She Loves Me.....Not?

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"I really wish you'd stop." said Christina, marching up the stairs of the high school. It was the beggining of the day, and Christina was being fallowed up the stairs by Zack. The two of them were in the high school's uniforms, and Christina's long hair was down and out. She often did that when in disguise, and it worked well. She parted it on the right and tucked it behind her hair when it wasn't up in a pony tail. Somehow she managed not to step on it when she went up the stairs, too.

"C'mon!" yelled Zack, climbing up after her. "Admit it!" He grabbed her hand, flipping her backwards so she looked at him.

"Admit what? You've been telling me to 'admit it' for the past day and I don't even have any idea what you're talking about!" yelled Christina, snatching her hand away.

"Admit you love being Queen and having me, your lovable husband, as King." he said, bowing. Christina crossed her arms and sighed.

"It's a play, Zack. For some reason only you don't understand that." she said, glaring. "And the only reason you got that part was because you're a doofus." She turned around and climbed up the stairs. Standing at the top was Will, dressed up like a poorly made caterpiller, and the play director.

"Ah! Christina, Zack, we've been waiting for you!" said the play director, happily clapping her hands. Christina stared blankly at Will, and Zack smiled largely.

"Costumes!?" asked Zack, pushing past Christina and looking starry eyed at the director. The director nodded, smileing, and Zack gasped and hugged himself.

"I hate you..." mumbeled Will, glareing at Zack and then at the director.

"Christina, we have a BEAUTIFUL gown for you to wear and a STUNNING crown!" said the play director, leaping down the stairs and grabbing Christina's hands.

"No you don't." said Christina, as she was pulled up the stairs. The play director must not have heard her because she just continued on her way and brought Christina in the room next to the stairs, with Zack fallowing like a duckling. Will stood there, shakeing back and forth.

"Can't...... move...." he said, hopping to try to turn. He yelled as he fell to the floor, wiggleing like a rolly-polly on it's back.

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Christina looked at herself in the mirror before her. She was in a gown, a red one from the play director's prom, with millions of white hearts sewed onto it. The sleves were red and thin, and they fell onto their arms in strands. The chest was cutt into sort of a heart-shape across her chest, not showing off to much clevage. The dress just hit the floor, and dragged just a little. She had a plastic tiara in her hands, which probably was suppose to be her crown.

She fixed the chest, looking at herself in the mirror. She felt a bit uncomfortable, because she had never been in a dress before other than when she was a baby. The most she wore were skirts which usually had leggings or shorts on under them. She turned from one side view to the next, looking at the dress on her from different angles. She concluded that it looked like a night gown, and really wasn't in her time frame. But there really was nothing she could do about that.

For Christina, Will, and Zack, their parts were volentary. In fact, most of the actors got their parts based on looks. Most of the actors were, also, very good and qualified to play the part of Alice. The Director called it a "real wonderland" because all of the actors were attractive. The only person who got a part based on their attitude was Zack. Christina got the part of the queen, changing the steriotypical Alice in Wonderland queen from being a fat, loud, broad to a beautiful, grim, "temptress" (or as the play director called it).

"Are you done yet?!" whined Will, pushing the curtain open and stepping inside without even knowing, or careing, if she was dressed yet. Christina sighed, turning around. Will had made her jump a little, and she was thankful that he cought her fully dressed.

"Yes." she said, aggrivated, turning around to face Will, Zack, and the director.

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Zack felt his face flush red. He had known Christina for a long time, and he never saw her dressed like this. She looked..... amazing..... truely amazing. The dress wasn't all that great, but on her.... now that made a difference. He kept his eyes on her, but his mind went to a totally different place unknown to him.

There he stood... on an empty ball room floor. He looked around. It was only him, standing in a black suit. Music played an ellegant tune, but there was no band. The room was lit up, even though there were no lights, and outside was a purple sky with white dots and a full moon.

He looked at the ceiling. Upon it were painted clouds and golden surroundings. Something flashed in his eyes. He looked ahead of him across the room, ajusting his eyes. The room was totally white, except for a blurry figure in the distance. It had it's back to him, but he could see her beauty. She was wearing a strapless, golden gown with multiple layers and white, glittering trims. It flowed out wider than the girls thin, fit body. He noticed her hair. it was black as night and turned purple in the light. It was pulled up into a large, curly updo. Somewhat like a bun, but no where near that. It was beautiful.

