2brown-eyes is my go-to girl for this fic, but ALL mistakes are mine!

Girls Just Want to Have Fun—Cindy Lauper

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)—Whitney Houston

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)— Eurythmics

Edward doesn't hang with me the rest of the night or anything, but he also doesn't ignore me. When the DJ calls for a game of chicken, he beelines it to my side and we double-team the skaters they've chosen to wield the rubber birds. They can't catch either of us, and it's hilarious, so much so that we eventually skate off the rink doubled over in laughter.

Later on, when Alice, Lauren, Jane, and I are skating a chain, he pops in to be the caboose for the entire song of Girls Just Want to Have Fun. The whole time his hands are on my hips, it's a vivid reminder of our couple's skate.

One other time, in the wee hours of the morning, I'm catnapping on a bench, and he wakes me. "Come on."

I'm in a daze as I take his hand and follow him to the rink. He sets the beat and I match my feet to his. We shuffle from side to side, shaking our hips and doing the snake with our upper bodies as I Wanna Dance with Somebody blasts from the speakers.

By the end of the song, Alice and Lauren have joined us. He leaves it to us by giving my hand a quick squeeze before skating back to the Cabbage Patch crew. I'm wide awake now and my girls and I rock out until the sun rises.

"Later, Bella." Edward taps my shoulder while I'm changing into my Vans.

He doesn't stop, and I don't respond.

I'm smiling on the inside, though.

As soon as we pull onto the road, Rose adjusts her mirror so she's glaring directly at me. "You know he'll never date a freshman."

I snort, rolling my eyes. "Who said I'd ever date him?"

"Please." She gears down, popping the clutch to make the engine rev. "This is nothing but a repeat of Jake."

"Stuff it, Cabbage Patch." I turn to stare out the window, uninterested in having this conversation with her.

"Oh, I must've hit a nerve."

"You have some nerve," Alice mumbles, her face plastered against the passenger window. "He spent more time with B than Skankgela all own his own."

"Shut it, poser."

Alice snorts, but she doesn't respond and neither do I.

Last night was amazing, and if I overanalyze it, it'll kill the excitement that's brimming just beneath my skin. The buzz of a developing crush. The thrill of that crush noticing you. The exhilaration of him showing you attention. All of that happened in just twelve hours, and I won't let her take it.

Rose has never been the adoring big sis. She's always treated Alice and me like crap. She's jealous and petty, and there was a time when she was the perfect replica of her Cabbage Patch doll—round face and body, freckles and pigtails, blond hair and blue eyes—hence the nickname. At some point, she shifted into a Barbie twin, but I'll never give her an upgrade like that.

I don't look up again until we come to a stop in their driveway. "Out, dipsticks."

Alice and I waste no time getting as far away from her as we can. I head home to heat up the breakfast Mom surely brought us, while my BFF runs into her house to change into her PJs. We meet up in my room fifteen minutes later to pig out before kicking back on my bed. The curtains are closed, and the room is nice and cozy, darkened enough for us to sleep most of the day.

"Did you ever imagine you'd be groovin' with the hottest thing to hit Forks High since those glorious three months when Garrett Nomad kicked it with his aunt in seventh grade?" Most of the blue from around Alice's eyes has been cleaned away, and she looks fresh-faced and happy-tired at the same time.

I lick my lips at the memory. "It was so fuckin' hot."

"Totally hot." Alice closes her eyes, nodding. "So hot even I'll dream about it."

I chuckle, my own eyes falling closed. "Sweet dreams are made of this …"

"Who am I to disagree…" Alice picks up the next line.

"I travel the world and the seven seas," I sing-song, already fading into sleep.

"Everybody's looking for something …"

I totally miss the next line because sweet dreamland has already claimed me.

I've been loving your stories, hard, so I'm gonna share little things here as well. I could skate, but not like B, and I have couple skated, also not like ExB. In my town, we were lucky enough to have 2 rinks. One was for the preps (which is where I went, though I was not a prep), and the other was for the hoods. Did y'all use those names when you were teens?

Raise your hand if you played chicken! *raises hand*