Hi everyone! I'm really pleased with the feedback I've been getting - people seem to really like this! At least, I think you guys do, haha. I have the story, the romances, and the conflicts all planned out - I hope I can get four years worth of it [freshman, sophomore, junior, senior].

Disclaimer: David Shore is a genius.

Copyright: Probably not an original idea, but please don't take my writing.

So as always, read, review[especially review], and enjoy!

High school was different then any of them had ever expected – changing classes, disgusting cafeteria food, hot senior boys, and the off-limit senior girls. And after two weeks of school, the hallways were covered with homecoming flyers and the football team was practicing until eight at night. Student government was running bake sales, car washes, and any other possible fundraiser to raise money for the big homecoming dance.

"This is ridiculous," Remy said, her grey suede ankle boot heel clicking as she headed to her seat and slid next to Allison. Allison and James stopped talking and turned to her.

"What is?"

"This… homecoming thing. Who really wants to get dressed up for one night, put on an uncomfortable dress and shoes just so that you can be out for a few hours and get your picture in the yearbook?" Remy said, opening her notebook, finishing the Spanish assignment that she had neglected last night. Allison and James stared at her blankly and she looked up.

"What?"

"Are you just sad because you don't have a date?" Allison asked, poking her nose playfully. Remy shook her head, running a hand through her long hair.

"No, I'm just not going." Allison watched her for a moment and then turned to James.

"Are you going to ask Amber?" Allison said quietly, looking over at the cheerleaders in their throng on the other side of the room. James shook his head, taking a quick look, but then looking away.

"I was… thinking… never mind," James said and Allison hit him on the head.

"Ouch!"

"Tell me, Jimmy!"

"I was thinking about maybe asking… Lisa?" Allison shrieked, throwing her arms around her friend, eliciting strange stares from the entire room.

"We've just been talking lately… and I like her, so I just thought," James said smiling shyly.

"You want me to do some recon for you?" James shook his head.

"No, I think I've got it. You want me to do some recon for you?" Allison tilted her head, confused.

"What do you mean? Who?"

"Four letters. Dark hair. Bright blue eyes." Allison blushed, thinking about Greg and his bright blue eyes and captivating, albeit pain in the ass, personality.

"No," Allison said smiling, "I can handle it."

"Hi!" Allison said cheerfully, sliding into her everyday seat next to Greg in her first period of class. He looked up and gave her a small smile.

"Hey." She watched him flip through his notebook for a clean piece of paper, her heart beating a million miles an hour when he looked up and gave her a small smile.

"Are you excited for homecoming? The game, the dance?" Allison asked cheerfully. Greg shrugged, wondering what she was getting at.

"I guess so." Allison nodded – she had thought he liked her enough to be vaguely interested in going with her.

"Do you have a date?" She asked casually and now he looked up, a small smile on his face.

"No… I don't. Do you?"

"No, I don't," she said with a small smile.

"So if you don't have a date… and I don't have a date… would you like to go with me?" Allison smiled, the apples of her cheeks turning a bright pink as she nodded eagerly.

"Of course."

"Can I sit here?" James looked up and smiled at seeing Lisa's cheerful face. James slid over, making room for Lisa and her lunch tray and the table immediately brightened up, filled with choruses of hellos.

"Lisa, I love your outfit," one of the girls said and Lisa smiled, looking down at her ruffled pink blouse and blue corduroy skirt.

"Thanks," she said sincerely and James nodded, looking over at her as well.

"I like your outfit, too," he said softly and gave her a smile. Lisa looked at him, obviously pleased, but surprised. The conversation flowed easily at the table, and then drifted to homecoming.

"Are you going?" James asked, turning to Lisa. The table quieted down and Lisa blushed.

"Maybe… why?"

"I was just… wondering if you would like to go with me?" A grin spread over Lisa's face as she nodded enthusiastically.

"I'd love to."

"Rob! Wait up!" Robert stopped and turned, watching the familiar head of blonde hair make his way through the hallway.

"Hey," Amber said, falling into place next to him as they headed to their sixth period class. "That meat was totally gross," she said, laughing as she flirtatiously twirled a piece of hair behind her ear. He nodded, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

"Definitely," he said, nonchalantly. She put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him amid the flow of traffic.

"Homecoming is next week."

"So I've heard. You know we have been practicing for the big game."

"We have to," Amber replied and without missing a beat, added, "The dance is the next day."

"So I've also heard."

"Do you have a date?" Robert laughed, running a hand through his blonde hair, letting it fall into a perfect swoop.

"No, I don't."

"Then, it's settled – we're going together. And it's most likely that we will be elected on homecoming court together. So doesn't that just make sense?" Amber asked, turning on her heel. "See you later," she said and Robert watched her walk away. He shook his head, wondering how she kept dragging him in.

If her father wasn't so busy working, Remy would have gotten home a lot earlier – but he was working to make a living for the two of them, so she was forced to take the bus. She didn't mind – it gave her some time to relax and catch up on her reading before she started on her homework. Remy had relaxed into her regular seat in the front of the bus and had opened a book. She wasn't even a page further than when she had left off before she was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Mind if I sit?" She looked up and sighed, annoyed to see Eric standing over her. She wasn't rude, however, so she unwillingly slid out to let him in.

