It Should Be Illegal [ATTN: Miquel, OPEN TAG]

[Amy Baker]

It was two days to prom and Amy was dateless. Being a junior, she was expected to go but she was a female jock...who would even think of asking her to the prom? Though things were going pretty well with Miquel, the run in with Landon kind of made her question everything about herself. It was a one time thing but she couldn't deny the feelings that had cropped up after.

Meanwhile, Kayla and her were getting close and even though Amy hadn't done anything to compromise their friendship, there was no denying that she wanted to. Despite the fact that she didn't know whether or not Kayla was inclined, she sometimes imagined them just fooling around. It got to a point where she couldn't even sleep without seeing Kayla and her together. She wasn't sure if it was Kayla she actually liked or Kayla was just the only image she could conjure up when it came to girls.

Was she gay?

Fliers for prom kept on getting thrust into her face and right beside her locker was a huge prom banner asking: "Who are YOU dancing the night away with?" "Well, banner. I don't know. Why don't YOU choose for me?" She grumbled as she took out her books, unaware of the person standing beside her, looking at her as though she was nuts.

[Miquel Sanchez]

Miquel was going to prom, he just had yet to find the right prom date. Originally he was not going to go, but his dad, was so acting like a mom right now and wanted him to go to prom. So now Miquel had two days to find a date. What woman would be dateless two days before prom. He was waiting on an answer, and if Miquel did not believe in god, he believed now cause right as he said a silent prayer he just so happened to come up beside Amy talking to a banner. he couldn't help but snicker.

"If the banner begins to talk back, let me know cause you might need to see someone about that." He said to her smiling. "Just out of curiosity why are we talking to a banner?" He questions. He finally looked at the banner and felt like a total dunce, cause now it made sense. "Oh..you have no date for prom. That is what you were talking about right. If not then feel free to shut me up right now." He smiled placing a kiss on Amy's forehead.

He leaned against the wall next to the banner and smiled at her. "Looking good Little Baker. So if you don't have a date to prom?" Which Miquel assumed she didn't or else he was sure she would have told him seeing as thought despite the friends with benefits, they were best friends. So he hoped he was assuming correctly. "I am assuming after all so feel free to tell me to shove it and keep my nose to myself..but if you do not have a date..care to go with me?" He asked.

[Amy Baker]

Amy jumped when Miquel's voice came from her left. She laughed before punching him on the shoulder. "You scared me doofus." She said in between her laughter. "We are not talking to the banner." It wasn't even worth explaining as the lightbulb switched on over her best friend's head. Miquel Sanchez wasn't a complete idiot. He knew what Amy was thinking even before she thought it.

The kiss on the forehead had Amy leaning forward, closing her eyes. She loved being taken care of by Miquel and it was little things like the forehead kiss that made her look forward to going to school. As Miquel leaned against the wall with that grin of his, Amy looked down at her tank top and jeans ensemble. It was her every day outfit so she didn't know exactly what looked good about her. Somehow, when Miquel said it, it just sounded good.

"Sanchez, shove it and keep your nose to yourself why don't you?" She grabbed his nose in between her forefinger and thumb and jerked it back and forth teasingly. His invitation came as no surprise but Amy released a sharp laughter when she heard it. "Mickey, I don't think you wanna go with me." She shook her head in amusement. "I'm sure you have your pick of the ladies and you wouldn't want to disappoint them would you?"

Cocking her head slightly to the left, she regarded him with a smile. "Don't kid yourself Mickey." She patted his cheek. "I don't need a pity date. I'll be fine with staying at home and screaming at Ballack making the wrong pass."

[Miquel Sanchez]

"Anyone can scare you, it's not exactly hard to do. You are a fragile girl." He joked laughing rubbing his arm, "You hit hard for a girl." He said laughing since he was once again joking. Sure she hit hard, but Miquel could take a punch. He had been in plenty of fights back in Miami. "Okay so not talking to the banner, why? Was it mean? Are we giving it the silent treatment cause when I walked over here it looked as if you were having a heated discussion with this banner." Sometimes Miquel couldn't help it. He just wanted to see Amy smile so he joked around.

