Sidney had a lot of friends that were girls, so that gave him a few options as to who he would take to the dance. He had debated it overnight, he was pretty sure Marina liked Jake. It was a safe enough assumption to think she was going to be going with him.

Then there was Kayla. She was pretty and nice, but he had the oddest feeling that she didn't like him. She seemed to be avoiding him and he hadn't not seen her much. That left Angel. He didn't want to think of his picking her as a process of elimination.

In fact, he had the most fun with Angel. so going to the dance with her was the best choice. The two could have epic fun time at the dance. Maybe he could teach her how to walk on her hands. If she caught on quick, then they could try and dance on their hands.

He played with the pudding cup in his hands. He had two cups. One was vanilla and the other was banana. He wasn't sure which kind Angel would rather have, he'd offer her both when she got here.

He also had a flower set out on the table to give to her. He kept it far away from him since flowers usually made him sneeze. What if he gave it to her and sneezed in her face.

He sniffed himself to make sure he smelled decent. He didn't want to ask her to do the dance with him if he smelled like a sweaty sock.He had a friend named Bertha that always smelled like chicken. Sidney liked smelling her, but most people avoided her. Once he sprinkled hot sauce on her and she made extra good. For some reason, people avoided her even more. He needed to try hot sauce in pudding. Then again he guessed it wasn't good when you sniffed a person and got hungry.

He decided he smelled good enough. He smelled like soap and apples. He wasn't actually sure where the apple smell came from since his shampoo was vanilla scented. Maybe while he was sleeping, someone rubbed apples on him.

He wasn't sticky from apple juice so he disregard this theory. Maybe he just naturally smelled like apples. He wondered what Angel smelled like today. The last time he had smelled her, she had smelled like soda.

Okay. Yes. Angel could totally do this. She could look Sidney in the eyes and not pass out.Yes, Angelica Winifred Harman was perfectly capable of looking right into those blue eyes and not hyperventilate, faint, babble, or any sort of action that would embarrass herself in any way. She was absolutely determined to... Not that she'd even been thinking about Sid all too much. No, he was only in her thoughts every other second in passing. So why was she so worried about being able to hold a civilized conversation without having her heart beat so fast it might race right out of her chest?

... Well, that was a matter to worry about later, because right now she had to mentally prepare herself for this. It wasn't that it was a big deal, she just wanted to... well... okay, so maybe it was a big deal. Angel had to admit she was a bit nervous, what with Sid having asked her to come specifically tonight. Was he going to tell her to clear off? They had been hanging out quite a bit, and honestly the dark haired girl could say that she felt very different when she was around Sid, and she was fairly sure it was in a good way. But with her being so open, so free, so herself when she was around him, did he find that he didn't really like her all that much? Devastating. The demigoddess made one last attempt to steel herself before entering the mess hall, closing her eyes and sighing, rolling her shoulders before she entered and looked around for Sid's familiar stature.

Spotting him, Angel instantly felt a smile creep up on her, plastering itself in all it's idiotic glory as she skipped strolled over to where he was. The pudding was new. There was something else that was new, but she didn't manage to spot that. Instead she gave a small wave and grin combo, along with a "Hey Sid!" Realizing that she probably sounded giddy, nervous, and just plain annoying, the sixteen year old let her hand drop to her side, and found that her shoes were incredibly interesting just now.

"So what did you wanna see me about?" she asked, her eyes still on her feet and her face still tomato-esque. Wow, had that spot always been on her shoe?

A huge smile broke out on his face when Sidney saw Angel. He usually always had a smile on his face, but it seemed to come more easily with Angel. It was like he couldn’t help but smile when she was around.

“Angel!” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. One of the things Sid loved about hugging people, was that he could smell them without it being weird. He place his face in her hair and inhaled while holding her taking in her scent. Vanilla, he loved the smell of vanilla.

“You smell nice. I like the smell of vanilla. Sometimes when I eat vanilla pudding I just smell it for a few minutes before eating it. I don’t really smell the other flavored puddings. What things do you like to smell? I also like the smell of cherries. I don’t like eating cherries though. My friend Bertha once dared me to eat a hundred cherries and I puked them all up. I can’t stand the taste of them anymore.” He wrinkled his nose and realized he had been holding her this whole time.

He let go of her and grabbed the pudding cup and flower off the table. He rarely got nervous, but he had to admit his heart was beating a little faster now that he was asking her to the dance. He wasn’t sure why. After all, she was a really good friend, so why should he be worried if she said yes or no? She might even have a boyfriend she’d rather go with. The thought made him a little sad. If she had a boyfriend, then she might spend less time with him and then he’d have to eat pudding on his own. Sure he had other friend, but was his favorite.

“I got you some pudding and a flower. I wasn’t sure what kind of flowers you liked. I mean you’re a Demeter kid. You must be like an expert on flowers. You probably like some exotic rare flower, and this is just a pitful tulip. I like tulips, because they look like cups and I often wonder what would happen if they made edible tulips made ouf of sugar, filled with pudding. Do you like it? I’ll take it back if you don’t, although I won’t be able to plant it back in the ground, which means it will die. I can also get you a different kind of pudding if you don’t like this flavor. I have a lot of different flavors in my cabin.” He looked into her dark brown eyes and a funny little flutter went up in his belly. Was he hungry? He looked up at his stomach and rubbed it.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’d like to go to the dance with me? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean, if there is someone else you’d rather go with, that’s okay. But I think we’d have fun together. We could dance and I can teach you how to walk on your hands. He reached for her hands.

“You have very nice hands for walking on. I have a friend named Bertha and she doesn’t have very good hand walking hands. She also has weak upper body strength, but I suspect you have good upper body strength.” Sidney had no real view on personal space. Why else were humans given hands if they weren’t meant to touch. He reached out to touch Angel’s arm to see what muscle tone she had.

“So, will you go to the dance with me?” He held up the pudding cup and gave her puppy dog eyes. It was how got what he wanted back at home. “Please, I’ll promise we’ll have lots of epic fun, and lots of pudding.” As he was looking at her he had the urge to bring her into another hug.

He liked hugging her. He could hug her forever if he could, but it wasn’t possible, because eventually one or both of them would have to go use the bathroom. He gave in none the less and pulled her into another hug. She was so soft and warm, like a life size teddy bear. He had a teddy bear, but it was much more fun hugging her. The primary reason being, teddy bears had no heartbeat. When he hugged her, he could feel her heartbeat against his chest. It was soft and steady. “You have a nice heartbeat. It sounds like a drum. Boom, boom, boom. Does my heart sound like a drum?”

*consent and such*