A Cinderella Story Page #3

- I don't think I can eat anything here.

- But...

I have the feeling I won't be able

to get a Zone meal here.

- I already ate.

- Laxatives don't qualify as a food group.

- Surprised you didn't know that.

- Stop it.

Well, if it isn't diner girl.

- What can I get you guys?

- What can I get here that has no sugar...

...no carbs and is fat-free?

- Water.

- Water? Feisty.

- Was that supposed to be a joke?

It was funny.

- I'll have a Voss.

- Excuse me?

- It's water. From Norway.

- She's the worst.

- Sorry, we only have water from the Valley.

- Oh, well, then I'll have an iced tea.

Make that two.

And I'm still waiting...

...on that breakfast burrito, diner girl.

- See you.

- Thank you.

- She is so not getting a tip.

Shelby, we really need to talk.

Privately.

Anything you say to me,

you can say in front of my peeps.

Okay.

I wanna break up.

What?

That was harsh.

- Are you in love with somebody else?

- I think so.

- No way.

- What? Who, bro?

I don't know.

- But we can still be...

- Don't say the word "friends. "

Fortunately for you, I'm gonna overlook

this mental breakdown of yours.

Look, just chill out. We're gonna go get

ready for the dance, and I'll see you there.

- Later.

- Late.

- That went well, bro.

- No, she took it well.

Good looking out.

- Later, diner girl.

- Too late.

Don't worry about it.

You know, those kids remind me

of why I used to fight in school.

Have no fear.

Zorro is here.

And he's got the keys

to his dad's Mercedes.

You're going dressed as a bus girl?

- Carter, I'm not going.

- What do you mean, you're not going?

- Okay, sorry. Sorry. What about cyberdude?

- Cyberdude?

That the boy that's been sending

you love notes?

They're not love notes. They're e-mails.

If a man is taking his time to write down

his feelings for you, it's a love note.

You've got a secret admirer.

And he wants to meet her tonight

at the dance.

- What are you still doing here?

- I'm obeying orders.

- Sam, this is your true love.

- Well, true love is gonna have to wait.

Oh, girl, please, save all that drama for the

soap operas. You are going to that dance.

Go ahead, girlfriend.

I can't go. Fiona would kill me and then

bring me back to clean up the mess.

She's gonna have to

go through me to hurt you.

- Go, girlfriend. Do your thing.

- Call me "girlfriend" one more time.

Okay, sorry.

Sam, your dad did not leave this earth

wanting you to be unhappy.

It's time for you to find your own bliss,

starting with this dance.

Sam, you need to listen to Rhonda.

You're always studying, always working.

Take some time for yourself.

Yeah, why don't you go out

and bust a move.

- Put your freak on.

- Whatever it is you kids do these days.

You know what? You guys are right.

I never do anything for myself.

- No, you don't.

- True.

And I deserve to have some fun.

- That's right.

- Yeah.

- I am gonna go to that dance.

- Okay, great.

And I am gonna meet my true love

and I'm gonna dance all night.

- I can't go.

- What?

I don't have a costume.

- But you will. Are you coming, Zorro?

- Yes, ma'am.

Vernon. Sam needs a costume.

No. No, Rhonda. I am closed.

Come on, I'll give you free breakfast

for a week.

Make it a month.

There's gotta be something here.

There is this one.

Perfect.

No way.

Hey, you're killing me here.

Aloha.

No, no. I got something.

Bless you.

Rhonda, this is hopeless.

Vernon, let me see that mask.

I don't have an outfit

that goes with that.

Yeah, but I do.

Rhonda, you sure do have a knack for taking

something simple and making it beautiful.

Well, you ain't seen nothing yet.

I was saving this dress for my

next attempt down the aisle.

Long story.

It's beautiful.

- Rhonda, I can't wear that.

- Yes, you can. And you will.

That dress has been in that box so long,

it deserves a night out.

Let's go.

This is gonna look so good on you.

Welcome, North Valley High School seniors

to the Halloween homecoming dance.

Tonight, our panel of esteemed teachers

will use their years of higher education...

...to choose our homecoming

prince and princess.

In true L.A. Fashion,

it's not about who you are.

It's about what you wear.

Are you ready to crank it up? Yeah.

I cannot believe I put you in charge

of costumes.

I told you Siamese cats,

not Siamese twins.

Are we having a catfight?

- Welcome, guys.

- What up?

- Sorry about your costume getting lost.

- It's all good.

No, it's not. We don't get to be

the Three Musketeers.

You get to be Prince Charming

and we're the two wimps in wigs.

Take the cape off already.

You look amazing.

- I'm sorry, I'm just freaking out here.

- Listen, it's gonna be okay.

- Hurry up, it's almost 11.

- Carter, wait.

Remember, I have to be back

in the diner by 12, okay?

Okay, give me your cell phone.

Come on, cell phone.

Okay. All right, I'm going to set the alarm

for a quarter to 12, okay?

- Okay.

- All right, there. Now, give me the cape.

Come on, it's time

Sam, what are they all staring at?

Love her dress. Hate her.

Sam, don't worry, okay?

Any guy would have to be completely

insane not to like you, all right?

I'm just gonna be standing

right over here. Okay.

Do you know you're standing precisely

in the middle of the dance floor?

Fate has brought us together right here

at this anointed hour...

...under the shimmering disco ball.

Terry.

- Are you Nomad?

- Nomad?

Indeed. I have traveled through time

and space to find you.

Now join me in the

mating dance of Zion.

Terry, that's nice.

Hey, I know that girl from somewhere.

- I'm thirsty. I gotta get some punch...

- Some libations for the fair maiden?

Your wish is my command.

I knew this was too good to be true.

Princeton Girl?

Austin Ames?

- You're Nomad?

- Yeah, I guess my costume doesn't do...

...a very good job at hiding who I am.

- No, I know exactly who you are.

I'm sorry. This was a really big mistake.

I've gotta go.

Wait. Wait.

Wait. It's not a mistake.

- Don't you know who I am?

- Of course I do. You're Princeton Girl.

You're the girl I've been waiting to meet.

I know who you are.

What's your name?

Your sweet libations, my lady.

Mr. Anderson.

Austin Ames with my lady.

A devastating blow.

A worthy opponent.

- What about your girlfriend?

- It's over.

I guess you were expecting some guy

who hangs out at Starbucks...

...and writes poetry.

- Something like that.

Come on, you're Austin Ames.

You're football captain

and student body president.

And closet poet?

You can't be both guys.

- I'm not.

- Then who are you?

On September 7th, I wrote you:

"I live in a world full of people pretending

to be something they're not.

- But when I talk to you... "

- "I'm the guy I wanna be. "

Give me a chance to be that guy.

Do you want to join me

for a stroll outside?

If you wanna be voted homecoming prince,

you'd better stay inside.

I really don't care about becoming

homecoming prince.

So, Princeton Girl, would you tell me

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