A/N: Okay, Chapter 3! So, this isn't in my typical style, instead our Point of View comes from Trey and Jill, who act as our narrators. Slightly AU, but continued plot ( occurs after the events in Chapters 1 &2). Once again, various pairings. Song: "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" –Disney's Lion King

Disclaimer: I own nothing, at all.

Some people claim that Valentine's Day Dances are overrated. Jill was inclined to agree, because everyone walks on eggshells around single people on the day, which was quite annoying, thank you very much. Which is how she found herself in the last place she expected herself to be: guarding the punch bowl. Yeah, she was officially in Sydney-ville, although said person was guarding the door to the store room. Trey sauntered over from his position by the door, clearly looking for some decent conversation that wasn't peppered with innuendo or not-so subtle come-ons. He filled himself a glass of punch – yet to be spiked, Jill was sure – and drunk slowly. Small talk was made, mostly the weather and football, and every once in a while disparaging comments were made about various girls by Trey. In one of the many interludes in conversation, Jill noticed a guy entering who bore a striking resemblance to Adrian. (It should be noted, it could not be completely ascertained as to his identity, since some idiot on the Student Council decided to "make things interesting" and force a masquerade. Really though, she wanted to make out with her best friends ex-boyfriend and get away with it, since that was totally against the Rules of Friendship.) In any case, this mysterious someone looked a lot like Adrian.

"Oh, Lord," Jill breathed as the mysterious figure pulled a very reluctant Sydney onto the dance floor.

Trey, in his attempts to hide from 99.9% of the female population, was busy filling himself another cup of punch. "What?"

Jill hissed, "Can't you see it?"

"See what, exactly?"

Jill pointed, "Can't you see them? Together?" Trey looked and clearly saw nothing at all. "Adrian and Sydney!"

Trey choked on his punch, "What?" Then he looked again. "Oh." He eyed Jill, who was twirling the rings on her fingers agitatedly. "Is that bad?"

Jill nodded, "Yes, Yes it is. Look at it like this. Between the four of us, we are the only people in or group left who are single. If those two hook up, then we will be the only ones who are single. And do you know what that means?"

Trey shook his head, guy logic not connecting the dots as fast as girl logic had.

"That means the rest of the group will start being all "lovey-dovey" all the time, and we'll be stuck awkwardly in the mix. We'd be third wheels! Not to mention that then they'll start setting us up on dates with people so we're not left out of the love feeling, and may be they'd set us up with each other! And then, sooner or later, we just won't hang out with them because who wants to see PDA and stuff like that all the time? No one, that's who! And in the end, it'll just be me and you, awkwardly being single and alone!" Her voice had taken on a hysterical quality. She huffed, "This is a disaster!"

Trey eyed her, as if to ascertain that she was alright, "And so what do we do?"

Jill stared at him, "What do you "what do we do?" We can't do anything! It's called karma, maybe you've heard of it? Whatever you put into the universe comes back at you three times harder. We can only watch."

Trey stared at her blandly, "Ah." They both kept watching.

I can see what's happening
(What?)
And they don't have a clue
(Who?)
They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line
Our trio's down to two.
(Oh.)
Ze sweet caress of twilight
There's magic everywhere
And with all this romantic atmosphere
Disaster's in the air

After a few minutes Jill's voice took on a dreamy quality, coincidentally coinciding with the start of a slow romantic song, "Everyone can feel it can't they? The love everywhere, it's practically tangible. Anywhere you go, there's bound to be some reference or a couple holding hands or making out or doing other coupley things together."

Trey agreed, "Yeah, it gets kinda disgusting after a while, but it's nice. 'Make love not war,' you know? It's the inherent nature of the beast, to make everything better and softer and …"He struggled to find the right adjective, failing, "…Not war-y. Everything is how it's supposed to be and it's not supposed to be hard and difficult and stuff. It just is."

Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect harmony
With all its living things

Jill was watching the dance floor, not all there, "The thing is, he still has so much that he doesn't tell her. Like what he told you guys at last week's Poker Night. He's trying to push forward, but Sydney keeps back pedaling, and the only place they're going is in circles."

So many things to tell her
But how to make her see
The truth about my past? Impossible!
She'd turn away from me

Trey glanced at the Moroi girl, "Wait what happened at Poker Night? Eddie won't tell me, and I know you weren't there."

Jill looked at him pityingly, "Trey, you got drunk, of course you don't remember. And I heard everything."

Trey glared at her, calling her on her evasion. She relented. "You butt dialed me, okay? I picked up and heard everything from the beginning. I was actually surprised that you came back in one piece."

Trey stared at her, his eyes gleaming in delight. "Okay, now you have to tell me what happened. What did I say, what went on?"

Jill looked at him condescendingly, "Trey, I wouldn't tell you for the moon. As it is you're already treading on thin ice with Adrian and Eddie. I would watch it if I were you." She refilled her cup and then smiled, "But you are a funny drunk."

She eyed the swirling figures, particularly the man in the Phantom of the Opera costume and the girl in the golden dress and black and gold mask. "It's funny. She knows she has feelings for him, it's plain as the tattoo on her cheek. But she keeps back pedaling, running away, and then sometimes, like now she'll do the complete opposite. I want to hate her for causing Adrian so much pain, plunging the knife deeper at times like tonight, but I can't because she doesn't know what she does to him! She only sees the good in him, which I have to adore her for, for being able to what others can't, and she makes him try to be different because she inspires him to. But I still hate her so much for hurting him like this."

He's holding back, he's hiding
But what, I can't decide
Why won't he be the king I know he is
The king I see inside?

Trey watched her, confusion etched across his features. "Are we still talking about Melbourne and Adrian?"

Jill scowled at him, exasperated, "Yes, yes we are."

Trey drunk deeply from his cup, "I must've missed something big at Poker Night. Or I'm missing a lot more than just Poker Night." Watching Jill carefully, "S***, how much do I not know?"

Jill responded sarcastically, "About eight novels worth, I would say."

Trey was mildly impressed, "Hot D***." He sobered, "But would it really be so wrong if they got together? I mean, they look so happy, so …"

Jill finished for him, "In love? They are, and they do, and I think they might have the deep, complete, abiding love that people go their whole lives looking for."

Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings
The world, for once, in perfect harmony
With all its living things
Can you feel the love tonight?
You needn't look too far
Stealing through the night's uncertainties
Love is where they are

She took a deep breath and then continued, "But it would be like the start of World War III, or dropping a thousand atomic bombs on one spot. It would be really really really bad. For everyone. "

"Holy S***"

"Yup." Jill sipped at the punch in her cup. She wrinkled her nose, "Ugh, this got spiked."

"So if they fall in love…?"

"They're doomed."

And if he falls in love tonight
It can be assumed
His carefree days with us are history
In short, our pal is doomed

A/N: So there you have it. I really liked writing from Trey and Jill's point of view, they were fun to narrate from. And I think I will do the "Rules" three shot. As usual, if you want to review, do so. Until next time.