Lucy: Thirty minute scramble.

[dane_briggs]

Thirty minutes. She had to be joking.

Not only was Dane not creative, he had no idea what could possibly make her feel better right now. He didn't want to do anything drastic. Nothing over the top. He wasn't going to shout his love for her from the rooftops.

Was there a love for her?

He didn't want to think about that.

Twenty-eight minutes.

Shit.

Dane sat on his bed and stared at the wall, mentally watching the minutes tick away. Nothing was coming to him.

All of a sudden he started to ache. He was going to let her down. The dull panic began to spread through him as he glanced at the clock again. Twenty-three minutes.

How was time moving so quickly?!

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He could just wing the entire thing.

Yes! That's what he was going to do.

Jumping from his bed, he to his trunk and pulled out a white and blue cloth which he was probably going to use for a rag for blotting his paint, but now it had a much better use.

Two minutes later, he was walking as quickly as possible towards Lucy's common room.