Zoey got into Nicole's mini van and took a deep breath. The car smelled like French fries and nail polish mixed together. She wasn't sure why, but she liked the smell. It soothed her. Nicole clambered into the driver's seat and looked over at Zoey with a disapproving frown. She didn't start the car, but instead stared at Zoey until she took notice.

"What?"

Nicole shrugged her shoulders. "It's just… we're going to a night club and you're wearing… that!" She took a deep breath as if she was about to say something long and important. "Zoey, we're not going to the library to grab a fairy tale story or anything. We're going for drinks and dancing and look at you!"

Zoey blinked and looked down at her outfit. She was wearing faded jeans and a light blue sweater. Sighing, she got out of the car and ran back into the apartment to get changed quickly. Nicole watched with satisfaction and leaned against the steering wheel, drumming her fingers against it. Her outfit consisted of a pink skirt and a blue off the shoulder top that she had always treasured. Due to the cold weather, she also had a white cotton sleeved jacket. Instead of wearing plain old running shoes, she wore heels with straps that shimmered in bright lights.

Zoey came back a minute or two later, wearing a white tank top that reached slightly below her stomach and a black skirt that swished slightly beneath her knees. She sighed and got back into the car with her arms crossed. She glanced over at Nicole who was surveying her closely.

"So? Does this meet up to Nicole standards?"

Nicole nodded. "Well better than before, I must say. You sure change fast." She started the engine and pulled the car out of the apartment underground parking lot. A beam of sunlight washed over Zoey as they headed out to the night club. She opened the window to let some wind in to the stuffy car. Cold air blew into her face and made her hair fly backwards. Nicole stopped at a red light and brought out her cell phone. Zoey stared at it with jealously. She suddenly wished that she hadn't disposed of her phone. Deciding that she would buy a new one with her first paycheck when she got a job, Zoey turned back to the window, but kept her ears open to Nicole's conversation on the phone.

"Hi, is this Quinn Pensky?" She paused. "Yeah, this is Nicole! Hey, how are you? I was just wondering if you were interested in coming to the night club tonight." There was a murmur on the other line. "Yeah, ok, I know the sun's still up, but then we'll get there early!" Another murmur and then, "Okay, I'll see you there!" Nicole hung up as the traffic lights changed to green.

"So who's coming?" Zoey asked, rolling the window back up. The sun was just starting to go down and it was getting chillier by the second. She rubbed her arms and remembered that she hadn't brought a jacket. She immediately regretted it.

"Um… besides me and you, Logan, Dana, Quinn, Michael…" Nicole's voice trailed off. "And… um… not Dustin or Katie… you said it'd be a bit awkward with them there." She paused. "But… I didn't want to hurt their feelings by not inviting them so I phoned them anyway. They were busy tonight though… going to dinner with some other friends I think."

"Oh, okay," Zoey said, nodding her head.

"Oh yeah, and Jake might come too," Nicole said quickly.

Zoey blinked and stared hard at Nicole who was concentrating on the road. Jake? She had already seen enough of Jake for one day… did she have to see him during the night time too? What was Nicole thinking?

"Nicole," Zoey said, frowning. "Why?"

"What do you mean?" Nicole asked nervously, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel. They were almost at the nearest night club in town; a flashy place with a disco ball and lots of people between the ages of eighteen and thirty.

"You know it's kind of uncomfortable around him," Zoey said, feeling colour rush up to her cheeks. "So why did you invite him?"

"Oh, Zoey," Nicole said, taking her eyes off the road for a second to stare at her friend with pleading eyes. "He's not… Chase. You have to live with that. He's just a guy that we can be friends with and I thought it was a nice gesture to invite him. He is trying to get you a job, remember?"

Zoey turned away. "I know he's not Chase, but he reminds me so much of him that it's painful." She took a deep breath. She found herself doing this a lot these days. "It's not that I don't like Jake. It's just that facing him is hard sometimes…"

"Zoey," Nicole said sadly. "I'd give you a hug right now, but I'm driving." They had just pulled into the parking lot of the night club. Zoey spotted Logan and Dana's convertible. The two of them were leaning against the car, waiting for everyone to arrive. Nicole parked her mini van beside their flashy red car and turned the engine off. She opened the door and scrambled out. Zoey did the same.

