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Why is my face bright red right now? Well, not because of a sunburn, I'll tell you that.

It's bright red because just the other night what may be the most embarrassing moment of my life occurred.

You're just drooling for juicy details now, aren't you? *sigh* Well, here they are.

Our roof has a leak. And since no one likes living underwater whenever it rained, my parents decided to get it fixed. But what's this? All the prices of local roofers are completely blown out of proportion. It's ridiculous. So a friend of my dad's offers to fix our roof for a reasonable price. Great, right? No. He's my math teacher.

Now, this wouldn't be quite so bad if he hadn't brought his (um, kind of, um, cute) sons with him to help out. And if one of those sons weren't next year's blonde, athletic, nice, funny, Student Body President who I may or may not have a crush on (BUTT OUT!).

So now for a brief geography lesson. My house is built so that there are two levels of roof. My room has two windows. There's a big one that takes up most of the wall, and has blinds and ugly butterfly curtains that I really ought to burn. And then there's this little one kind of in the corner, too high up for me to really see through. And, likewise, no one on the outside can see in through it. Unless, of course, they're standing on the roof.

So yesterday night, I take a long shower. I wrap my lemon scented hair up in a big towel and change into a pair of old, faded pajamas. Which were pink. And had, um, cows on them. Yes, cows.

So I'm in my room, brushing my hair, with my radio blasting. And I start dancing.

Now, as a rule, I don't dance unless I'm alone in my room or it's pitch black dark. But I WAS alone in my room, and in reality I love to dance, even though I suck.

However, I forgot that the student body president was on my roof.

Halfway through the song, I caught a glimpse of my small window reflected in my mirror. There was a person in it.

Eyes wide, I turned.

THERE.
HE.
WAS.

Like some sort of idiot (don't ask me where my brain went, I don't know), I waved at him with the had that was holding the brush I had been using as a microphone.

He waved back, and gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled.

He smiled back.

I turned around and resumed brushing my hair.

He left to go bang a hammer on my roof some more.

I wanted to die.

So yes. The student body president saw me dancing in my pink cow pajamas alone in my room. But it gets better.

The song I was listening to was Dead or Alive's "You Spin Me Right Round."

...I have nothing more to say, only things to hide.