The blurry figure turned to face him. He couldn't make out her face, but he saw that her hair had a large section of a almost long bang that she parted on the right and pinned back into her updo. He focused his eyes, as the room began to come in again. And then she eventually became a clear, gorgeous picture. Could it be?

It was. Christina Heartz. His mouth dropped, as he stared at her wide-eyed. He didn't know what to say, but his silence brought her smile. And what a smile it was. It gave Zack shivers up his back and neck. She had NEVER smiled at him before, especially not like that. Heck, he never even saw her smile at WILL before.

Christina put her hand out, obviously wanting Zack to come over and dance with her. Zack gulped. He didn't know what to do at first... then he smiled, and began to walk... it wasn't long before that man stepped in and took Christina's hand, kissing her hand and taking her away from Zack. That man was Will.

"YOU IDIOT! WHEN I TALK TO YOU YOU ANSWER!" yelled Will in Zack's ear, shaking his fists. Reality had finally came back to Zack, and Christina was not smileing at him anymore or wearing that gorgeous golden gown with her hair pulled up. Oh, no. She was now glairing at him with her arms crossed and her side leaned against the wall of the small, portable dressing room. Zack jumped at the sound of Will, putting his hands over his ears.

"Don't get all steamed up over people not laughing at your jokes, Will." said Christina, turning around and jerking the curtain shut. Zack staired, blushing a little at his once fantasy. Will looked at him, crossing his arms. Will now realized EXACTLY what Zack was thinking... and Will decided to take this opportunity to break his heart. Will loved picking on Zack and playing pranks on him, but this would be the master off all pain. And if Zack had a broken heart he wouldn't ignore Will anymore. It was perfect! A master plan. First step, make Zack think that Will wants to get him and Christina together. Second step, make Zack think that Christina isn't interested. Third step, get Christina to hate him. Fourth step, seduce Christina and have Zack walk in on it. And then flaunt Christina around with him. Fith step, make Zack think that Christina hates him. And finally clean up the whole thing and go back to normal. It was perfect. For today, until he can put together his master plan, he'd embarris Zack.... of course, Christina was in there changging....

Will, casually stepped behind Zack, who was still in a daze, stareing at the curtain in hopes that Christina would walk out and give him a big kiss. He was totally oblivious to Will. Will stood directly behind Zack, putting his hands in his pockets and whistleing. He, out of nowhere, jerked his pelvic forward and slammed it back into Zack, pushing him into the dressing room curtains and into the dressing room. Zack finally landed on his chest, stomic, and hands on someting he couldn't identify. His eyes were closed, and finally when he opened them he was pressed up against Christina, his current crush, who was now in only her underwear, was pressed up against the mirror behind her, with the whole dressing room leaned against the wall. He noticed that he was just a little taller than Christina, and the top of her head came up to just above his brow. His right cheek was on her face, and he noticed that he head was slanted the same way his was, and she sides of their faces were on eachother's. He then felt something different in his hands. Not flat like her stomic would have been. Christina opened her eyes, looking directly into his. Such beauty it had. What a shade of green. But that was irrellevant at the moment. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she looked down at Zack's hands. Zack looked down too to the mystery place his hands were. When he looked down, it didn't exactly regester that he should move right away. Both of his large, manly hands were pressed up against BOTH of her breasts.

Christina didn't do anything at first, then out of nowhere she let out a loud, girl scream and slapped him. That scared him a great deal. He flew back shifting the weight of the dressing room the opposite way, and sending it, and the two of them, back onto the floor.

Zack kept his eyes closed, feeling a body pressed up against his chest and breatheing heavily. It was dark, like a casket. Pitch black, it was. He then noticed that his arms were wrapped around Christina, protectively. He blushed again, keeping them around her. For once in his life, he didn't feel like a third wheel. And he didn't feel like a loser, like he knew he was. He felt manly. And, nearly nakid or not, he loved having Christina in his arms.