Author's Note: Nothing belongs to me. Songs belong to cool people. But cool points if you can figure out where the last song is from.




Sydney, so intent on watching Michael trying to prevent a woozy Eric from trying to hug a squirming Will, ("You're so pretty man…") is taken aback, when an impatient voice sounds, hovering somewhere around her.

A short strawberry blonde and her raven-haired friend, both people vaguely familiar to Sydney, are currently standing in front of her. The blonde, is wearing a short miniskirt and a white see-through tanktop and stilettos. Although relatively pretty, she has such a large scowl on her heart-shaped face; any of her good looks are automatically canceled out.

The raven-haired girl, lithe with curly locks, just looks bored, and instead of focusing her attention on Sydney, she's watching the Michael/Eric/Will situation with a smirk that's a cross between vicious and amused. (Eric was now trying to kiss Michael, convinced that he was a "…very unusual but hot-looking girl.")

Before Sydney can ask just who the two girls are, Francie, with a frown gracing her face, speaks up.

"Snitch-dey? I'm sorry Alice, but can you possibly get lamer?" Francie's frown grows as she surveys Alice's friend. "And what's with Anna over here?" Francie gestures. "Did you need 'backup' just to terrorize a freshman?"

Alice, though still intent on staring down Sydney, turns and directs her snarl-faced scowl on Francie instead. "Stay out of this, Calfo. This has nothing to do with you."

Francie stands up, rather gracefully-considering she had been sprawled across the couch, and tightens the distance between Alice and herself. "Ah see, but that's where you're wrong. Sydney's my friend, and if you're going to pick on her just because she can get a date and you can't…" Francie trails off, raising her eyebrows pointedly, "well, I suggest you rethink that, okay?"

"What, are you going to take me on or something?" Alice scoffs, but it's obvious that she's intimidated.

"And you would be surprised by this?"

Alice's friend, Anna, who has now redirected her attention at the bickering pair, reaches over and tugs on Alice's arm. "Come on, forget this. Let's go."

Alice, turning to leave, tosses both Francie and Sydney a parting glare before stalking off into another corner of the house with Anna in tow.

"Who was that?" Sydney turns to Francie, who's still standing, confused. "I've never seen her before in my life."

Francie, now watching Eric attempting to both wrestle Michael, Will and Marshall, looks down at Sydney. "That thing? That was Alice and her friend Anna. They're both juniors."

Francie sits on the sofa next to Sydney, and tucks her feet in. "Alice is probably jealous of you. She has this 'thing' for Michael."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's Eric's neighbor. So she was one of the first people that Eric introduced him to. Since that introduction, she's developed a massive crush on him." Francie explains. "She probably noticed you guys were together, and decided that she wanted to scare you off."

"Oh."

"But she's easily intimidated, so it's not a big deal. What I'm not getting though is, is why did she call you Snitch-dey? I know she's not really that smart, but you'd think she could come up with a better insult than that." Francie queries Sydney, looking at her with thoughtful brown eyes.

Sydney pales slightly, but is saved from answering with Michael and Will's return.

"Oh man. That was worse than the bed thing." Will flings himself onto the adjacent couch, and pulls Francie back into his arms.

"I think this is the first time he's tried to make-out with both of us." Michael grins cheekily. "Do you think he'll remember any of this in the morning?"

"Honestly? Probably not. He'll wake up, ask us if we enjoyed the party and if he managed to hook up with any hot chicks or not." Will's mouth begins to twitch. "I'm highly doubting he'll remember the karaoke thing at all."

"Damn. Well, all the more blackmail we have over him. Did you…?"

"Right here." Will pats his side pocket and pulls out a camera. "You know, maybe this is kind of mean of us."

"Taking pictures of him to show at the Weiss family reunion? Nah. Not after what he did to us at Thanksgiving and Halloween, anyway."

Will groans. "Don't remind me. My mom's still trying to get the orange and black stains out of our carpet."

"And my aunt and uncle are still waiting for the grass to grow in that pattern he shaved in their lawn." Michael looks cheered. "So yeah, I think we're okay."

Francie laughs. "You guys…"

As the foursomes sit in silence for a minute, a slow song suddenly begins to play.

Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you know

I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you



"Wow. Kind of a depressing song." Will comments, his arms wrapped tightly around Francie again.

Francie turns her head slightly to look at him. "I think it's sweet."

"You do, do you?" Will leans in and starts nuzzling her.

Michael and Sydney both look away, and at each other. Michael speaks first. "Would you…?"

"Sure. I'd like that."

Michael gives Sydney a hand and they both stand up to join the other couples that are now dancing. As they step onto the dance floor, Sydney's nervousness returns. 'I don't really know how to dance.' She thinks.

