Sadly, I do not own HOA or any of the characters.

I hope you enjoy this story!

CHAPTER 1

-Amber's POV-

"So, tomorrow is the Prom, and I know that we all want to plan something special for the guys…" I started, looking at Nina, Patricia, and Mara. They nodded, and I continued, "So I was thinking that we could all swap rooms for the night." Nina laughed, Patricia glared at me, and Mara nodded enthusiastically. I looked at Nina, and she said, "Amber, do you really think that the boys will be up for this? I honestly don't think that Fabian will like this idea." Patricia said, "Let me guess, I'll be stuck with that slimeball, and you guys will all be screwing your boyfriends while Jerome and I glare at each other from across the room." Nina blushed and started to say something, but Mara stopped her, saying, "Nina, we all know that you love Fabian, and that He loves you, whether or not you choose to believe it. Now, you may not end up doing it, but you guys will probably get together tomorrow night. And Patricia, Jerome likes you…" Nina sighed, then blushed and said, "I guess it's okay with me." Patricia looked up, hopeful, and said, "Why not? It could be interesting." And we all started discussing the plan. Patricia, Mara, and I had small 'presents' for Nina, and I gave them the secret signal. They got up and left the room, and Nina asked me, "What was that all about?" I shrugged, and seconds later they were back with their small wrapped packages. I got up and retrieved mine from under my bed, and we all threw them at Nina, saying, "Open them." She did, and she gasped and looked mortified. I said, "Neens, I know that what we just gave you might be shocking, but we all want you to be prepared for tomorrow night, just in case." She looked at us, then down at the boxes and said, "Guys, I'm grateful for these, promise, but I'm not sure that Fabian will be up for this. I am, but I don't think he will be." She paled, realizing what she just said, then said, "You three can NEVER repeat that. EVER. Not even to your diaries." We saw her mortification, then said, "Nina, do you want us to tell you about our first times?" She nodded. I said, "I'll go first." Then I began my story.