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Author's Notes: First thing: You must have read whatever has been posted of Guide to: Reunions. The two stories are linked, and this story will make absolutely no sense at all. Period. So if you haven't read it, you should go to my profile and read it. Also. Once the first three chapters of this story are up, then posting schedule will work like this. When each story gets 5 reviews... I will post the new chapters for both of them.

"Do you know what today is?" Ned asked Moze with an earnest expression on his face. The two of them were lying in their favorite spot: The earthquake ravaged field.

"The end of our ninth grade finals?" Moze looked up at the twinkling stars above her face. "Friday?"

"Much more exciting than that." Ned reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver box.

"We're too young to get married" Moze stared at the box in bewilderment. "Holy crap, Ned!"

"I know that" Ned opened it up and showed her the contents: A silver heart with shiny clear stones embedded all the way along it dangled sideways from a thin silver chain.

Moze just stared at it longer. "Really?" She lifted it out of the box gingerly, as if it were to disappear if she touched it.

"They're real" Ned said softly. "The diamonds, I mean..."

"It's beautiful" Moze held it in her palm.

"Only something beautiful for my.."

"Don't finish that" Moze smiled as she reached behind her to latch it.

"Jennifer?" A voice interrupts her and brings her back to earth. "Are you okay? You've been staring in that mirror for a long time" Moze looks up for a second, and realizes she's in Suzie's white SUV, on her way to school.

Moze, who is holding a cream colored mirror in her left hand, lowers it, and snaps it shut without looking at the source of the voice. "Just checking to make sure my eyelids are matching in color."

"It was like you were on another planet" Suzie, the source of the voice, raises an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" Suzie, as usual, looked like she stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. She's wearing a yellow dress and black heels, with a floppy yellow bow holding up her ponytail.

"I'm fine" Moze lies as she looks down at her jeans. Why am I thinking about that? It was so long ago... she thinks as she picks absently at a hole in the knee. Moze always thought it looked somewhat sloppy when girls had holes in their pants. But the latest style was jeans with gaping holes, so that was what she had to wear. In order to match the rest of the girls in her group. And I thought that I had buried those memories so deep they could never be found.

Long ago, in a matter of speaking, was more than 2 years ago. That was the old girl. When she was still called Moze, had big brown eyes, and wasn't the most popular girl around. Now...

Moze unsnapped the tiny mirror and gazed at her reflection. She was hardly recognizable anymore. Her naturally brown eyes were now a sapphire blue (thanks to a pair of color contacts), her hair had lighter highlights, and her eyelids were coated in a thin layer of light blue eyeshadow.

"Who do you think you are, Missy?" Suzie mocks jokingly. "You look fine."

"I was thinking about the Reunion.. And I forgot what I was doing" Moze murmurs . Liar. That's the last thing on your mind right now.

"Are you worried that you won't have a date?" Suzie smirks. "Don't sweat it. You're part of the 10 now. And that's never a worry for us"

Moze can just imagine hear a record scratching. "We. Have. To. Bring. Dates?" She pauses after every word. "What? Why was I not informed about it?"

"Well, it's not really a requirement" Suzie bites her lip as she turns the SUV right. "But it kinda reflects poorly onto our group otherwise, you know?"

"Oh, like that's my highest priority" Moze says half-jokingly. Your highest priority right now, is finding out why Ned Bigby is back in your mind again when you expunged him hisses the inner voice grumpily.

"It'll sound pretentious" Suzie says patiently. "But our group.. we're pretty concerned about our image"

Oh really the inner voice snarls. I hadn't noticed, the way you worry about your makeup and your hair, and how much people like you.

"And Jennifer? Just between you and me?" Suzie sighs dramatically. "If you make a wrong move with these girls.. you're done. And it's a long way to fall.. especially considering we're your only friends"

Moze opens her mouth to rebut her. She finds that she has no way to respond to that.

Suzie reaches an arm over to the glove compartment. When it pops open, she yanks out a black address book and tosses it to Moze.

"Doesn't the DMV call that a bad driving habit?" Moze chuckles weakly.

"Shut up" Suzie places both hands on the wheel once more and gives Moze a dirty look.

"So this is Suzie Crabgrass's little black book?" Moze thumbs through it aimlessly. "What do I need this for?"

"There's a guy in there.. he's one of my exes from a while back. We're on pretty amicable terms lately.. so if I tell him to, he'll be your 'boyfriend' for the day"

Suzie rolls the SUV into a parking spot near the side entrance. "His name is.."

Suddenly, a truck goes by, causing the name of the boy to be unheard.

"So I'll call him,and he'll escort you. I'm sure of it" Suzie confidently finishes.

"Um, okay" Moze says, completely flabbergasted. Tell her what you really think...that she's out of her freaking mind, this is insane.. the inner voice protests. But Moze does none of that. Instead, she keeps her mouth shut.

"Good" Suzie unlocks the door and gets. Moze follows suit and walks out, her heels clicking on the road noisily.

When they get inside, the first thing Moze sees is their group of girls that she calls her friends crowded around a locker mirror, applying lipstick. On further inspection, it is Missy's locker.

The first girl on the left is Melissa Meany (otherwise known as Missy).. No deep, thought involved explanation needed there Moze thinks Snobby, fashion obsessed little skank who only wants a guy if he's not available

Next to Missy is Meredith Black.(best known as Merry) Merry was tall, blond and basically Suzie's hanger-oner This was made even more obvious by how she scurried out of Suzie's way and gave her spot in front of the mirror. "Morning, Suzie" She smiles perkily. "Here, I saved you a spot" Annoying little suck up Moze says to herself

To this, Suzie nods. "Thanks, Mer" She pops a raspberry colored lipstick out of her handbag and applies it evenly.