"No matter who I pick I will leave some lady disappointed. Why not pick a lady I enjoy spending my time with. If not then i might have to pick the next girl I talk to. So if you prefer I can ask the next girl who walks through that door,...OR you can just say yes and make my life easier." Miquel winked at her and pulled her close to him smiling. "Besides at least then i know my date would kiss me."

Miquel gave her a look, "Who said anything about a pity date. What if I really just want to go out with a girl I know who will show me a good time and doesn't mind possibly spending most of the night kissing. Who would be a better prom date." HE said smiling, "If you really want to stay home i won't push it, but...even if I do find another date, I would still want you to come along no matter what. Cause you are my first choice as a prom date."

[Amy Baker]

"Oh you take that back!" Amy poked Miquel's steel hard stomach. "You're seriously going to get it tonight. I'm not going to back down this time." She laughed. The laughter grew with Miquel's stupid joke. "Well it was being pushy! You know I don't like being pushed around!"

"You're so full of yourself." The blond chuckled as he went on with his charming ways. Amy squeaked when Miquel pulled her closer. She was used to doing this when they were alone but in school where people were actually walking around, it kind of made Amy extremely uncomfortable.

"Yes, and that's the most important thing. The making out." She chuckled before sliding Miquel's arms off her. "Walk me to class and let me think about it." He couldn't have been more sweet, telling her that she was his first choice. As they walked to her class, they talked about basketball and everything else besides prom even though that was central in Amy's mind.

He had a point. She enjoyed spending time with him and they always had fun making out and doing other stuff. But why did they have to do it at prom? What was the significance? She really didn't care if they did the same thing at home. Where nobody else was around.

But if Miquel wanted her to go, why can't she oblige him, right? So she decided when they finally get to her class. "Okay I'll go. Just don't buy me some stupid corsage okay?" She chuckled.

[Miquel Sanchez]

Miquel smiled, "Tonight. Is that a promise of things to come." Miquel said with a devilish smile. "Being pushed around huh, perhaps I need to see this for myself. Some how I think I could push you around quite a bit." He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He let her go as she pushed him off. He knew she had a thing about PDA. Not that he was planning anything. He would imply and save it for tonight. "Of course I will walk you." he said as he turned to follow next to her.

"He laughed, "Has anyone ever told you, you might be more of a boy then I am." he joked as he ruffled her hair, "Oh little Baker you never cease to amaze me." He said. He was enjoying this whole no strings attached. Sure he liked Amy, was there romantic feelings? maybe but he also knew where to draw the line, they had a physical relation in addition to the friendship and it was just fine.

"Deal no corsage just as long as you don't make me dance to some silly slow song or something. I love my fast music." He was not a big dancer when it came to slow songs. He was better with fast music. He was Hispanic after all and could dance a mean bachatta, "Thanks for agreeing to come. My dad says I should not miss my prom and I wanted to go with a friend. Unless I am keeping you from someone."

[Amy Baker]

Amy smacked Miquel's chest half-heartedly at his comment. "Hush you, sleazy. You're like the eight dwarf that didn't make the cut." The blond junior stuck her tongue out rather childishly. She knew he was used to it. It wasn't like she had to act all mature around her best friend! He would probably ask if she was coming down with fever if she tried.

He was right though. Miquel was one of the only people Amy would ever allow any kind of pushing being done. But even THAT had it's limits. And Miquel should know when to stop. He did know where to stop so she wasn't too worried about that. "Yeah...well, don't advertise." Amy blushed before turning and slipping her hand into Miquel's as they walked to her class.

With a laugh, Amy bumped Miquel lightly, causing them to bump into another person to whom they both apologised to before walking away. The blond junior chuckled at the incident. "Oops. But uh yeah. Didn't you know? I'm the one wearing the pants in this relationship. And come on. We all know anyone could be more of a boy than you are." She chuckled again. The hair ruffling caused Amy to start roughhousing the Silver senior in the middle of the crowded hall and when they sobered up, Amy was laughing uncontrollably as Miquel's hair was messier than hers.

