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Amy: AH! I love Good Charlotte…but know very little about the band in general, other than the fact that I'm in love with their voices ((cough))strange((cough)) and I just got the Chronicles ((holds up the CD)) I think the rest of my knowledge is that Joel and Benji Madden are the twin brothers right? (I think they're my icon, I know it's a GC one, and ifso, lord they're adorable in a punker way ;-P)Care to educate me?

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I pressed against the crowd the surrounded the Amity Goddess; I knew I could very well go through them in every sense of the word, but that would expose me, something that was a constant risk. She was lowered her eyes flirtatiously in a way that drove all of us mad, wanting to prove that one of us stood above the rest to claim the prize. I wished I could shove away the other suitors; part them like the Red Sea.

I was trying to wiggle my way past Gerry when there was an almighty tug on my ear that yanked me rudely back. The offender was none other than my best friend; well, one of them. Sam was in portentous mood, her face hard and her eyes positively smoldering with hate and jealousy (though she would never admit it). She pulled me away (still by my ear, ouch) as I struggled, not wanting to make a scene in public. But it turned out this was just the gimmick I needed to get the attention of Paulina. She might not want half the crowd even with twenty feet of her, but another girl taking away an adorer? She didn't think so.

"Where you going stud?" she crooned at me. I finally got loose of Sam and was headed back, but Sam caught the waist of my jeans. Her hands threaded through to a deadly weapon that could be operated by means of boxers. I stood straight up as she grasped the elastic.

"You wouldn't." I hissed at her over my shoulder.

"I would." She answered in a pissed off tone. "I can't stand that girl, honestly, what do you see in her?"

When I didn't respond she got off from the tabletop where she'd been displaying her body. Leaning casually against it, a few errant strands of hair falling into her face, which she subconsciously flicked away, she called to me. "You weren't in school day Danny."

"And for a very good reason!" Sam screamed over my shoulder, over reacting as she had been these past few days.

"They were on a date!" Tucker yelled from the food line. Sam's hands tightened on my underwear; I clenched my teeth as my boxers rode up slightly.

"Danny…" Paulina pouted and parted the boys herself; they scattered all over, watching, waiting for something to happen. She sauntered over to pose in front of me, fully aware of the Goth behind me. She reached a hand out and traced the side of my face lightly; I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there and then. With intimacy I knew was mock, but it still drove me mad with desire, she pressed her body to mine (much to the displeasure of the others) and would have kissed me…if Sam hadn't knocked her away…giving me the wedgie from hell in the process, but I was more worried about what was brewing between the two girls. Who were fighting over, of all people, me.

Sam had set Paulina's shirt off kilter and the other girl was shrieking with rage; how dare Sam! Paulina walked up to Sam, point blank, hauled off and slapped her full across the face. Sam, of course, has never been one to take things sitting down. She paused for a second before decking the less driven girl. But what was driving Sammie, well, I don't know, but it must have been powerful 'cause she proceeded to try to beat the crap out of the A-List chick. And I say try for a good reason; people tried to pull her off as she tried to beat up the object of their affection. Sam was writing in the clutches of boys who she wouldn't even speak to, let alone let touch her as the pretty girl got slowly to her feet, amazed to find that her lip was bleeding. And she would have a shiner later, I thought as I examined her face. Poor girl. I felt sorrier for her than Sam.

"You crazy bitch." Paulina yelled at Sam, her make up mussed and her hair a rat's nest with floor dirt now in it. Sam bared her teeth and fought against her captors more, thrashing about. I looked back at Paulina, who grinned seductively and motioned for me to come forward with her hand; I obeyed. Paulina sneered at Sam then slid her arms up and around my neck; I felt like my stomach had imploded. She kissed me softly on the lips, but it was devoid of any real feeling but revenge, but I still found it sweet. I heard a body crash to the floor, Sam; I broke the embrace.

Sammie was sitting defeated on the dirty floor, trying to hide the tears welling in her eyes. She sniffed loudly and got up, wiping her arm across her face, smearing her make up into wild black and purple streaks. She threw a pained look at me (she looked like a kicked dog) and bolted out the door. I was then faced with a decision.

I could go after her and loose this rare moment of popularity; or I could stay here and save my face in the eyes of my shallow peers. I could go comfort my best friend, but then her behavior had been nothing of short of unacceptable. Tuck was running through the doors after Sam to a vicious chorus of laughter. She had him; she didn't need me. I stayed.

But as luck would have it I was merely the flavor of the minute and when there were some many other flavors to sample, why just me? Paulina's eyes were caught by others who were better looking, better built, in general, just plain better than some loser with messy black hair. I left as soon as I got tired of watching her; time to go see Sammie, that is, if she would let me in. And you know what? I wasn't entirely surprised she wouldn't.

As soon as I rang the bell, her head poked out of her window, accompanied my a rousing line of 'I want the truth from you, even if it hurts me, I don't care!' that made me squirm. She narrowed her eyes.

"What do you want?" she demanded imperiously.

"Sammie, look, I'm sorry, but you know, you don't get luck like that everyday." I said uneasily, knowing I was treading dangerous ground.

"That was LUCK!" Sam roared. "You come back and talk to me when there is some sense in that head of yours!"

"I'm fine thank you!" I shouted back to her. A woman with her dog had paused and was watching from across the street. Sam glared at her.

"You got a problem!" she said, and when the woman didn't move on right away, little Sam gave her the finger. I felt the heat creep up my jacket collar; Sam, oh, what is wrong with you today?

Ok I'm off to enjoy my new Chronicles CD, YAY Good Charlotte! And to finish chapter 16 of my DPS fic! Night – Dru