A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I was spending every waking moment I had preparing for my school's production of 13. It closed April 2nd, sadness. Anyways, I had the part of… guess. That's right! Archie! At first I wanted Patrice, but I actually found I liked Archie a lot better. (Even if arm braces are near-impossible to walk with, believe me, I know) He really is everything I want to be. Oh, and just so you know, I am a girl, but we were short on Boy's (thank god) so I got to be a lead. After seeing the whole show from his eyes, I wanted to post this. I also had a request for a bit of Charlotte, so I'll see what I can do… Enjoy, all you 13 fans!

Disclaimer: If I owned 13, there would be a sequel.

After I had that talk with Evan, I set out to find Patrice. Something was bugging me, when he asked me about Patrice, the urgency in his voice was… strange. Almost like he cared about her… like REALLY cared about her. Whatever, not my business, I just needed to talk to Patrice. I didn't expect it to be very easy to convince her that he was sorry, but I just kept reminding myself of something…

It's all for Kendra!

I had started to call Evans many insane, crazy, impossible, outrageous plans "Project: Get-The-Girl", and even if he had yet to have success, I had faith in "The Brain" (Although, I don't care what he said, no one alive is going to 'Hail' him for getting them into a movie) So I kept putting One foot (crutch) in front of the other.

God, where could she be? I thought. Okay, if I were a depressed Teenage girl where would I be? Star Trek convention. …Uh, that was no help at all.

It was then that I came across the library. Of course! She'll be in there writing profanity about the new kid in her Diary. I pushed open the door with a shoulder. Patrice was sitting on one of the steps that lead to the second level of the Library, scribbling viciously in her notebook. Wow, Do I know Patrice, or do I know Patrice?

"Patrice!" I yelled… maybe a bit too loudly. The Librarian shushed me harshly, and I jumped, but moved towards my friend. She closed her book and stuffed it in her shoulder bag, standing to leave. "Wait…" I said, in a whisper this time. I knew that if it came down to a race, she'd win hands-down.

"I don't want to talk now, Archie." She said, but she sat down, and I knew this was Girl-talk for "I need to rant to someone."

"It's about Evan." I retaliated.

"Especially about Evan!" She nearly screeched. The following chorus of "Shhh" coming from the librarian and surrounding teachers seemed to go on forever. Patrice blushed.

"What he did… he really didn't mean it." I whispered. She pulled out her notebook and started stabbing some poor page with her pen.

"Right, sure, yeah, Ripping up my invite in front of everyone who hates me is sooo not what he meant." She whispered sarcastically. I sat down beside her and pulled the pen out of her hand so the paper wouldn't have to endure any more torment.

"Come on, you know you really like him!" I said.

"What makes you think that?" Again with the screeching! The librarian didn't even bother this time, just shot us a nasty glare.

"Well," I flipped the pages of her diary back to a few days before where those exact word were written with hearts surrounding them. "Because you said, 'I really like him'" I pointed them out, as if they weren't already obvious. "But maybe I read that one wrong. And keep it down or we'll get kicked out of here!" she put her diary back into her bag and crossed her arms.

"Why are you sticking up for him?" She was really mad, but I could tell she was listening.

"He's a nice guy, for one." She looked at the floor. "Look, he's new, and he made a mistake, but… I think we're gonna be friends."

"Good luck with that." Wow, she was really mad. I guess the more you care about a person, the more it hurts to lose them. So, that means if she's this mad, she must really care about him. Wait, Patrice cares about Evan, and Evan cares about Patrice, and… neither of them are any the wiser! Okay, now this is my business.

"Just give him another chance?" I said.

"Another chance? No, sorry. I've given another chance to every jerk in this town! Friend please…" Oh, great here comes another one of her friend rants. "A friend is someone who's always there for you, someone who cares about you! Not someone who will turn on you in a moment for popularity!" she said 'popularity like it was some sort of disease, or an insect of the gross and ugly kind. "A friend is someone who will pass notes to you and not care about your terrible spelling. Someone who keeps your secrets and… and…"

She looked close to tears. This was going to be harder that I thought. I gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. She looked up at me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt tears land on my shoulder. God, what do I do? What do I do? She squeezed my neck harder.

"Choking… Not breathing… Patrice, seriously?" She let go of me and laughed through her tears. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled.

"Sorry, it's just… I thought he'd be different."

"Well, he hasn't necessarily gone to the dark side for good." I smiled.

"Really, a 'Star Wars' reference?"

"My point is," I said, blushing about the unintentional quote of one of my obsessions. "You've got him all wrong, Patrice, you'll see." I grabbed my crutches and went to my next class.

Because, now I had a plan of my own.

"Project: Get-Patrice-and-Evan-to-admit-they-are-in-love-with-each-other"!

Hm… I gotta think of a better name…

A/N: So, that's all for now, you guys! Hope you liked the chapter! Please review!