Moze just stands there and watches them buzz around. She'd never been a makeup kind of girl. How did I become this person I don't even recognize in the mirror anymore? Moze sourly thinks to herself. She takes a lipstick out of her pocket and walks up to the mirror. Why does this feel so sickening...I thought this popularity thing was supposed to be interesting. In two quick strokes, she has her lips done. Moze snaps it shut and sighs mightily. Her lips look funny painted with coral colored lipstick, rather than the colorless chapstick of yesteryears.

One of the ruder girls, Jillian McDonald, shoves her way next to Moze. Jilly..why do you have to hang around me like that? Like you can't wait for me to slip up so you can take my place?

"Morning, Jen" Jilly says breezily. She squints for a moment and looks at Moze's face. "Are you getting a pimple?" She innocently wraps a strand of platinum blond hair around a manicured fingernail.

"Jennifer." Moze says with her teeth tightly clenched. "For the 12th time, it's Jennifer" Moze wisely ignores the pimple comment. Why am I thinking these nasty things about these people? They're supposed to be my friends. Then her inner voice starts talking again. Supposed to be are the key words here.

"Yeah" Jilly looks at the hallway behind them distractedly. "So Jenny.. what are you wearing to the reunion?"

"Clothes" Moze deadpans. "And it's Jennifer!"

Moze turns around and looks at the hallway. She is distantly aware that she has a fake grin plastered on her face.

"It's Boogie and Red" Jilly clarifies, mistaking Moze's gaze at the hallway as one of confusion over the identities of the two guys walking down the hallway. "They're very below us on the social ladder"

"Ned and Cookie" Moze instantly corrects. She gives the rest of the hallway a 50 watt smile,then looks at Cookie and Ned. She hadn't really looked at Cookie since junior year the year before. She noted that he hadn't changed much, beyond growing another inch. Sometimes, when she had looked at him, it was hard to believe it was Cookie without his gadgets surrounding him. Moze would put money that all of those gadgets were hidden somewhere on his person.

Ned..Moze looks at him as he walks with Cookie a few feet. She can feel her fake smile fade away as she locks eyes with him. To her displeasure, his slightly too long brown hair and light blue eyes are still as attractive to her as the year before. Even after everything that has happened. Due to the warm weather, he is wearing a dark blue t-shirt and jeans. Holy crap, I think I gave him that shirt. I wonder if he remembers that. Moze spins around on her heel and goes back to staring at a point in the locker.

"..Can not believe they discontinued Pomegranate Red!" Merry exclaims unhappily, distracting Moze from the spot she is focused on.

"It's like such a tragedy!" yelps Jilly with her chin slightly quavering.

Moze whips her head back to the group, and briefly rolls her eyes. Much to her relief, nobody notices. "Merry, I'm so sorry. Maybe next week we can go and get a similar tube"

Moze could swear that either Cookie or Ned had snickered when she said that. She resists the urge to spin around and tell them off. Her right hand squeezes her left, as if the dull throbbing pain will distract her. She knows the girls around her are talking about something.. Probably something irrelevant. Sorry guys, it's not that I don't care.. actually it is that too. I just need to figure out this Ned stuff.. Or else it's going to eat me alive.

"Anyway" Missy fidgets with her tube of lipstick by popping it open and shutting it and opening it over and over "There's a lot to do before Friday" She purses her lips as she thinks.

"Yeah" Suzie regains her composure and promptly takes her place as leader of the pack. "Be prepared to make a lot of noise!"

Suddenly, the whole clique turns around at the sound of a clatter. The source is Ned, whose massive stack of books has caused an Economics book to crash down.

"That was mildly annoying" Suzie glares at him. The rest of the clique follows her example. The Perfect 10 clique looks at him accusingly.

Missy, whose never follows Suzie, places an annoyed look square on her face. "Ugh, I don't see the point in this. He's not even looking"

Moze's expression flickers to a sympathetic one. Why do they always have to act cruel to the people they hardly know at all?

Ned, however doesn't notice Moze's obvious, but guarded concern, as he is facing in the opposite direction.

"Let's go Mosley" Missy corrals her away from Ned. "There's nothing to see here"

"Um..Okay"

It was second grade, the year that Suzie Crabgrass came to their elementary school. Suzie had immediately grabbed Ned's attention, much to Moze and Cookie's annoyance. They were hanging on the monkey bars and talking.

"Suzie's got nice hair" Ned said dreamily.

"Meh, I guess" Cookie hung upside down. "Do you think that all the blood will go to my head if I do this until recess is out?"

"Maybe" Moze stated. "I wouldn't do it"

Cookie straightened up "You can just suck the fun out of anything, can't you?"

Moze just blinked at him. "Ned, I just have to know. What is so great about Suzie Crabgrass that you have to tell us 500 times what you think about her?"

"Well, she's tall, she's smart... good at sports...she calls me on my faults..." Ned counts them off on his fingers.

"What has she got that I don't?" Moze says, tears welling in her eyes. "Why can't you just be satisfied with me!"

"I..." Ned just stammers.

She runs off and yells back to them "Why am I never good enough!"

"What did I do?" Ned asks Cookie, naively.

"It's what you didn't do" Cookie wisely says. "You didn't tell her she was great in her own way. And she feels like she's always being compared to her"

"Oh"

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