"Oh come on, Miquel...I can't believe you'd ever doubt my amazingness." Amy shook her head in mock disappointment. But she grinned again when he mentioned music. "Dude, if you even think of touching me during the slow dances I would personally see to it that you never dance at all again." She stuck her tongue out again at him so he knew it was a joke.

Amy laughed boisterously when Miquel asked if he was keeping her from someone else. "Oh you know just how to crack me up, Mickey." She was trying to sober from her laughing but the idea was just completely absurd! "I am seriously flattered you think someone else would ask."

[Miquel Sanchez]

"If there had been an eight dwarf like me then it would have been the best dwarf.I mean who could resist me then. Just givethe girls a look...and " Miquel trailed off with a wink. When she bumped him and he hit the other kid he just laughed. Then the rough housing began and he some how ended up on the floor almost. "Hey when did you gain some muscle. We need to talk about this." he joked as he fixed his hair.

"Don't you know not to mess with my hair. It's like my trade mark." He said laughing as he stood up. "I don't mind you wearing the pants. I am man enough to know when to listen to you." He joked. Never would he want to cross Amy. Not that it was an easy thing to do. But still. She was one touch cookie. Its why they made such great friends.

"Noted and filed for later use. Iprefer both mlims intactand other extremities." He looked down and back up with a smile. "Remind me never to piss you off." He told her laughing. "Comeon, why wouldn't someone ask you. I am just glad I asked first." He said to her. Miquel really thought it was other peoples loss for not asking Amy, but it was his gain. "So when shall I pick you up and what color should your flower thing be? Whats it called again? Or since you wear the pants...am I getting the flower thing"

[Amy Baker]

Amy rolled her eyes and scooted away from him. "You're such a douche Mickey." She refrained from sticking her tongue out this time, instead opting to punch him again. "I've just been going easy on you the whole time. I'm thinking of taking up boxing." She punched the air in front of her a few times before turning to him. "Wanna be my sparring partner, stud?" She grinned, holding her fists up in front of her.

"Oh jeez." She laughed, dropping her arms as they started walking again. "Your trademark is your sleaziness, you can count on that." Again, Amy slipped her hand through his arm and pulled him to her class. "Yeah well you better listen to me or else you might just get it again." She poised her hand on his head, just ready to mess it up again if he even thought of messing with her. She wasn't above screwing Miquel over in that sense and he knew that. It was fun to mess with him. He did plenty of that with her so she didn't really see it as such a big deal.

"I'll remind you every day if I have to, dude." They were nearing her class and the bell was about to give out the second warning. She wasn't too worried about it though. "Why? Okay, Miquel. Let's put it this way. I've got muscles in all the wrong places, I've got callouses on my hands and feet, I smell like a boy, I play basketball better than the average guy and when I swear, I make sailors blush. Besides you, what guy would even tolerate me, hmm?"

"Corsage, doofus. And no, no need to get any. Promise me you won't get me anything. Just come over with your sad ass pick up and we'll go from there." Amy wondered if she should call Kayla up to go dress shopping. She knew by then, the good ones were probably already gone but she was sure the sophomore wouldn't mind spending some time with her...would she? They had been getting closer the past few months and Amy really liked the shy and quiet Silver sophomore.

Although it would be kind of funny going dress shopping...if someone had told Amy last week if she had a dress in her wardrobe, she'd laugh at the person for even thinking she had even one girl bone in her body. "Miss Baker, if you're done canoodling with your boyfriend, you'd want to step in class?" Amy burst out in a fit of silent chuckles, hiding behind Miquel who was also laughing, she tried to straighten herself up and looked at her teacher. "He wishes he was my boyfriend, Mrs Aldridge. Bye loser." They did their complicated handshake and she rushed into class with a grin.

[OOC: Wrap or tag to?]