Author's Note: So this is a new thing for me, I haven't ever really tried doing movie fanfics. Anyways, I thought I'd take a stab at it, seemed like a fun little project to start, so here it goes. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do not own.

"Needy would you please get your fucking ass down here?" Jennifer's voice rang out through the corridor, forcing me to wince. Did she really have to be so vulgar? Probably; it was in her nature.

"Just wait, one sec—" I started.

"What are you waiting for?" Her voice interrupted me. She was at the door, her arms folded across her chest as she eyed me from across the room. I faced the door length mirror in front of me, glaring at her reflection. She shot me a smirk, skipping over to my bed and jumping on it, her arms sprawled onto the duvet like the wings of an eagle in flight.

"Not much." I said disgustingly, ripping the blue shirt I had on off and throwing it on the ground. My eyebrows set themselves in a V-shape as I scrutinized what remained of my outfit. I was keeping it clean; jeans, and the shirt, well, I really had no freaken clue what shirt to put on. I really wasn't the one to ask for fashion advice. I honestly couldn't care less if I wore grey sweatpants and an oversized sweater to a party, but Jennifer was gung ho on getting me to dress in clothes that were, in her mind, 'respectable.' Something like that.

"Are you done yet?" The pillow upon which she had planted her face muffled her exasperated tone.

"I guess, I mean, Jeez! I don't know!" I felt like taking all of my clothes out of my closet and burning them on the front lawn while performing a native dance around the fire. Maybe I needed a therapist…

I looked at my reflection; a scrawny, pale girl, with wavy blond hair that fell down past her shoulders stared back at me. I was a disaster. I guess my eyes were alright—a sky blue. Chip liked to tell me that he could gaze into my eyes forever. I frowned as my gaze fell onto my bare stomach. I needed a tan, badly. My eyes caught Jennifer's in the mirror; she was looking at me with an amused expression on her features, her dark blue eyes inspecting me closely. Her shock of glossy, straight, black hair fell past her shoulders, outlining her pale face and tall and lithe figure. She had straightened up into a sitting position, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms encircling her legs.

"Like what you see?" She asked cockily, raising one eyebrow up suggestively.

I snorted.

"Don't flatter yourself Jen." I said, bored. I grabbed a white blouse, putting that on with a grey sweater before turning around to meet Jennifer's gaze. She wore jeans as well, accompanied by a white t-shirt that said 'Fuck me I'm famous' and a dark blue zip up sweater.

"What an inviting logo there." I commented, nodding towards her shirt.

She threw me a smirk.

"Wore it just for you." She said, sliding off the bed and slowly walking over to me. "Let's go please, we've probably missed half of the party because of you now…"

Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand, yanking me towards the door. I used my other hand to keep my eyeglasses from falling off of my nose.

Jennifer had driven her car over, so that was the one we were going to be taking to the party. The car ride was kind of quiet, not awkwardly so, but still a little unusual for us. We were BFFs, or biffs, as Jen liked to call it. Nobody really understood why Jennifer hung out with me, I mean, I kind of wondered why she did too. She could be with anybody she wanted to be with, but she chose to stay by my side. Sometimes it was comical, the way she would get on someone's ass if they bothered me. Sandbox love never dies. She had other friends—to an extent. They were more like followers, or wannabe Jennifers. I was the only person she could truly rely on, due to our history together. She didn't need to impress me, that wasn't what our friendship meant. But sometimes I couldn't help but ask myself if she was using me… It just seemed that she would call on me when needed, and when she was done being open or vulnerable, I wasn't important anymore. No, I shoved the thought from my mind; Jennifer loved me just as much as I loved her. She couldn't help who she was; it was just her nature. That was it.

"Needy?" Her voice was slightly strangled, the tone revealing a vulnerability that had been well hidden when she'd been in my room.

I turned my head from the window, adjusting my eyes so that I could see her better in the fading light of the sunset. She was staring straight ahead, her bottom lip trembling.

"What is it Jen?" I asked softly. "Why don't you pull over?" I added, afraid she would burst into tears and drive us into a tree or something. Call me paranoid, but I did not want to die, I'd had enough of that death shit over the past few weeks.

That was an understatement.

I'd been through hell. Literally.

"Are you sure?" Her voice cracked. "The part—"

"Fuck the party." I said harshly. "Pull over. Now."

She did as I complied, pulling onto the side of the road next to a lone tree. She shut off the engine and slumped forward, her head resting on the steering wheel.

"You can do this." I said, my voice sure.

"What if they still think I'm… What if they try to…" A sob stopped her from voicing her fears out loud.

I reached out to her and stroked her hair, trying to convey a sense of support through the gesture.

"Don't think like that. It's over, it's all over. You're Jen now. It's gone, those pigs in the band are gone, and no one will ever bother you again. I promise." My voice rang out clear and strong.

She let out a small hiccup.

"And if those people at the party step even one foot out of line in your presence they will find themselves with no ass. Trust me."

She raised her head to look up at me, a watery smile on her face.

"I love you Needy." She whispered.

"I know." I smiled brightly, giving her a hug. Before she pulled away I squeezed her, my mouth at her ear. "Now you're going to walk in there, and you're going to wow those people. Alright?" I pulled back, and settled into my seat, the warmth from the hug traveling through my body.

"I will." She said, her voice a little stronger as she restarted the engine. She reached towards my hand, giving it a squeeze before looking over her shoulder to make sure no cars were driving by.

I was careful to monitor her emotions as we approached the party. She seemed fine, but I knew better. It would be a hard recovery for her, her life had taken a horrible turn, and, if it hadn't been for me, she would never have survived.

I mean, what would you do if you were possessed by a demon and went on to kill half the boys in town?

And then, instead of dying, you survived, but what happened to you was no longer a secret. No, it wasn't a secret, because somehow, someone had figured it out, and now everyone knew your story, everyone was scared shitless of you, and everyone still felt like you were dangerous.

What would you do when you felt like the world was against you?

What would you do then?