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"Mama!!! Guess what!" Theresa bubbled excitedly. "Wh." "I WON HOMECOMING QUEEN! ISN'T THAT SO EXCITING!" "Ack!" Kay yelled. "My ears are bleeding. Somebody SHUT her up. Please. For the love of God. I'm begging you." "TERROCITA!" "Oh my.did Pilar just call her own daughter.Miguel! She did," Kay laughed. "Ouch," Kay grumbled when Ms. Crane gave her a sound pinch on the arm. "What was that for? You know.you owe me big time for making me ride in the back seat with that twit. In a convertible no less. She had her head hanging out the side like a dog. You didn't have to endure her whining about swallowing a damn bug. Well.if she hadn't had her mouth wide open in the first place." "Okay. Okay," Ms. Crane said. Holding her hands up. "I'm sorry. If Pilar says yes to Theresa borrowing one of my nieces' dresses for the dance, you can go along and pick one, too. Fair enough?" "Jewelry, too?" Kay bargained gamely. "A dress would be fine," she said quickly.

"Sheridan," Pilar said gravely. "Is what Theresita says true? Did she REALLY win Homecoming Queen?" "Mama," Theresa squealed. Grabbing Pilar's arm and squeezing the circulation out of it. "Don't you believe me? I would NEVER lie to you." Kay smirked when Ms. Crane's golden brows shot up comically. "Yeah.like I believe THAT for a millisecond," she muttered under her breath. "It's true, Mama," Miguel answered for her. "I saw the results myself," Ms. Crane smiled nervously. Pilar's arm almost looked.blue. "Well.I guess she does need a dress to wear. Are you sure." "Pilar," Ms. Crane said warmly. Practically wrenching Pilar's arm from Theresa's grasp and holding her hands in her own. "They won't mind. They'd love to help out." "Maybe Theresita should stay here. And you can pick something out for her." Not a bad idea, Sheridan thought. It WOULD be safer that way. Against her better judgment, though, she said, "It wouldn't be as special," she said. Cringing inside when Theresa jumped for joy. What was she getting herself into?

"Wouldn't be as special, huh?" Kay grumbled. "I'm NOT sitting in back with her again. Miguel.you do it." Miguel grinned at them. "Can't. Football practice. Other plans." "Ugh! You! You'll regret this," Kay muttered. Stomping her foot in disgust. "Kay," Ms. Crane placated. "She can sit in the back by herself." "I'm ready, Ms. Crane," Theresa gushed. A huge bag slung over her slender shoulder. "Um.Theresa? What's with the bag?" "Oh, this?" Theresa smiled. "That's my make-up bag. I have to do the full make- up to get the full effect. Don't you think?"

O..k..a..y, Sheridan thought to herself. "Psycho Revlon Reject. No wonder she sleeps all the time in Lit class. Her eyelids are too heavy. Come on," Kay encouraged. "You know you want to laugh. Go ahead and do it. She'll never know you're laughing AT her." Sheridan bit her lip to the point of pain trying not to. But she couldn't help the burst of hysterical laughter that blind-sided her when she saw Theresa gagging in the rear view mirror. "Hey Theresa," Kay sneered. "You really should try out for the next Survivor. God knows you've eaten enough bugs today alone," she finished. Mumbling under her breath.

"Would you look at her? Skipping. I think Pilar dropped her on her head when she was a baby." "Kay," Sheridan said. Shaking her head. "Never mind," she said quickly. In what must have surely been a once in a lifetime occurrence, Julian had answered the door. And he was currently leering outrageously at Theresa. "Something about you looks familiar," he grinned. "Julian," Sheridan warned in a low voice. "This is Theresa. She's a STUDENT at Harmony High." "Jailbait," Kay piped up. "Catwoman," he exclaimed in shock. "Catwoman?" Kay mouthed. "Long story that I am NOT telling you," Sheridan said. Ushering her inside.

"Theresa! Are you okay?" "Wow," Kay said sarcastically. "What is that? A 2 second record?" "I'm alright, Ms. Crane. Really I am. I was just." Looking at that new picture of Ethan. And Gwen. "Gwitch," Theresa said in a low growl. "What did you say?" Sheridan asked incredulously. It sounded like one of two things. Neither of them good. "Oh, nothing, Ms. Crane," Theresa said all doe-eyed. "My arm still itches sometimes," she supplied. Frantically clawing at her arm. "Um.Theresa," Kay smirked. "Wrong arm there, Einstein.:" "Ow. I'm going to report you to the proper authorities. Seems you take great pleasure in causing me physical harm." "You wouldn't dare," Sheridan bluffed. Blue eyes flashing. "Would I?" Kay teased. Dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "AH!!!" "Theresa!" they exclaimed in unison.