But as Michael gingerly places his large hands on Sydney's waist, and Sydney slips her long arms around his neck, things begin to feel good, begin to feel right.

Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go


Michael and Sydney continue to dance silently, not speaking. He looks into her eyes occasionally, but both refrain from breaking the moment.

I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be


"You look really pretty when you smile." Michael's whisper startles Sydney.

She smiles brightly at him. "Thank you," Sydney whispers back.

You'll always be the dream that fills my head
Yes you will, say you will, you know you will
Oh baby, you'll always be the one I know I'll never forget
There's no use looking back or wondering
Because love is a strange and funny thing
No matter how I try and try I just can't say goodbye
No no no no


"Are you having fun?"

"Yes. I'm glad I came." Sydney's confident of that now. Despite the weird encounter with Alice, she really is glad she came. She got to meet a lot of nice people, and realizes that her irrational fear of getting close to people was slightly overrated.

I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say (words to say)
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be
A part of me will always be with you…


As the song slowly ends, a fast one begins playing. Sydney, about to head off the dance floor is stopped by Michael. "Come on. Stay. Dance."

Sydney grins at him, and stays. "But I don't really know how to dance though."

"And you think I do?"

The thumpy bass music of the song starts echoing across the room.

"Oh fine. But if I look silly…" Sydney grins at Michael.

"Don't worry. You'll look like John Travolta next to me." Michael replies cheerily.

"But I don't want to look like a guy. Especially not John Travolta."

"Oh, you know what I mean."

When the world is darker than I can understand
When nothing turns out the way I plan
When the sky turns gray and there's
No end in sight
When I can't sleep through the lonely night

I turn to you
Like a flower leaning towards the sun
I turn to you
'Cause you're the only one
You can turn me around
When I'm upset down
I turn to you


Sydney's laughing hysterically now. Michael, although with quite a serious expression on his face, is doing his best to look like John Travolta.

"You're…oh, man." Sydney's laughing only increases, and Michael, grinning replies.

"See, told you I couldn't dance."

When my insides are wrecked with anxiety
You have the touch that will quiet me
You lift my spirits
You melt the ice
You give me inspiration
When I need advice


"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, AND WITH MICHAEL TOO, YOU LOSER?"

Sydney and Michael's grins both evaporate, when a shrieking, high-pitched voice suddenly cuts in.

Amy is standing behind Sydney with a furious expression on her face.

"WHO invited the loser?" Amy steps closer to Sydney and Michael, oblivious to the people around them. All of the other couples have stopped dancing by now, and are watching the proceedings with interest.

"ERIC! Did you invite the LOSER?" Amy's shrieks are intensifying in volume, and Sydney, slightly frightened, leans closer to Michael. Michael puts an arm around her protectively.

She's drunk. Michael mouths the words to Sydney. Sydney nods. Michael makes a move towards his cousin, but before he can actually do anything, another voice cuts in.

"You know Ames, we were wondering about that." It's Alice and Anna now, standing on the edge of the floor, with their arms crossed and identical smirks on their faces. "I mean, why would Eric, someone who's decently popular, invite such a tramp like this?" Alice and Anna move their way next to Amy.

"It's obvious that he's into sluts." Amy agrees, nodding at Alice.

Sydney's sides suddenly feel like ice. 'I need to get out of here,' She thinks frantically, tears beginning to slide down from her face. She breaks free from Michael's arms, and starts making a blind dash towards the door. 'I just need to get out of here'.

Michael, already moving after Sydney, turns and fires a quick but anger-filled comment at his cousin. "You bitch. I'm honestly ashamed to be related to you."

Amy blanches, but doesn't say anything.

Alice makes a move to stop him, but Michael shoves her aside in a ungentlemanly manner. "Don't. Think. About. Trying. To. Stop. Me."

As Sydney manages to fumble blindly for her shoes and her bag, she tries to desperatly undo the locks on the door. Finally, after two attempts, she's able to fling the door open, and run into the cold night air.

"Wait, Sydney! Wait!" She can hear Will and Francie's voices echoing behind her, but she's too upset to stop. 'I just have to get out of here. What was I thinking, trying to fit in? I'll never fit in.'

"Sydney!" It's Michael's voice now. She can hear footsteps thundering behind her. "Sydney, wait! Stop!"

As Sydney hesitates briefly, and turns to look at Michael, (who's running at her frantically, green eyes flashing,) she's so overcome with emotion, she doesn't see the lights streaming towards her, and she doesn't hear the incessant honking coming from the same area. She doesn't hear Michael's horrified yell, and she doesn't hear the screech of brakes. All she feels is a sudden thud, and things slowly begin to fade into darkness around her.