"I thought you'd never come!" Logan said, sounding exasperated.

"You guys look great," Dana complimented. She herself was wearing gold hoop earrings and a casual black dress that reached up to her knees with a gold belt strapped around her waist. She looked incredibly classy and ready to dance.

"So do you," Nicole said, grinning.

A horn honked and the four of them turned to see a golf cart wheeling into the parking lot. Inside sat Michael and Quinn. A set of golf clubs were stored in the back and Quinn was standing up in the cart, waving like mad.

"Michael," Zoey gasped. "Where did you get that thing? I didn't know they let you take it out of the golf course!" Everyone was shocked at the arrival of Michael and Quinn. He just grinned as he parked the golf cart next to Nicole's mini van.

"He bought one himself because he liked it so much," Quinn said, grinning as she clambered out of the front seat. "He uses it instead of a car. You should have seen the stares we got on the road!"

"We're just lucky there were no police cars," Michael said. Instead of his usual golf outfit, he was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a simple white t-shirt with black designs scribbled over the front.

"Are driving golf carts on the road illegal?" Nicole asked curiously.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know it might be…."

"Well, if we're all here, let's go in," Logan said eagerly. He wore a black button up t-shirt and dark jeans that dragged on the ground. Dana clicked her tongue when she saw him stumble over his long pants.

"Wait, Jake's not here yet," Nicole said, quickly stopping everyone from entering the night club. Music was booming so loudly that they could hear it outside.

"You invited Jake?" Logan said, his mouth dropping open. He exchanged glanced with Michael who looked equally worried. They both then turned their gaze on to Zoey who quickly looked down to the ground.

"Um, who's Jake?" Quinn asked. Her brown hair still had braids of pink and purple and green in them and her glasses were still perched on her nose. She wore a purple shirt with long sleeves and a mint green coloured skirt that stopped right at her knees.

Dana pulled Quinn over and whispered in her ear. "He's Tony's friend and he looks exactly like Chase." Quinn's mouth dropped open and her eyes fell on Zoey as well.

"I'm ok with it, really," Zoey mumbled.

"Um…" Logan glanced around a little nervously. "Let's not be tense. C'mon, let's just go in and wait for the dude." He grinned and put his arm around Dana. As usual, he was dressed in a first class outfit with stonewashed jeans and a striped shirt that was open at the collar.

Michael sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well… would he be able to find us in there? I mean… it's pretty dark and loud. Maybe we should just go to a gold course and have a few games." He pretended to be hitting a golf ball with his invisible golf club.

"You guys can go in, I'll wait for him," Nicole said, obviously disliking the idea of waiting outside by herself. She sighed a little for effect. "Don't worry about me, just go in and start having fun. Grab a table and start ordering some drinks. I'll be in with Jake soon…"

Zoey sighed lightly. "Nicole, you go in. I'll wait for Jake." When everyone gave her a shocked look she said quickly, "I seriously don't mind. It's my way of showing you that I can get along with him." She took a deep breath. "Besides I need some fresh air before going in there." She motioned to the night club.

"Are you sure?" Quinn asked eagerly. "I mean… one of us can stay out here with you or something." She was jumping up and down, hoping that they could go in soon. It was getting chilly and she rubbed her arms to keep warm.

"No, seriously, I'll stay out here," Zoey said. The others mumbled their hesitant agreements and started inside. Before they reached the entrance, Zoey thought of something and quickly called out to them. They turned. "Dana and Logan… aren't you guys supposed to be working?" she said, grinning.

Logan smiled and kissed Dana on the cheek. "As the director, I can give people a night off." He sighed, sounding unusually comfortable. "That's the plus side of being a rich famous director like I am." They laughed and headed into the night club.