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"Gwen," Sheridan apologized. Red-faced. "I am so sorry about what happened in there.I had no idea." Gwen laughed. "I don't think anybody knows what that girl in there is going to do next, Sheridan. Stop beating yourself up. How were you supposed to know she'd waltz into Ethan's bathroom like that? I'm just glad Ethan wasn't in the shower with me." Sheridan laughed nervously. She didn't buy Theresa's story that she slipped on the wet floor and grabbed the shower curtain to keep from falling. Although."So.they're in there trying on Ethan's sisters' dresses. Alone. Does that thought not scare you?" "A little," she admitted with a smile. Theresa was working on Kay's LAST, frazzled nerve.

"Ms. Crane," she heard the younger girl call out in a voice filled with irritation. Peeking her dark head out the door. "You better come quick. The Terror has struck again." "Terror?" Gwen laughed. "Where do you come up with this stuff?" "Dunno," Kay shrugged. Stepping into the room. "Wow!" Gwen breathed. "I think you should pick that one. You're going to knock some lucky guy's socks off." "Really?" Kay asked. Twirling around self- consciously in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. "Really," Gwen said. "In fact.I think I have the perfect earrings to go with that dress," she said. Walking over to Ethan's armoire and rifling through a small jewelry box on the top. "Here," she smiled. Presenting the pair of earrings to Kay. Kay snatched them greedily from her hands and fastened them on her earlobes. "You're right. They ARE perfect. Thanks," she smiled.

"What's going on in there?" Gwen said with a nod of her head. "Oh," Kay groaned. Throwing herself on the bed beside Gwen. "Spinderella ripped one of those expensive gowns in two. Can you believe her? She stepped into the dress-didn't bother slipping it over her head-and ripped it down the middle. Did I mention she's a klepto, too? Yeah.the klepto klutz. Keeps stuffing little 'mementos' into that two-ton make-up suitcase of hers." Gwen snickered helplessly. "Stop. Stop. I can't hear anymore of this. I'm never going to be able to look into her eyes again." "She HATES you, you know. Thinks of you as an obstacle in the way of her destiny. Which according to Termite is to marry Ethan, suck him dry, and have a mansion full of filthy bubble-brained kids." "It's just a crush," Gwen sighed. "Whatever," Kay muttered. Either this chick was blind. Or she was way confident in Forrest Junior's wuv.

"Sheridan," Gwen said in a relieved voice. "Everything okay?" Sheridan sighed and plopped herself down on the bed between Gwen and Kay. "Well.Amanda didn't like those dresses too much anyway." Gwen arched a brow at her curiously. "Destroyed. Completely and utterly destroyed," Sheridan informed her. "Where IS Ethan, by the way?" she asked. Resting her weary blond head on Gwen's shoulder. "At the office. He should be here by now.Ethan," she said happily. Jumping to her feet and hugging his neck. "How was your day? How was work?" "Okay," Ethan grumbled. "Aunt Sheridan? Why are you," he paused. Casting a wary glance Kay's way. He couldn't quite pinpoint it. It was all a little too foggy. But he seemed to remember something to do with her, a camera, and red high heels. "What are you doing here?"

"Ethan!" Theresa squealed. Sprinting.well, Theresa fashion, of course- through the open door. Arms wide open. "Does he look like a deer caught in the headlights or what?" Kay smirked. "I bet his feeble brain is sending off signals to run." "Theresa," Ethan said slowly. Catching her before she fell. "Figures," Kay mumbled. Sometimes I wonder.nah. NO ONE would purposely act THAT stupid for an imbecile like HIM. "Oh, Ethan," Theresa bubbled. "It's FATE. You caught me. You're my hero." "Ugh!" Kay groaned. Rolling her eyes. "Girlfriend standing right here." Theresa ignored her. Staring at Ethan dreamily. "Somebody get her into therapy. NOW," she hissed. Stalking out of the room. "I can't watch any more of this." I don't think I can fight the urge to slap some sense into her any longer. "Theresa," Sheridan said. Trying desperately to interrupt the weird moment. Could she be anymore obvious? If she were Gwen.Well. You're not Gwen, Sheridan. Oh god. Did Ethan HAVE to be so clueless? "Theresa," she repeated again. "I think that dress looks lovely. You should definitely pick that one. What do you think, Gwen?"

