Title: Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget

Pairing(s): Jellie (mostly unrequited), Palex, Darco and a little Jayzel at the end.

Rating: T –there will be a fair amount of course language in some of the following chapters

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, nor do I own the title to this story –it's actually a song by Toby Keith. Oh, and the chapter titles are from an awesome poster with various smiley faces called "Have a Night". Wow, so I don't own the characters, title or chapter titles to my story… I sure am creative…

Summary: Basically, this story is about several different important nights to the development of the relationships of the five graduating seniors (Marco, Paige, Alex, Ellie and Hazel)as well as Jimmy, Dylan and Jay. This also happens to be the first fanfiction that I've posted so please be kind…

Chapter notes: Takes place sometime in between the Degrassi Minis "Man in the Mirror" and "Lovecats". Ellie's POV. Also, I wasn't sure if Ellie lives in a house or an apartment, so I just chose apartment.

1 –Have a Night of Insomnia

Okay, so it's already 2AM and I haven't gotten a minute of sleep yet. I want to fall asleep (desperately). The thing is, I can't fall asleep. I can't fall asleep and there is a majorly important test in Chem tomorrow. Way to go Ellie! Now, I get to fall asleep during class and fail Chemistry all at the same time! Yay! …Ugh, why can't my brain just have an off-switch? Honestly, I'd even settle for a switch that just made me stop thinking about Craig. Craig. I don't even see why I like him so much. Well, beside the fact that he's funny and smart and creative and vulnerable and gorgeous. I love how he's so easy to talk to. He has some serious music trivia skills. He also has this way of... I don't know... getting to me. I guess it's pretty easy to do with those adorble puppy dog eyes of his. He is so cute... Oh God, I'm starting to sound like some boy-crazy preteen with nothing to do but obsess over guys. I better watch out or soon I'll be listening to N'sync and watching shows like the OC and Laguna Beach.I don't know though... It's not likeI'm obsessing over just any guy. Craig, he's... he's... different. It might sound corny, but I feel like we were just meant to be together.Of course, I guess it's kind of hard for Craig to see this when Manny won't take her filthy mouth off of his for more than a few seconds at a time… And people call me a vampire. I'm not the one who has very likely sucked face with the entire male portion of the student body. I swear; it's a good thing Manny's not a vampire because otherwiseall the guys in Canada would either bedead or fleeing the country by now.

Just when I start to believe that my thoughts about Craigare going to keep me up all night, I hear a knock on my window. My third floor window. Strange. I get out of bed and openitto see what's going on.

Bad idea.

I open the window only to get hit in the face with a small rock. "Oh shoot, sorry El!" I hear faintly from outside my apartment building. I look down to see Jimmy there. I decide to go down there too because I feel like talking to someone (which is pretty hard to do when you're standing three stories above them). Hopefully, talking to Jimmy will help get my mind off Craig. Then I could still possibly be able to get a few hours of sleep before morning.

When I arrive downstairs, Jimmy apologizes once more. "Ellie I am so sorry. I just wanted to get your attention."

"Well, throwing a rock at my face seems to have done the trick," I say jokingly.

Jimmy looks like he's about to cry.

"It was a joke, Jim. I know you didn't intentionally get that rock to hit me in the face… I mean, you're good at aiming from basketball and all, but you're not that good," I say.

Jimmy laughs. "Wow, Miss Nash. Able to make me feel better and insult me at the same time. Now that is talent."

"What can I say? I'm talented… So, what's so important that you had to stop by at one in the morning to tell me?" I ask –still jokingly.

Obviously Jimmy misses the joke again. "Oh man, I am so sorry! Did I wake you?" Jimmy asks while fidgeting with a small sketchpad nervously.

"Actually, I couldn't get to sleep."

"Oh, good!... I mean it's not good that you couldn't get to sleep… I mean… um… I'm just happy I didn't wake you or anything..." Jimmy had been looking down at his sketchpad as he was saying that. He then looks up to see me shifting my weight from one leg to the other –I'm getting slightly tired. "Would you like to sit down or something?" he asks me.

"I'll just sit down in the grass," I say while starting to stoop down.

"No!... I mean… um… you don't have to sit in the grass… See, I'd offer you my chair, but I kinda need it, ha ha… You can sit on my lap, though."

I smile, "Thanks." I take a seat on his lap and he tenses momentarily before relaxing into me. He sets his sketchpad between the side of his leg and the arm of his wheelchair so he can wrap his arms around me. I guess he wanted to make sure I didn't fall off or anything.

"So, are you going to show me some new masterpieces of yours?" I ask while motioning to his sketchpad with my eyes.

"I'd hardly call them masterpieces," he says.

I roll my eyes. "Why can't you accept the fact that you have serious talent in art?"

"Because I'm already so talented at everything else. There has to be something I don't excel in," Jimmy says with fake cockiness that makes me laugh. "Plus, first thing's first. What was keeping you up? I mean, I don't want to sound Dr. Phil or anything, but telling someone about what's on your mind can really help get it off your mind sometimes."

He has a point. I pause for a second, deciding whether I'd rather stay up all night thinking about Craig or just tell Jimmy aboutmy"crush" (oh, howI hate that word)in the hopes of getting it out of my head so I can sleep. I look Jimmy in the eyes. "Promise not to tell anybody?" I ask him.

"Scout's honor," Jimmy says moving one of his hands temporarily so he can do the Boy Scouts salute thing.

"I was thinking about Craig."

Jimmy tenses after I say this, and I think I see a slight frown on his face (of course, it's pretty hard to see anything this late at night). "What about Craig?" he asks, and I can't help but detect a littledisappointment in his voice.

"Promise not to tell anybody?" I ask, just to make sure he won't say anything about it. I don't really need to ask though. I know I can trust Jimmy; he's pretty much my best guy-friend besides Marco.

"Scout's honor," he repeats half-heartedly. This time he doesn't do the Boy Scout salute.

"I like Craig."

"Like?"

"As in, I have more than just friendly feelings towards him."

"Oh," is his only response. And before I know it, I'm practically shoved off Jimmy's lap and Jimmy is racing away from my apartment building.

"I just remembered that I have to go… do… something…" he says while rushing away at top speed.

O-kay… that was weird -even for Jimmy. If I didn't know better, I'd think that he likes me. I shake my head. Nah, the last person who I thought like me was Marco... and how very mistaken I was. This spurs another thought to enter my mind. What if Jimmy is gay? I giggle a little. Now, that would be weird. I can just imagine him and Marco on a date. Aw, they would actually be kind of cute together...

I'm about to go back inside when I see Jimmy's sketchpad. It must have fallen off his wheelchair while he was leaving. I pick it up, but I don't open it: it could be private. I just take it upstairs with me. I'll give it back to him tomorrow.

Notes to reader: Feedback would be much appreciated. The next chapter will be in Alex's POV and will take place between "Lovecats" and "The Lexicon of Love". I have a rough idea of where my story is going, but if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.