AN: I own a lot of things, but the characters used in this story are not among my possessions. The song is "Get Skintight," by The Donnas.

I saw you standing by the Slurpee machine
white studded belt and skin tight jeans
I tried to buy you a Hostess Cupcake
baby you're so sweet I got a toothache

Annie had to admit, she had always thought Clu was kind of a bimbo. Cute but stupid, you know? Sweet. Like a puppy. Or a baby. But not exactly boyfriend material. When he started hanging out at school, she thought he was like one of those pathetic college guys who can't get used to the fact that they've actually graduated and keep coming back to their old high school just to drink beer and score with underage girls. Except Clu wasn't like hanging around the cafeteria or at parties, he was sort of a teacher. But it still kind of looked like he was just trying to look cute to get girls.

I wanna take you home with me
wine and dine you with some cable TV
c'mon now don't be so shy
in those skintight jeans you're my kind of guy

Then something changed. She never would have really noticed him if it hadn't been for Chelsea and Rhonda. She guessed she could blame her current preoccupation on them. Suddenly they were over at the house more often just looking for him and giggling at Annie about how cool it was that she got to see him all the time and wanting to know what it was like to hang out on the bus with him when he was in town.

skintight baby all right
turn out the light and take a bite
skintight all night, this feels right and skintight
skintight baby all right, skintight all night

She tried to tell them what a dork Clu could be, but they refused to believe it. To them, he was that super-cool unattainable college boy who's been with a thousand girls already and would never look at them, but omigod, what if he does?! She had to say it took her a while to come around to their way of thinking.

turn up the music you can make me all right
we're gonna get it Friday Fun tonight
in the darkness it's not hard to miss
I can't resist, I need your kiss

But when it hit her, it hit hard. All of a sudden Annie found herself tittering at every dumb joke he made like she was half-crazy or just really stupid. She started to notice the way Clu's hair looked first thing in the morning before he even combed it. She even started to wonder what it would be like, if you know what I mean, though she tried not to dwell on that because there was still an element of ick that hadn't quite gone away.

skintight baby all right
turn out the light and take a bite
skintight all night, this feels right and skintight
skintight baby all right, skintight all night

She started to make excuses to hang out with him more often and she really tried to get into the things he was into. She didn't think Chelsea and Rhonda would be quite so in love with him if they knew he still read comic books and watched Nickelodeon. So connecting with him on an intellectual level didn't really work out. That's why she decided just to finally make her move. Let her intentions be known, as it were. She just needed to find the perfect place and the perfect time to let him know how she felt and what she wanted. She had to figure out how to get him alone.

I saw you talkin' to that slut named Star
she was standin' by the Nacho Bar
she only likes you 'cause you're in magazines
but I just like you in your skintight jeans

The urgency of her mission was increased by the sudden introduction of competition in the form of, as predicted, another high school girl, some chick Annie had never even seen before. She hadn't even expected Clu to be at school that day. But there he was, and there she was, the obvious subject of his attention and the apparent object of his affection. Annie furrowed her brow pensively and hurried away in the opposite direction with her head down. Tonight was definitely going to have to be the night.

skintight baby all right
turn out the light and take a bite
skintight all night, this feels right and skintight
skintight baby all right, skintight all night

The poor boy barely had time to choke out a couple words: "Hey, Mrs. P., what's for-" Then he squeaked and disappeared in a blonde blur. Somewhere in the house, a closet door slammed, and almost everyone ignored the sound. Except for one person, who was far more concerned with the whereabouts of the two missing people than she had any particular right to be. She had two options: search or seethe. She locked the door to her own room and chose the latter.