Zoey waited outside, minutes ticking by. It was getting cold and she remembered she didn't have a jacket. She jumped up and down like Quinn had. Jus when she was starting to get restless, she recognized Jake's car pulling in.

He parked and clambered out, looking frazzled. Looking around and spotting Zoey, he grinned and ran toward her, feeling out of breath. She smiled at him, noting how much he looked like Chase when he was running and panting. She thought for a moment. Surely it would be alright if she just… pretended he was Chase? Just for tonight?

"Hey," she said, grinning cheerfully. "What kept you?"

"I took a nap and slept over time," he said, tapping his watch lightly with his finger. "Then traffic was the absolute worst." He paused. "Where's everyone else?" He looked around as if expecting them to jump out from behind cars.

"They're inside, waiting for us," Zoey said. She grabbed Jake's arm and pulled him toward the entrance. "C'mon, let's go. They probably think we ran away or something." Laughing she started to run and he followed.

They found the rest of the group seated at a dimly lit table with beers already ordered and scattered on the table. They greeted Jake and he was introduced to Quinn who said a quick salutation. Zoey and Jake both took a seat at the end. Zoey suddenly felt compelled to do something wild that night. She grabbed a beer bottle and started to chug it down.

Everyone stared at her as the beer slowly disappeared. Once she finished and let the bottle clatter back on to the table, Michael let out a single word. "Whoa."

"Zoey, are you ok?" Nicole asked nervously as Zoey reached over to the table to grab a handful of peanuts from a little bowl. "You're acting a little… I don't know, funny." She looked over at Jake as if expecting an answer for him.

"Well, we're at a night club," Logan said, scoffing a bit. "We're here to be wild." He grabbed Dana's hand. "C'mon, let's go dance." He led her on to the dance floor which was a glow with bright neon lights. Michael and Quinn followed them and started dancing in a strange spaghetti type way.

Nicole turned to Zoey and Jake who were sharing a beer. She smiled. At least they were getting along. She suddenly felt quite alone. She sighed and reached for some peanuts when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up into Tony's apologetic face.

"Jake told me you'd be here today," Tony said. "And I just came to tell you that I…" He paused. "That I'm sorry and hope we can get back together." He blushed. "I mean, I know that I only just broke up with you a day or so ago, but I really… it's just… not the same without you."

Nicole's mouth dropped open. She dropped the peanut she was holding. "Well… I…" She coughed. "I don't know, Tony. I mean, you broke up with me and now you expect me to take you back?" She stood up and crossed her arms. "I'll reconsider."

"Then… do you want to dance?" Tony asked hesitantly.

Nicole thought for a moment. She glanced over at Zoey and Jake. "Yeah," she said, turning back to Tony. "Let's dance." The two of them went to the dance floor and started dancing. Jake and Zoey were left at the table with the beer and peanuts.

Zoey hiccupped as she drank some more beer. "You know, Jake," she said, her voice slightly slurred. "You remind me so much of Chase that…" She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. "You remind me so much of Chase that it hurts."

Jake looked at her. "Tell me about him."

Zoey giggled. "He was one in a million, Jake. Do you know what it's like to have someone and then… poof. They're gone." She swung her arm around so fast that beer splattered on to her clothes. "He was The One."

"The car accident," Jake said quietly.

Zoey nodded her head. She took another swig of beer and then clattered it down on the table. She pointed at Jake and said, "You know what? I don't know ANYTHING about you! Tell me about yourself." She rested her chin on her hand as she reached for another bottle of beer.

"Well… I lived with my aunt and uncle for a few years after my parents died," Jake said. He looked down at his lap. "They… uh… died in a car accident too." He looked at Zoey. "I really don't remember my childhood. My aunt said that it's better off if I just started fresh and didn't remember the past." He frowned. "I don't know how I could just forget so much of my life though."

Zoey nodded her head, only half listening. She was drunk and she couldn't concentrate on anything. Bright lights flashed in their faces and loud music pounded in her ears. "C'mon," she said. "Let's dance."