Todd sadly watched Elizabeth's lighted window from the street, sitting in his battered pickup truck.It had broken down this morning when he was trying to follow Elizabeth andBruce.

Just because I don't have a Porsche with the license plate 1Bruce1, He thought bitterly. He had tried to make his own license plate this morning out of construction paper and glue. Trying to be original, he had written 2Todd2 and then he had carefully attached it to his real license plate via paperclips.

But that had been a disaster. A little kid had laughed at him and then the wind had blown away all his hard work. He had finally found it in a neighbor's backyard. That's when some testosterone-crazed dragnet worshipping cop named STAN had arrested him for prowling. When he tried to explain himself, that unreasonable fuzz had given him a ticket for having two license plates.

He got out of his car, moving closer as if hypnotized. He couldn't give up on Liz yet. Liz couldn't be completely done with him, could she?

He saw a silhouette appear through her silky white curtains and edged closer, trying to find a more advantageous position in the tree he had climbed. The girl in the window appeared to be…dancing.

But why was she rubbing up against the bedpost like that? Was this some kind of modern dance? Then Todd noticed three other silhouettes and gasped audibly.

"Boys? But she's not married yet!"

Todd slowly began to overcome his shock as the only possible answer came to him. He must be looking through Jessica's window.

"I can't do anything right," he muttered, sighing. Then his eyes widened.

No…wait, this was Elizabeth's room, even though he had never been inside it, there were no food wrappers or clothes on the floor.

"Liz!" he cried in anguish. Then his fascination overcame his shock. What was Liz doing with that bed post? Why didn't she ever do that for him?

Wow…This was even better than holding Liz's hand. He must have been leaning forward too far, and not paying much attention, because he fell out of the tree.

Someone helped him to his feet. "Thanks," Todd said faintly, a blissful smile still on his face. Cold handcuffs clapped onto his wrists. He noticed that he was surrounded by swirling red and blue lights.

"Another peeping tom," the cop said in disgust. "I'm tired of chasing them off this property. You'd think this was a series centered on the Wakefield twins or something."

This was so embarrassing. All the Wakefields were coming out of their house to see what was going on, even Prince Albert. Some foliage parted and Carolyn Pierce stepped primly out from behind a bush with a cell phone. The football team drove by and parked to watch the spectacle. A private helicopter landed on the roof, and Lila Fowler climbed out holding a glass of champagne and a gucchi bag. Everyone was goggling at him.

"This isn't what you think!" Todd cried.

The other policeman looked at him more closely. "You look very familiar. Do I know you?"

Todd eyes widened as he read the nametag on the officer's manly chest. The word STAN glittered in the moonlight. "No!" He said hastily. "I just have one of those faces."

"No, I know I know you." STAN shook his head, smiling. "Did I see you at Hooters during happy hour?"

"No!" Todd cried.

"Hmmm…" Stan said, scratching his head. He snapped his fingers. "Friday night, behind that little curtain in Block-Buster in the gay porn section, right?"

"I'm not even old enough to go back there yet!" Todd protested, turning even redder. All the while, Carolyn Pierce's manicured finger was efficiently hitting speed dial.

The other cop turned to lead him to the backseat.

"Hold on, it'll come to me," STAN said. "I know, you're one of the dancers at that gay strip club, the MANTANA!" He cried. "The special, the two for one show!"

"NO!" Todd's voice sounded weak and tinny in his own ears.

"Hmm…" Then Stan's face clouded over. "Oh wait, you were that prowler yesterday with the construction paper license plate." He turned to his partner. "This guy is a real sicko."

Glancing out onto the street, Todd saw Bruce Patman and Rick Andover and the third unknown guy standing in the shadows and laughing their heads off as they gave each other high fives and sorted out which who had which clothing.

"You have the right to remain silent," the policeman read off.

Todd stared at Elizabeth, wishing that she would save him, but she was hardly looking his way. For some reason she was sucking on her index finger and looking into the shadows in the direction of her three male guests.

Todd felt a wave of tenderness. Him and Liz used to be so close. He could almost understand how she felt right now, her confusion and hurt. She was sucking her finger because sucking her finger was like sucking her thumb. She felt insecure right now and she was regressing back to her childhood.

Todd glanced off into the shadows. Rick Andover was slapping the strange guy's ass. Todd wanted to go beat them up, but he knew that that wouldn't help him, or Liz right now.

Todd realized the cop was still talking. "What? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," he interrupted.

STAN rolled his eyes. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law."

Jessica fidgeted. Todd was sort of an ally right now. She couldn't let him get in trouble, could she?

Jessica sighed. Well of course she could. But lately, since Liz had changed so dramatically, the one personality that they shared between them had gotten very one sided and selfish and bitchy.

No one would want to read about a bunch of slutty, conniving twins with no redeeming qualities. Not when they could just watch T.V.! They might lose their fans and that would be the end of Sweet Valley!

Therefore, she should do something to remedy this.

"No!" Jessica wailed. "You can't arrest him!" She thought about putting her head on Todd's lap and pleading with the police officer, but Todd wasn't getting decapitated, so that might be a tad too dramatic. "This is all my fault!"

"Huh?" the tall, blond policeman asked.

"Todd was here to visit me!" Jessica said. "He was going to come in through my window, but he didn't know which one it was, because Elizabeth never allows boys in her room." She cast a significant glance Liz's way. Liz was too busy winking at STAN to pay attention.

"You're grounded, young lady!" Ned Wakefield thundered. He turned to Alice. " I knew we should have sent her away to Catholic school."

Both policemen were looking at her now. Jessica couldn't resist a flirtatious answering smile. Those policemen were pretty attractive. No wonder Liz was interested.

Meanwhile Todd was stunned. Could it be that Jessica Wakefield, his arch-rival and Elizabeth's evil twin was helping him?