the school dance. It'll be the perfect opportunity.

And, BTW, don't go overboard on the dress. This isn't prom.

Thanks, but you're not the only one who knows fashion.

Baba, it's down the crinoline.

We're going in a different direction.

Well, if it isn't my favorite wallflower.

If it isn't my favorite wise guy.

I'm glad you're here. I thought I was the only grown -up with nothing to do on

Friday night.

I had things to do tonight, Shepard.

Those things just happened to be eat ice cream, watch The Notebook, and pretend

I'm Rachel McAdams.

No way. I was going to do the same thing.

But as Ryan Gosling.

That makes you feel better.

Ew.

You just ruined the movie forever.

Thanks for the dance and answering my seemingly random questions.

Maybe I'll see you later, Wilder.

He prefers chocolate shakes to strawberries.

Maybe you will, emo girl. Maybe you will. So, how goes the plan?

Lousy. The school board says that skateboard ramps on the stairs are a

hazard.

Girls, milkshake article, bat plan?

Oh, bat plan's going.

I've danced with three girls, one's a no, one's a maybe, and the third is a

definite if her dad lets her.

Maybe, maybe I should hold on to those. You wouldn't want to lose any.

That's why I love you, man. I'm always looking out for the wildin'. And the

contestant is?

Foreign exchange student.

Hey, yuck max!

Why do you think so? I'm looking out for him.

I can't do this to a friend.

Who am I kidding?

Chelsea Chang?

I'm looking for a Chelsea Chang?

You need to know that you're being played.

My first impression is that the students at this dance have a certain style.

Delete, delete.

Walking towards me is exactly why I should never pick dare over truth.

Very funny, Amanda.

So I'm here. What's our plan to figure out who Noah Song's about?

We don't need a plan.

I just need to talk to a boy and he spills his guts.

I once got a boy to confess his crush simply by asking the time.

Yeah, well, I once got a man on a bus to stop snoring on my shoulder simply by

asking him to wake up.

No, you didn't.

I could have, but he looks so peaceful.

And that is why I'm in charge.

Why don't you look at your watch?

Oh,

look at me, wearing a watch.

I guess I forgot because I have so much on my mind.

Hey, maybe you could help me.

I'm having trouble defining my scent.

What do you think?

Sorry, I'm getting his wrist.

Awesome answer.

Look at Wilder.

He's really pitter -pattering that girl's heart.

Why'd you just say that?

No reason. No reason at all. Oh, just tell us who the darn song is about.

What song?

You know what song.

Sweet Smile, Gentle Scent.

You listened to my song? When?

How'd you get it?

I need a caboose for this baby.

Choo -choo, count me in.

I have the headline.

James duped at school dance.

Now, for the cover shot, I was thinking along the lines of an atomic wedgie.

Female girl, cheerleader, bookworm, drama queen, vegan.

Foreign exchange student?

Why are you all looking at me with rage?

Mind explaining, Wilder?

Mind explaining to all of us?

I spill a lot. So instead of stating a clean shirt, I... Oh.

How could you?

You were the one who said to do the story no matter who gets hurt.

What do I know? I had a concussion?

So what have you been teaching my little journals this week?

Ethics. Not the Bill McKinney story.

What? It's a good story.

It's a lame story.

So Bill McKinney didn't rat on his friend. Another reporter, one with guts,

filed the story and won a Pulitzer. And he hurt an innocent person.

Grow up, Shepard.

Buzz is a teen magazine. Who could get hurt?

You won't get away with this, Wilder. Explain yourself, Wilder.

You were saying?

So, do you hate my guts?

I prefer to leave your innards out of this.

Do you know what's most weird to me?

That you would listen to my song.

Amanda,

I get, but you?

Why'd you do it?

Promise not to laugh.

Okay. Can I smirk? No.

Okay, here goes.

I've never been to a dance before.

Which means I've never danced with a boy before, unless you kept the hokey pokey

in kindergarten.

I said no smirking.

It's more of a wry smile.

But if I knew your song was about me, then that would mean my story wouldn't

about how I went to my first dance and nobody even noticed.

The song isn't about you.

Amanda!

Not Amanda either.

It's about Evangeline Lilly.

A little old for you, don't you think?

It's my little sister's guinea pig.

That would explain the line about the wood pit bed.

The only way she'd agree not to watch her topsy -turvy DVD again is if I wrote

song just for her.

Oh, so I see.

Well, I better get home and write my article on what not to do at a dance.

Before you go,

would you like to dance?

I thought you'd never ask.

But if you put either foot in or out, I'm ditching you on the dance floor.

Sometimes a girl's just got to shake it all about.

I can explain.

Honest.

We're listening. How many of us did you think you could date? No.

The post -date milkshake is a time -honored tradition.

It's a perfect way for a dude and a girl to end the night.

And the questionnaires were to make sure it remained perfect.

For you.

Dirty dog.

No.

The questions I asked were to make sure I was right for the girl.

I didn't want to end the night on a bummer note because we didn't click.

Aww.

That's the cutest thing ever.

What? No, that's not cute. It's bad.

Turn on him. I have a story to get.

Turn on him. You set us up and hurt this adorable boy.

Abort story.

I repeat, abort story. Get him.

Get him!

Just so you know, some people have actually compared me to Ryan Gosling. I

They say compared to Ryan Gosling, you're a real goof. Oh, why must you

this way?

You know what?

Even though I'm missing night of a hundred fashionistas, this night was

okay. Yeah.

And who knew you could find better gossip at a school dance than at any

celebrity's foray?

Too bad that gossip happens to be a flock of females gives Boy Reporter

wedgie.

So, what are you going to tell readers about the typical school dance?

That it was way better than typical.

It was almost perfect.

Tell me about it.

Ladies, who's up for milkshakes?

Yeah, I am.

Astra.