"Definitely," Gwen said in a low voice. Studying Ethan curiously. "Do YOU like it, Ethan?" Theresa asked demurely. Ha! Demurely? "Y-Y-Y-esss," he stammered. "It looks very.you look nice," he gulped. "Oh thank you!" Theresa gushed happily. "Then you WILL be my date for the Homecoming Dance. Ethan, you've made me SSSSOOOO happy," she twittered. Skipping.more like tripping-down the hall. Argh, Kay thought. Dodging her and glaring at Mr. Crane as he leered at Theresa. "What are you looking at, you dirty old man?" she sneered. Theresa did have her dress tucked into her pantyhose But still... Sticking her tongue out at him. "Ugh! The nerve!" she exclaimed. Appalled when he stuck his tongue back at her. "Take my advice," she whispered in Gwen's ear. "Dump him. NOW. I have the PERFECT man for you."





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"Oh my.Simone. Would you look at that? She looks like friggin' Medusa! All those rollers in her hair. Well.at least she didn't wear the fuzzy slippers. Wait a minute! She did! That girl is nuts! Simone." Kay said in a hushed sarcastic tone. "I'm beginning to wonder." "About what?" Simone asked boredly. Staring off into space with a dreamy smile on her face. Chad was going to DJ the dance tonight. She couldn't wait. She didn't care if she didn't have a date. Who needed one when they could watch him all night? "I think Theresa's really an alien from Mars. You know.a hybrid between those icky aliens Sigourney Weaver blasted and ET. Must have got her looks from the Reese's pieces lover." "Kay," Simone rolled her eyes. "Could you lay off of her just one day?" "And why would I do that?" Kay asked in astonishment. "She makes it sooo easy for me. She supplies me with all the ammunition, Simone. It's not like I have to dig up things from her mysterious past. The girl reads like a Dr. Seuss book." Simone giggled. Theresa as the Cat in the Hat.

"Here she comes," Kay whispered. "Miss Air-head America," she crooned. "She probably voted for herself 289 times. No one I've talked to has admitted to voting for her. They're all afraid of her. I bet you twenty bucks she hyperventilates when they crown her at the game tonight. If I were you, Simone.just bring a helmet. You might need it," Kay laughed evilly. "I know I'm bringing mine. See you later, Simone. I have something very important I have to do," she said. Walking down the hall to meet Miguel. Simone sighed when Kay's face fell upon seeing Charity. Her best friend was going to get her heart broken. Those two.you never saw one without the other. Especially lately. She pulled her French book out of her locker and headed on to class. Smiling at Ms. Crane in the doorway.

"Miguel," Kay smiled. Totally ignoring Charity. "I was wondering.you know how we always go to the Homecoming Dance together." Miguel grinned at her, and Kay felt her heart flutter in her chest. "Do you want me to." "Sure, Kay," Miguel interrupted. "You and your date can meet me and Charity at my house. I taking Charity to meet Mama." "I'd love it if you and Reese came with us, Kay," Charity said sweetly. "You two make such an adorable couple." "Reese," Kay choked. "Yes, my Sugar Plum," Reese said on cue. Scaring her out of her wits when he wrapped his arms around her. "Ow," she grumbled. Rubbing her head. "I can't wait. You're going to be so beautiful, my Darling Kay," Reese grinned. Leaning forward for a kiss. "Aww," Charity sighed. Kay had the sudden urge to hurl. "Reese," she warned. Holding a hand over her mouth. "I think I'm coming down with something. Don't want to give you my germs," she said. Rushing off to French class. She really was going to be sick. Miguel and.Pollyanna?

