A/N: I 'm glad you like the last chapter! Remember, I always post my responses to everyone's review is posted on my livejournal. And to get there, just click the homepage link in my author profile. I often post a few spoilers there, just a heads-up for you guys. Did you like how that whole last chapter was all in Vaughn's point of view? Interesting, eh? So here's the chapter we've all been waiting for. PROM! Enjoy.

Warning: There is a generous amount of profanity in this chapter.

Chapter Dedication: This chapter goes out to Rachael. I'm so sorry for not replying to your review. I felt real bad, so this chapter is for you. Thanks for being a dedicated reader and reviewer!

"Okay," I murmured under my breath, swiveling around in the driver's seat to open the door and get out. I was about to open the latch of the car door, when I felt her warm hand over my cold one. A sitch of electricity went up my spine. I looked into her eyes. Big and brown with innocence.

She cupped her warm hands around mine, and squeezed.

"The letters," she finally answered.

"Wait, what?" I asked. I wasn't too sure about what she was talking about. I thought she was talking about Kevin. But maybe I was wrong to assume.

"He took the letters you sent me, Kevin did," she said, dropping my hands, looking away. Kevin, the jackass could make any situation even worse. I honestly didn't know what to say to Sydney.

So I didn't say anything.

"Vaughn?"

"Let's get to the dance," I forced a grin, trying to conceal my apparent anger. "Besides, that's what we came for, right?" All Sydney could manage was a smile.

"Yeah, let's go."

Kevin had taken the letters I sent Sydney. I always thought that she was just ignoring my letters, because she was pissed that I moved away. I never would have guessed that they were intercepted by some obsessive psycho-freak. I had worked hard on those letters. Putting in all my emotions in telling Sydney how much I missed her. It wasn't all that easy. I just couldn't believe that he had the nerve to take them...

We walked into the school gym, her arm tightly secured around mine. It was a feeling I had been waiting so long to feel again. I almost forgot about the letters. Almost. Sydney, physically attatched to me as if she would never let go. And she didn't. Well at least not until after we got our pictures taken. We hadn't had our pictures taken for a formal event since we went to that one wedding where she was a bridesmaid. I was her escort. Now I remember how I felt that one time. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, as if I was unstoppable. I felt that way now.

And Kevin. Well that kid's another story. All I can say is he has it coming. If he doesn't already, I'll make him realize that revenge is a bitch.

She didn't pull away from me until we spotted Francie and Nadia talking. It was then when she told me that she really needed to talk to them. We parted ways for a brief while, so that we could each talk to our friends. Her, Francie and Nadia seemed to be in deep conversation, while I went to find Eric and Will.

"So you finally decided to come, dude," Eric came up behind me when I was looking for him. I expected him to be with Nadia, but seeing that he even forgot she was his date, I wasn't totally surprised. Eric gave me the once over before he commented on my attire for the evening. I suddenly felt over-dressed. As if I was going to my own wedding or something. "Nice tux," he chuckled.

"I wouldn't be talking Barney. At least he's not the one wearing a purple suit," Will defended me, quickly entering our conversation. I laughed at his joke. Weiss did look like Barney. His "eggplant"-colored suit gave him appropiate justice. Will was dressed in a simple suit.

Weiss muttered something unintelligable, before talking again. "So I see you brought Sydney."

I just nodded my response. I still didn't know why Kevin had broken up with her. I mean maybe I did, because he was an ass, but other than that, I had nothing.

"So you know about the letters?" Weiss asked.

I nodded again.

Silence.

Then, "Well this is certainly awkward," Will said, always stating the obvious.

"I told you Sydney, but you just didn't listen!" Nadia said to me, re-applying her lipgloss in the bathroom mirror. We had moved our conversation to the deserted ladies room after we realized that we would be having a heated discussion. Besides, pretty much all of the people in the gym didn't know that Kevin dumped me, and staying out there and having that conversation would have suggested otherwise. Though, the truth would probably come out within the next twenty minutes, I wanted to tell Francie and Nadia what happened before Vaughn picked me up.

"So Kevin dumped you and then you called Michael?" Francie tried to recap what I was saying. "And now you're here with Michael."

