Joseph hadn't spoken to Lark in what seemed like forever. But Lark saw this coming, he could already imagine Joseph beginning to tag-team him, along with Troy and Bobby.

During their night in the cemetery, Lark realized he'd never been given so much attention and affection. Joseph had cradled him, and gave him a life-time filled supply of kisses on the nose and forehead.

But now, with the eight grade dance only hours away, Lark couldn't help but want to see Joseph just once more before the night officially began.

Yesterday had been beautiful, but today was nerve wracking—where had Lark gone wrong?

Joseph Ellington, was where he'd gone wrong, and he knew it.

"Are you ready, sweetheart? You look wonderful. Patty Meyers is one lucky girl." Was she? Because by the end of tonight, Lark was sure that the two of them were bound to end their straight-plan.

Joseph felt horrible. He'd arrived at Montgomery Middle School early, with Betty Lee on his arm, asking him whether she looked presentable or not. Of course, he'd said every time she asked.

When he and Betty Lee arrived, he'd spotted Bobby Stinger and Troy at the very top level of the building, red buckets of paint in tow.

Tonight, Joseph would watch as Lark was spluttering in red paint. But he wouldn't say a thing—he'd sit, watch, and return home once the night was over.

But one look over at Betty Lee, and he knew he'd break his own heart once his mother's Beatle pulled into Montgomery High School's parking lot. Because there was no other way.