"Kay," Ms. Crane said softly. Taking her aside halfway after class. "Are you feeling okay? You haven't said one word the entire period." "Oh yeah," Kay muttered. "I.you wouldn't understand. You got the guy you want eating out of the palm of your hand. Mine doesn't even know I'm a girl. Or that I have a pulse." "Kay," Sheridan said gently. "That's not true. Miguel most definitely knows you're alive. And that you're a girl. He just.he just sees you as a friend. His best friend. He still loves you." "Not the way I want him to," Kay whispered. Sheridan hugged Kay's shoulders. "Miguel isn't the ONLY boy on the planet. You have lots of guys interested in you, Kay Bennett. You're just too focused on Miguel to see it. And you have one very, very sweet guy in particular at your beck and call." "Reese?" Kay scoffed. "Too Urkel-ish." Sheridan laughed. "Reese is not that bad. He adores you, and he has a good heart. He does go a little overboard," she admitted. "But I think if you gave him half a chance.Kay.just know he isn't always going to be there. Don't be so quick to push him away. You'll never find out how wonderful he can be," she said. Jessica's face in her mind's eye. She gave Kay a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I have to go make a phone call. Think about what I said. Okay?" "Okay," Kay grumbled. "Reese? Ms. Crane.you're so twitterpated you can't see straight," she mumbled. Grabbing her book bag and rushing out the door.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Oh great. As if my day could get any worse. "Oh my goodness! I broke a nail!" Theresa shrieked in sheer panic. "This is all you fault," she cried. Trembling at the horror of it all. "I have to look perfect for Ethan tonight. And now I won't," she wailed. Good grief, she thought. An evil idea forming in her head. "Theresa," she said in a falsely sweet voice. Barely containing the urge to shudder. All she needed now was a lollipop to stick in her mouth. "Don't cry. It's alright. How can Ethan not think you're the most beautiful girl in the world? 'Cause we all know it's true, don't we?" Theresa's face brightened into a ridiculous smile as she nodded her head. The rollers in her hair bobbing up and down. "And you know what? Don't worry about the chipped fingernail. EVERYBODY wants to be like you, Theresa. BE you. You'll start a new trend. Come on," she said. Offering her a hand. "I'll help you fix your make-up. You don't want everybody to see you looking like a raccoon, do you?" Theresa jutted out her lower lip and shook her head. Taking Kay's hand. "There, there," Kay said softly. Rolling her eyes as she led Theresa inside Ms. Crane's empty classroom.

Ten minutes later, she leaned back on her heels. Pleased as punch at her work of art. She slyly slipped the blue, red, and black permanent markers back in her book bag. "I'm finished," she announced. "You can open your eyes now, Theresa." She always did think Theresa would make a good clown. She already had the bumbling part down. "How do I look?" Theresa bubbled. Her smile making her look all the more absurd. "Fantastic, Darling," Kay drawled. "The envy of the entire school." "Oh, thank you!" Theresa giggled. Throwing her arms around Kay's neck exuberantly. Oh, you'll be thanking me alright, Theresita, Kay thought. Biting her lip to keep from laughing. Ah. I needed that, she thought. Jumping down from Ms. Crane's desk. Scribbling a quick note she knew would make Ms. Crane blush a deep red as soon as she saw it. She threw her head back in the air and cackled deviously. The woman might just have a heart attack. Maybe she should.nah. Where was the fun in that? Ms. Crane was strong. She could handle it. She'd just have to hope she wouldn't kill her before the Dance. Miguel.eat your heart out, she thought with a smile. She was going to show him. And by the end of the night.he'd leave sweet little Chwarity flat on her face.





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"No, Mom," Kay whined. "You absolutely cannot be a chaperone." To Simone she hissed, "The last thing this party needs is my mom. The June Cleaver wannabe." Simone giggled. Grace cocked her head to the side and smiled at the two girls. Shaking her head. "It's too late. I already volunteered. I even made a tomato soup cake for you guys. I know how much you love it." Simone couldn't stop the involuntary shudder that ran through her body. "Dad," Kay said desperately. "Uncle Hank!" she cried when he walked into the living room. "Tell Mom." Hank grinned at his niece cluelessly. "Tell Mom what.Ow! What was that for?" he grimaced when Kay stomped the heel of her shoe on his foot.

"The reason she can't be a chaperone at the Homecoming Dance." "Because." "Mom," Kay said sweetly. "They already have enough chaperones. Don't they, Uncle Hank? That's what they told you when you volunteered." "What the.um.yeah. That's EXACTLY what they told me, Grace. And I'm sure Sam wants all that DEE-LIC-EEOUS tomato soup cake to himself. Right, Bro?" Hank grinned wickedly. Slapping Sam's shoulder on the way out the door and ignoring the daggers his big brother was shooting his way. "Wait up, you guys," Jessica called. Scurrying out the front door. "You forgot me," she mumbled. Racing to catch up to the trio.

"You owe me big time," Hank said as he strode alongside the two girls. Jessica nipping at his heels. "Come on, Uncle Hank," Kay grinned. "I think YOU owe ME." Hank stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and looked at her curiously. Kay groaned. "Which is worse? Your autopsy reading death by tomato soup or spending a few hours with a bunch of hormonal teens? Besides," she grinned. "I have someone very special I want you to meet." Hank's brown eyes lit up with interest. "Oh yeah," he said. "Is it a woman?" Kay rolled her eyes. "Who did you think I wanted you to meet? Yeah, it's a woman. Never mind. I understand. Poor little Uncle Hanky hasn't been on a date for a very, very long time," she teased. "I've been on dates," Hank blustered. But Kay wasn't buying it. "Don't worry, Uncle Hank," Jessica said sweetly. "We all know you're a great guy," she consoled. "Stop." "We're here," Kay breezed. Knocking on the Lopez- Fitzgeralds' door.