I shrugged. Even though Kevin dumped me, I didn't feel that bad. Well, I felt horrible and betrayed. I mean he lied to me, stole from me, and tortured me with hateful words, but I didn't care. Vaughn just made it all the more better for me.

Nadia turned around. "And he admitted to stealing the letters?" she asked me with a knowing look on her face.

"Yeah, after pretty much saying that I was stupid and a naive prick for trusting him," I said. "Those probably weren't his exact words, but they're pretty damn close."

"What do you expect me to say? Do you want me to say, 'Oh I'm so sorry, what a jerk!'?" Nadia turned around, hands on her hips. I actually wasn't asking for any pity. I was just saying what happened. "Because if that's what you want to hear, you're not getting it from me." Ouch. That was harsh. But really, I didn't expect anything from her or Francie.

Francie pretended to pick invisible lint off of her dress, as if she was totally oblivious to the comment that Nadia just made.

"Actually Nadia. I was asking for forgiveness, not a pity party. And if you won't even give me that, then I won't even bother apologizing," I countered my sister.

But Nadia still gave me a chance. She walked up to me and enveloped me into a strong, sisterly embrace. Something I wasn't expecting, but it felt good to know that my sister still cared about me, even though I didn't listen to her. I felt guilty. She and Fran were always there for me, but I was never there for them, because I was always out with Kevin. And now I realize how much a waste of time that jackass was. This. My family and friends. This is what's worth it to me now. And Vaughn too. I knew I had to make this up to all the important people in my life.

Nadia pulled away from our embrace, and just looked at me.

"You need to trust me, us," she said pointing to herself and Francie. I did need to start trusting them. And their judgements.

I nodded.

"Well let's get out there before some people start to get different ideas," Francie said, after quickly hugging me. I was so glad that my friends forgave me. I couldn't stand not talking to them. Them ignoring me, was hell. I had no one to talk to. Except Vaughn, but it's kind of hard to talk to him about girl stuff. That just doesn't work. How is he supposed to give me advice about cramps? I had the best friends that one else could ever have. And now I realize I would never trade their friendship for anything else.

As the three of us exited the bathroom, we saw small groups of people whispering and pointingat us. I immediately assumed that they were talking about us three. What the hell did we do wrong? It's not like we stunk up the bathroom to the point of non-use. We were just talking. Francie and Nadia looked equally surprised at the fact that everyone was staring at us while whispering to their friends. The two left me to go and find Will and Eric, in hopes of breaking the uncomfortable atttention we were getting. I decided to use that moment to look for my date as well.

I scanned the gym of dancing and whispering people, in search of Vaughn. As my eyes were doing a thorough search through the crowd, they drifted to two people having vertical sex in the corner. It's true, that's exactly what it looked like. Can you say PDA overload? It was Steffanie Hubert. I couldn't see the guy who's face she was sucking on until he rolled her over on the wall, feeling his way around the inside of her dress. It was Kevin. He actually had the nerve to dump me and hook up with another girl, all in the same night. It seemed as if my life was crashing before me when I saw the two together.

It hit me. Kevin only asked me out to Homecoming to dump me, so he could get with Steffanie. I had just realized that Kevin really was just a waste of my time. I contemplated over if he really was or not, but then I decided he definitely was. I felt so stupid. The fact that your ex-boyfriend was getting all hot and bothered all over another chick the same night he dumped you, didn't look so good in the social scene. And that's why everyone was whispering. Because Kevin was a male slut. And he made me look like an ass.

I was ready to go over there, and give Kevin a piece of my mind, when a warm and familiar hand placed itself on the small of my back, sending a comforting tingle up my spine. It was Vaughn. He had detected the delicate situation, and could sense my apprehensiveness. Kevin and Steffanie pulled away from each other, when they had finally noticed a great deal of people gawking at them. Kevin's eyes landed on me, making me feel instantly self-conscious.

"Do you want to dance?" Vaughn whispered into my ear. His warm breathe giving my arms goose bumps of security.

"Sure," I grinned at him. He led me out onto the dance floor, as everyone watched our every move. After twirling me in a circle, Vaughn placed one hand on my hip, and the other took my hand as he took lead. My unoccupied hand instinctively took it's place on Vaughn's shoulder. Vaughn and I hadn't danced like this since the time we the time we had to take lessons so we could dance at my nanny's wedding. It felt weird. Maybe it was because over the past two years Vaughn had learned to take lead, and I didn't have to for once.

