Disclaimed;)

"Party at my house!" a male voice shouted through the crowded hallways. Seventeen-year-old Derrick Harrington turned to his best friend, Todd Lyons.

"We so need to go to that man," Todd said excitedly. The two senior boys squeezed between the crowds of people to get to their next class.

"Why?" Derrick complained.

"Because it's the party of the year!" Todd threw an arm in excitement. Derrick looked at him hesitantly. He wasn't the let's-get-drunk-and-dance-on-the-table type.

"C'mon," Todd coaxed.

Derrick shook his head automatically.

"Let's go!" Todd insisted. "We'll have fun!"

"Err," Derrick shrugged.

"Dude, c'mon," Todd smacked his shoulder. Derrick didn't reply, he kept his caramel eyes straight ahead. Todd smacked him again.

Derrick sighed, "Fine then."

"Yay!" Todd cheered like a six-year-old.

Derrick rolled his eyes at him and continued walking.

Todd watched his best friend since second grade walk ahead of him. He knew Derrick wasn't the type to party and be social, so he was asking a lot. But he needed to go to that party. Layne Abeley was going.

Todd sighed dreamily.

Layne Abeley was the girl of his dreams. She was everything he wanted in a girl. She had huge dark eyes that always seemed to be everywhere. She always wore wacky clothes that made her stand out in a crowd. She was different, which made Todd like her.

Todd walked down the hallway and into his next class, World History.

The same class Layne was in.

Todd strode down the aisle of maroon desks and onto his assigned seat, right next to Layne herself. She was wearing an electric blue top with black jeans. Her brown hair was down, framing her beautiful face.

Todd smiled to himself. She was perfect.

"Hey man!" James, Todd's friend, greeted as he walked in the classroom. James's shorts blond hair was under a Yankees cap, his signature hat wear. A large smile occupied his face. Todd nodded casually at him. He stole a quick peek at the corner of his eye, disappointed to find her studying her sunflower yellow nails.

"What?" Todd asked, disappointed.

James sat on the desk in front of him. "So, are you going to the party at Keith Richards' house tonight?" James asked.

Todd nodded. "Yeah."

"It'll totally be the party of the year," Layne said from her seat.

Todd's heartbeat sped up.

Layne smiled at him and James, "Sorry, I'm not eavesdropping."

"It's totally cool," James insisted, his ears turning red.

"Well, it's definitely going to be one party to remember." Layne said. Dark black charcoal eyeliner outlined her large eyes, making them look more animated.

"So, you're—you're going?" Todd croaked.

Layne paused to stare at him, which made Todd wonder if he did anything wrong. But to his relief, she said, "Yeah, I'll obviously be there."

Todd nodded again. Layne playfully dropped a mascaraed eyelid, winking at the dark-haired boy.

Todd nervously picked up his hand and shot her the thumbs-up sign.

Layne just smiled politely and faced the front of the room.

Todd slapped his forehead as James smirked at him.

Sadly, Todd was the exact epitome of uncool.

desiree: so, this was kinda-really-bad because this was my poorly written piece of work. sigh. i absolutely hate opening chapters but don't worry, chapters will get longer and possibly better if i don't have to write much... o.O

Ericka: Ahahahahahaha. So, yeah. THIS was written by DESIREE. Bahahahaha. The next chapter is me, yo! I'm excited(: Anyway... Uh... Peace:) And review:) Oh! And check out our other stories, we promise you that you won't be disappointed. -nods head vigorously- Okay, I gotta go and fall on Desiree's bed now:)