"What are you reading?" He asked, looking at the book. She looked at him and held up the cover for him to see.

"Kafka," she said shortly, pushing her hair behind her ear. Eric watched her as she engrossed herself in her book and after a few moments, she looked back up at him.

"Why are you watching me?"

"You're not bad to look at." Remy flushed, but refused to look up. They rode in silence for a few moments.

"Do you have a date to homecoming?"

"Excuse me?" She asked, dropping her book in her lap.

"Do you have a date to homecoming?" Eric repeated and she narrowed her eyes.

"No… I don't?"

"Want to go with me?"

"I'm sorry?" Remy blurted out as the bus rolled to a stop.

"Would you like to go to homecoming? With me." Remy stared at him for a second before she started to laugh.

"It's not a joke." Remy rolled her eyes, putting her book in her bag and sliding it over her shoulder.

"Stop it."
"Stop what? I'm asking you to homecoming with me!" Eric said, growing more frustrated by the second – what would it take for her to realize that he was genuinely interested in her?

"Stop your… I don't even know what it is. This loner outreach program that you have so kindly started. Just… stop it," she said, turning on her heel and getting off the bus, walking up the street to her house. Eric watched her go, his mouth agape – he had never been rejected before, and definitely never so violently.

"Are we meeting the boys here or at the dance?" Allison asked from in front of the sink, after applying her umpteenth layer of foundation. It wasn't meant to look cakey, just to cover her natural imperfections.

"They're meeting us here. And then Dad's taking us in the minivan," Lisa said, spraying a last round of hairspray on her abundant mass of perfect spiral curls. They helped each other with their dresses, Allison wearing a deep purple strapless bubble dress with pleats and Lisa wearing a halter dress with pink on the top and black ruffles on the bottom.

"So how's high school so far? You know, with us dating two best friends and us being best friends ourselves."

"It definitely does not suck," Allison agreed and they began to laugh.

"Come downstairs for pictures girls!" Lisa's mom called and the girls headed downstairs, giggling as they tripped over each other in their heels. Lisa's parents took pictures of the two girls in various poses, until the doorbell rang.

"Hey," James said as him and Greg stood at the door, James looking perfectly normal in his fancy clothes, but Greg looking out of place in nice clothing. They exchanged boutonnieres and corsages and Lisa's parents took pictures of the girls with their dates, while they smiled ten feet wide, feeling like the happiest girls in the world.

They could hear the music, even as they got out of the car, and headed towards the school gym. The boys handed over their tickets and they headed inside, the boys immediately discarding their jackets on a pile in the front and loosening their ties.

"You look… really great," Greg said to Allison as they headed over to the dance floor. Allison blushed, as she patted her waves, making sure her hair had stayed in tact.

"Thanks… You clean up pretty well yourself," she teased and they laughed together, moving in place on the dance floor.

On the other side of the room, James and Lisa stood by the drinks, as he opened a can of soda for her and handing it to her.

"Thanks," she said, smiling at him.

"You look beautiful," he said, putting an arm around her waist. Lisa smiled, breathing in his scent of cologne and shampoo.

"You look great too," she complimented, leaning her head on his shoulder. They watched as a large group of their class broke away from the dance floor and headed to the entrance, greeting Robert and Amber. Lisa watched James watch Amber, feeling a pinprick of jealousy. James watched her for a few moments, then turned to face Lisa. He was here with her, and was going to make the most of that. Lisa smiled, relieved that he finally let go of her.

Amber had perfectly coordinated their outfits, her in a fashionable pink dress, and Robert in a freshly starched white t-shirt and a matching pink tie. They wore their homecoming court banners and the moment they stepped into the school gym, they were greeted by a crowd of admirers. Amber fell into her crowd of blonde cheerleaders and Robert fell into the center of the football team. They talked with their friends for a few moments before Amber grabbed Robert's hand pulling him into the center of the dance floor. As they went to go dance, they brushed by Allison and Greg. Rob watched as they danced, noticing the bright green of Allison's oval eyes. He felt a surge of heat rush through his body and he would have kept on looking at her, if he wasn't pulled away by Amber.

"Princeton High School, it's your last slow dance for your homecoming – make the most out of it!" The DJ spoke over the microphone and Coldplay's Fix You came over the loudspeakers. Couples all over the floor turned to face each other, some holding on tight, other standing at an arms length away.

Allison stood facing Greg, looking up into his bright blue eyes. They stood at an arms length away, but something compelled her to step forward and lean her head on his chest. He was surprised for a moment, but relaxed into the position. Allison smiled, happy with her perfect ending to a perfect evening.

Lisa had her arms wrapped around Wilson at the edge of the dance floor. She looked into his chocolate brown eyes and gave him a small smile.

"You know, you can move closer – I don't bite." James laughed, obviously flustered, as he pulled her closer to him.

"Sorry," he said, smiling. "I'm not very good at this." Lisa shook her head.

"You're doing great."