He smiled at me as I gazed into the green ocean one would call his eyes.

"Hey," I smiled back. "You haven't stepped on my feet yet." When we were just learning, he always stepped on my feet. And it always hurt like hell because I had to practice in open-toed heels. He just shrugged as we kept dancing. But worry lines appeared on his forehead, and I wanted so badly to wipe them away.

"There's something I need to tell you Sydney," he said, the worry lines still present. "I know that there are some things that change, but some things-"

Before he could continue, Principal Wood coughed into the mircophone before him. "Good evening my young people," he started. Everyone groaned at his opening line. "I would now like to announce the Homecoming King and Queen." The rest of the students in the gym perked up at his proposal with sudden interest. I hoped that I wouldn't get Homecoming Queen, while at the same time I secretly wished I would. "2005's Homecoming King," Wood opened the envelope, "David Mathis". The gym burst into a fit of applause as Kevin's older brother David ran up to the stage in cocky excitement. Wood crowned him, and motioned for David to step to the side as he announced the Homecoming Queen.

I stood up straighter, as if I thought that I would have the slightest chance of winning. "And this year's Homecoming Queen," Principal Wood said, fiddling with the envelope in his hand. He just couldn't get it open. After about a minute of tugging and pulling at the envelope, and groans and sighs from the crowd, the stupid principal finally managed to open the envelope. Idiot. I was shaking, when I felt Vaughn squeeze my hand to calm me with his silent encouragement. "Sorry about that folks. This year's Homecoming Queen is, Steffanie Hubert."

My body instantly relaxed. I was no longer nervous. It was over. Sure, I didn't get Homecoming Queen. That stuff was always cliche. I was bummed, but relieved at the same time.

Vaughn smiled at me weakly. Smiling back, I reassured him that I didn't really care if I won or not. He looked relieved as well. I glanced across the gym to see Kevin's reaction to what had just happened. He looked pissed as his brother and his bitch/date (Steffanie) danced the traditional King and Queen dance. It was certainly a funny sight to see. Vaughn smirked as he noticed Kevin's reaction as well. I liked this much better than winning.

As David and Steffanie's dance ended, everyone else who were gathered on the outskirts of the dance floor, flooded the previously abandoned area. The dance's DJ switched the music to a slow song. A familiar song.

You and me

We used to be, together

Everyday together, always

Don't Speak by No Doubt. Mine and Vaughn's 'song'. It was the first song we had ever slow song we ever slow danced together. It was a special song. When he was in France, every time I heard the song, I just barely caught myself from crying.

I really feel

I'm losing my best friend

I can't believe this could be, the end

I smiled at Vaughn, silently pleading him to dance with me on 'our song'. He took my hand, and guided me out into an open space. Wrapping his arms around my waist, I snaked my arms up and around his neck. I rested my head on his shoulder, and began to close my eyes as I reminisced in the safety of his arms.

It looks as though, you're letting go

And if it's real, then I don't want to know

"You're so beautiful," he said softly.

"Vaughn."

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

"It's true," he whispered into my ear. "And Syd. Even though you didn't win, you'll always be my Homecoming Queen."

I picked my head up off his shoulder, and I realized what was coming. It wasn't going to be about some silly game, and I knew it wouldn't be a one-sided interaction. This time it would actually count. No surprises. As his warm arms pulled me as close as physically possible, he leaned in, me leaning forward.

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

And as our lips touched for the first time in two years...

Our souls touched too...

Again.

A/N: Go ahead. Call me a cornball. How did you like that as the chapter that everyone was waiting for? I spent like five hours writing the second half of it. No joke. I just couldn't come up with any ideas. It was tough you guys! The first person who tells me what Vaughn meant by, "And Syd. Even though you didn't win, you'll always be my Homecoming Queen," then I'll dedicate one of the next chapters to you. And I might even consider writing you into my other Alias fanfic, Apartment Seven. MIGHT! But at least the chapter dedication is a solid promise. So if you can guess what he meant by that correctly, then I dedicate one of the next chapters to you. For serious. Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease! review! P-p-p-wease? Remember! A chapter dedication is on the line! DUN DUN DUUUUUN!