"Come in," Luis said distractedly. Tugging at the neck of his suit shirt in annoyance. "Whoa, Luis! Going all out, Buddy. For a Homecoming Dance?" "He wants to look nice for Ms. Crane," Theresa sniffled. Hank did a double take. Kay couldn't fight the gigantic smile that tugged at the corners of her lips when she saw Theresa and was reminded of the fiasco at the game earlier in the evening. There Theresa was. Bubbling with excitement. Practically jumping up and down, in fact. When Mr. Crane announced her as this year's Homecoming Queen. And made a FATEful slip-up. Calling her Ms. Tammy Faye.er, Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald as last year's queen crowned her. Theresa stopped mid-hyperventilation. Her brown eyes widening like saucers. And promptly passed out when she saw her reflection in her trophy. "Why the funeral shroud? Is that like a new thing at these shindigs?"

Simone and Kay burst into raucous laughter, and Luis couldn't help but smirk at his best friend's remark. Pilar threw her hands up in the air. "MIJA! It's not that bad. Really. The lights in the Youth Center will be dim and." Whitney stared at her feet. She didn't want to give Kay the satisfaction of seeing her smile. The doorbell rang again, and Kay threw the door open. Certain she would come face to face with Miguel. All decked out. Instead she saw.REESE. "These are for you," he grinned. His glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. She took the crumpled bouquet from his hands and handed it to Jessica. "Thank you," she said between clenched teeth. "Jessica.put those in some water for me. Reese, you didn't have to," she said. Cringing as her eyes took him in. In all his powder blue glory. Great, she thought. He plucked those flowers right out of Mrs. Doolittle's front yard. And.this was the real kicker.he looked like Brainy Smurf.

"Knock, knock," a voice called from behind him. And Kay smirked when Luis nearly killed Reese in order to reach Ms. Crane's side. "Wow," he mumbled in disbelief. "Wow.you look.you look." "Good grief!" Kay exclaimed. Crossing her arms across her middle. "Spit it out! She looks like a million bucks. That's what you wanted to say. Right?" Sheridan's lips twisted into a smile as she smoothed her hands down the skirt of her dress. "You look beautiful," Luis whispered in her ear. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek and making her shiver in delight. "How did you ever find a dress to match the color of your eyes?" Kay held a finger to her throat and pretended to gag. "Real original, Buddy," Hank laughed. "Like you haven't used that li.Hello," he whistled. "Who is that?"

Sheridan gave him a funny look. "I hope you don't mind, Luis. I brought Ethan with me. And Gwen took your advice. She volunteered to be a chaperone at the dance tonight." Ethan produced another bouquet of roses. This time pink roses. "These are for Theresa. Where is she?" "I'll go get her," Whitney volunteered. "Kay," Simone whispered. "Ms. Hotchkiss is definitely checking your uncle out." "Yeah.she is, isn't she?" Kay smirked. "I knew she wasn't completely stupid. Chalk her being with Ethan up to temporary insanity, Simone. Looks like Phase I of my plan is off to a great start." "OH, ETHAN!" Theresa said breathlessly. Momentarily forgetting her woeful appearance, she raced across the room and launched herself into Ethan's arms. Oblivious of her audience. Oblivious? Ha! Well.the point could be argued she was ALWAYS oblivious. "You look so handsome!" she gushed. And nervous. And fumbling. And like a dumbass, Kay's brain supplied. Where was Miguel? "Miguel just called. He said he and Charity would meet you at the dance. Now hurry along," Pilar smiled. "They're waiting for you." Oh yeah, Kay thought. Slipping out of Reese's reach. This party was off to a great start already. Well.she'd just have to fix that, wouldn't she?





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"Chad.I LOVE what you're doing with the music," Simone gushed. "Thank you," Chad grinned. "It's.it's.I LOVE this song." "Simone," Kay hissed. Grabbing her best friend by the elbow. "Stop it! You're scaring me. Another.forget it. I give up. Join the Stupid Females of Harmony Club. Theresa will probably let you share presidential duties," she muttered. Simone turned back to Chad with a silly grin plastered on her face. "I just LOVE to dance," she rushed. Eyes closed. "Wanna dance with me, Chad? Chad? Chad? Hey," she said disappointedly. "Where'd he go? Ms. Crane.did you see where Chad went?" Sheridan shrugged her shoulders. "Chad Harris.you went to get me some punch, didn't you?" she squealed. Hugging herself in excitement.

