A/N – Apologies and more apologies. But I've been swamped with my exams and loads of revision. However, I present to you, Chapter 11.

Btw, I just thought you might be interested to know who I pictured the characters to be while I was writing the story. So here goes…

Bridget - Kaley Cuoco

Dylan – Drake Bell

Eddie – Will Friedle

Shaun – Rider Strong

Mariah Kellner – Lauren Graham

The characters that weren't created by The WB came out of my very own head!

Disclaimer: I soooo do not own Everwood. Or anywood, for that matter.

Madison woke up and rubbed her eyes. As she got out from her sleeping bag on the floor, she realised what day it was. She smiled.

It was the day of the party.

"Bridget? Bridget!" Madison hissed.

Bridget rolled over in her sleeping bag. "What?"

"Wake up! You know what day it is!"

"You bet," Bridget replied, sitting up and smiling.

Madison stood in front of mirror, trying to make a decision on her outfit. "D'you think I should ditch the sarong?"

"Definitely," Bridget drawled, pretending to be someone from Queer Eye.

"I thought so too."

"But…" Bridget said, as she whipped out something from Madison's closet, "…this sarong-skirty kinda thing looks positively fabulous on you dahling."

Madison laughed. "You are sooooo right." They both stood up in front of the mirror. Madison wore a dark brown tankini that complimented her tanned skin. She also wore the beige knee-length sarong-skirty thing on top. Bridget wore a pink and white hibiscus printed tankini with a pink swimskirt on top.

"So! You never did tell me how you managed to get us invited to Taylor Smith's pool party!"

"Well… actually, it wasn't actually Taylor who actually invited us."

"Say what?"

"Dylan Baker invited us."

"Dylan Baker! That's even better!"

"I know! And I've got more good news!"

"What could be better than you hooking up with Dylan Baker…?" Bridget sighed dreamily.

"Wait a minute Bridge. Dylan and I aren't 'hooking up.'"

"Why not?" Bridget asked.

"Because…I dunno…we only just met!"

"Or maybe because you like somebody else?" Bridget asked mischievously, raising her eyebrows. "Cough-Ephram-cough!"

"Get outta town."

"Sonny, we've been through this enough times…"

Madison threw her pillow at Bridget. "Whatever!"

"So! If you had to choose between Ephram and Dylan, who would it be?"

Pondering for a moment, she then said, "I don't know. Ephram's totally hot and totally sweet and funny…"

"But…"

"But…I guess I don't really know Dylan well enough to choose," she replied, glad to be finished with that question.

"Riiiight."

"It's true!" Then the doorbell rang.

Bridget mocked surprise. "Hmmm! I wonder who that could be?"

"Ha ha," said Madison as she went to answer the door. "Why would Ephram be standing out…Hi Ephram! Why are you standing out there?"

Ephram's mouth lay open for a second; then he recovered from seeing Madison and Bridget in their swimsuits.

"Woah! Uh…I…uh…I thought we were going to go to the Rink?"

Madison looked confused. "I thought that maybe you were just going with Amy?"

"No, I…oh. You're going to Taylor's birthday party, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Madison replied. For a moment, she was upset that she was going. "But hey, why don't you come?"

"Me? Uh, no I don't think I'd really…"

"Aw, come on. You know you'll enjoy it."

"Well…I guess…"

"Great!" Madison said, relieved.

"But…what about Amy? She'll have to go to The Rink by herself."

"So what?" Madison said under her breath. Unsuccessfully.

"Come on, Madison," Ephram said.

"Okay, whatever. She…she can come too, I guess…"

"She can? Thanks Madison," said Ephram, giving her an awkward hug.

"You're welcome," she replied, her voice strained.

As Ephram left, Bridget came out from Madison's room where she had been doing her make-up. And eavesdropping. "Uh-oh," she said.

"What?" Madison asked.

"Dylan and Taylor aren't going to be very happy…"

"Why not?"

"Because you just invited two extra people. Ephram – who will fight endlessly for love against Dylan, and Amy – does she really need an explanation for why you shouldn't have invited her?"

"I guess. But you heard how upset Ephram was when he thought of 'poor, poor Amy' going to The Rink by herself."

"Yeah, well. That tells you that he cares about people, I guess…"

"Yeah. It does." Madison replied. But she wasn't so sure that that was what Ephram had meant.

Bridget saw that Madison was upset. "So…what was that good news?"

Madison smiled, and her eyes lit up.

"Well, you know the volleyball team…"