"Oh Miguel," Charity sighed. "Thank you so much for inviting me. I've never been to a dance before," she said shyly. "You're welcome," Miguel smiled. "I wouldn't want to ask anyone but you." "Gag me," Kay grumbled. Watching the pair in disgust from a dimly lit corner of the Youth Center. "I feel like I'm stuck in a Leave it to Beaver nightmare." She adjusted the spaghetti straps of her gown. So far things were NOT going as planned. Not at all. However.it was kinda fun watching her uncle make a play for Ethan Crane's girlfriend. Oh boy did he need help, she thought.

"So.," Hank grinned. A sparkle in his brown eyes. "Would the lady like to dance?" Gwen fought the uncontrollable urge to laugh. "In these heels?" she smirked. She might as well have been Lady Liberty. She towered above the guy. "Are you calling me short?" Hank gasped in mock offense. Gwen let loose a very unlady-like snort. "Short doesn't even begin to describe it. But I have to give you credit where credit is due. You're persistent. Alright. I'll dance with you if you promise you'll stop hounding me about it." Hank grabbed her by the waist and twirled her out into the dance floor. "Ready Ginger?"

"Yo, Whitney." Whitney's brown eyes lit up, and Theresa gave her a very knowing smile. "Theresa.don't you even say it. Don't you dare," Whitney warned. Before turning around. "Hi, Chad," she said demurely. Chad held his hand out. "Luis is taking care of things while I take a break. What do you say? Dance with me?" "I.I don't know," Whitney said uncertainly. Her eyes darting around the room. What if Simone saw her? "She'd love to," Theresa bubbled. Shoving Whitney forward. Chad caught her by the waist, and Whitney lost herself in his eyes. "Um.we better go dance now," Chad whispered.

"Jessica.have you seen my Sugar Dumpling?" Jessica's blue eyes twinkled as she fixed Reese's crooked bow tie. "I think she went to the ladies' room." "Oh," Reese nodded. "She must really have to go. This is her 5th glass of punch," he said. Eyes comically wide behind the black frames of his glasses. "That's a lot of punch," he laughed. Jessica smiled at him. Her 5th glass. Kay had yet to take a single sip of punch tonight. That was just an excuse to avoid the awkward boy in front of her. "Forget the punch, Reese," she said. Taking the glass from his hands and setting it on the table beside her. "Let's have fun."

"Oh my god," Sheridan giggled as she watched Reese and Jessica out on the dance floor. If that was Kay.Kay would crawl under the nearest rock and die. Where was Kay? Kay was forgotten as soon as she felt his breath on her neck. "How would you like to show them how it's done?" She twisted around in his arms and floored him with a brilliant smile. "A little salsa.a little rumba.maybe even a tango or two." "Luis," she whispered. Batting her lashes at him playfully. Toying with the collar of his shirt. That simple touch electrifying his senses. "We can't do that," she laughed. "We're the chaperones. And besides.I don't think I can control myself once I'm in your arms. Strange things happen to me." "Oh really?" he said with the utmost interest. Wrapping his arms around her waist. "What kind of things?"

"Get a room, why don't you?" Kay rolled her eyes in passing. Sheridan's cheeks flushed bright red when she spotted Suzie across the Youth Center. Giving her a thumbs up sign. Then she laid eyes on Theresa and Ethan. "Theresa seems to have forgotten all about the little 'incident'," she said in wonderment. Luis followed her gaze to the couple on the dance floor. His little sister was all over Ethan Crane. He shook his head. As far as Theresa was concerned, nothing else mattered. Ethan Crane was her whole world. Who really cared if she looked like the Grim Reaper's bride? Come to think of it.his little sister kinda reminded of a certain killer doll with her makeover. "I can't believe Gwen's taking this so.so calmly." "Ms. Crane," Luis laughed heartily. Crooking his finger out in front of him. "I'd say Gwen is otherwise occupied." Sheridan gasped for air between belly laughs. "Oh he's bad. So bad," she wheezed as she watched Hank trample on Gwen's feet. "Looks like they're giving Reese and Jessica a run for their money. Some party, huh?" "Some party," Luis smiled. His eyes never leaving her. Some party indeed.