I knocked on her bathroom door. "Lizze? You in there?"

"Yeah. I'm almost finished in here."

"No, take your time. I just thought I'd let you know that Denisse just called me. She said she'd be here in a few minutes."

"I thought I was supposed to pick her up at her house..."

"Her brother Carl is dropping her off. She said she wanted to save you a trip."

"Works for me," she said as the exited the bathroom. Yowza, was the first thing that came to mind after fully taking in her appearance. Skirts have always been sexy in my opinion. But miniskirts. Damn...I couldn't recall ever seeing Lizzie in a miniskirt. And rather than the skirt making her look good, she made the skirt look good. She'd obviously invested some time into applying her makeup, as well. The green eye shadow made her hazel eyes look more alluring than usual.

She obviously didn't notice my reaction and just breezed past me to her closet to retrieve a pair of high heels. By now I had become familiar with her usual fragrances which were either one of the two: strawberry or some kind of coconut. But tonight she applied a scent unrecognizable to me. Whatever it was, it smelled damn good and I couldn't help but inhale as she briskly walked by me again, only this time to fetch golden earrings from her dresser.

I finally found my voice. "Going all out tonight, huh?"

She spun around placing the last earring on and beamed. My breath seemed to catch, but only for a second.

"Yeah, well I'm losing a full night's sleep because of this. I figured I may as well make it worth it."

"Good point."

We heard the doorbell from downstairs. "Ready?" I asked.

I was hit with a second surprise of the night when I pulled open Lizzie's front door. Denisse was dressed up too, her long red hair curling near its ends. She looked beautiful and I complimented her.

Demure as ever she blushed and looked down. "Thank you."

Lizzie took a few moments to join us before informing her mother that she was going out. And when she did join us, she was just as surprised by Denisse's appearance as I had been.

"Wow! Look at you." She briefly tugged at one of Denisse's curled locks. "Ugh, I'm so jealous. I was going to curl my hair too but Randa called me last minute."

The girl seemed desperate to divert all the attention from herself and meekly suggested we go on our way.

We had to park two blocks away from the party. Evidently this was a huge bash. I found this notion strange seeing as how it was only the middle of January. I couldn't think of anything worth celebrating amongst high school students during this particular month of the year. Daniel had managed to squeeze his Toyota between two SUV's across the street from us. Harold and Blake emerged from the vehicle before him and I waved the trio over.

Now that we were all standing, the girls gushed over each other's outfits. I rolled my eyes and joined the boys.

Daniel surveyed the three and chuckled. "I didn't know this party was that big of a deal."

"Neither did I, man." I shrugged with my hands placed casually in my jacket pockets. "They all look so good I'm beginning to feel underdressed."

Harold grinned. "Damn they do look good, don't they?"

Daniel lightly socked him in the shoulder. "You realize those are your friends your checking out, right?"

"What's the big deal? That's every guys fantasy standing over there."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He peered at me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I looked to Daniel for help but he appeared just as puzzled as me.

Harold laughed heartily. "C'mon man! A blonde, brunette, and a redhead..."

"This sounds like the beginning of a bad joke," I quipped.

He ignored me and continued. "We've got one of each. It doesn't get much hotter than that."

Blake finally decided to join the conversation. "Are we going to stand out here all night and gawk at our friends?"

"I vote no." Daniel deadpanned.

"Then let's roll." Miranda's voice had come from nowhere and I nearly jumped. She found this hysterical and patted my cheek.

"Relax, Virgin Driver."

I groaned. This was going to be a long night.

The group began making its way towards the house with me and Lizzie a few paces behind the pack. When we were within a block, you could already feel the music pounding.

"Damn! These punks are rich!" Harold yelled. "Check out these rides!"

Everyone surveyed the surrounding vehicles as we continued our brief walk. He was right. A luxury car here, an SUV there. I noticed a sleek-looking Corvette parked right in front of the house.

"Hey Liz, check out that one."

She followed my gaze and her body seemed to stiffen. "It's nice." I was about to question her sudden discomfort until Miranda's voice cut through my thoughts.

"This party better be worth all the effort I went though tonight.Boots aren't exactly the most comfortable things to go walking in."

"Aren't you the one that said beauty is pain?" Daniel asserted.

Miranda laughed. "So true." She then proceeded to throw open the front door. When she wanted to, she could make an entrance. And this time around was no exception.

"WOOT! WOOT!" she hollered as she entered the foyer, dragging Daniel from behind. She threw her hands up with the rhythm of the music and carelessly waltzed through the crowd. A few drunken cheers could be heard for her diva-ish entrance and we all laughed.

Harold seemed to take the most joy from that little shenanigan and rubbed his hands together excitedly. "I could tell Miranda wants to party it up tonight."

Sarcasm was dripping from Lizzie's voice. "Gee, how could you tell?"

He rolled his eyes but he was still grinning like mad. "Hey, you know as well as I do that when that chick wants to party, she makes the party. So if you'll excuse me, kiddies, wherever she goes tonight, I'm there."

The remaining four, that being Lizzie, Blake, Denisse, and I went into one of the more mellow rooms and we chatted it up for a few minutes. Blake was much more quieter than usual, which wasn't really saying much. He kept sneaking glances at Denisse and then it all came together for me.

I noticed a blond guy making his waytoward us from the other side of the room; his lustful eyes settled fully on Denisse. I wasn't the only one who noticed his sudden approach. Blake's grip visibly tightened around his can of Coke.

"Hey sexy," he greeted. The Tecate in his hand obviously wasn't his first beer of the night. His speech was slurred and his dark eyes were bloodshot.

Denisse politely smiled back and looked away.

"So...my friends and I were wondering if you wanted to come chill with us for awhile." He leaned closer invading her personal space and she backed away a bit. "We're curious about you, baby," he winked.

Blake abruptly broke in. "Denisse, you wanna dance?"

She nodded her head vigorously and mouthed a 'thank you'.

Lizzie and I soon followed the pair to the dance floor. After two or three songs, Denisse and Blake sat down. I was about to follow suit but Lizzie tugged on my arm, claiming she didn't want to dance alone. That girl was a dancing machine and after another four songs I had to take a break. She tried to coax Denisse into joining her, but there was no tearing her away from Blake. They had immersed themselves into an in-depth conversation and I asked Lizzie to simply leave them be.

A guy or two had attempted to dance with her, but each became too possessive with their dancing and each time she sent me a meaningful glance that read: 'Help'! I'd come in and play the part of the jealous boyfriend, dance one more dance, then reclaim my chair beside Blake.

Harold was laughing his head off. Miranda was already a little tipsy, but still in control. Daniel was keeping a eye on her while chatting it up with a flirtatious blonde in the corner.

"Hey hey," Miranda said. "Why doesn't the dj throw on some Aqua?"

"Who?"

"Remember that group that sang 'Barbie Girl'?"

Harold laughed and took another swig of his soda. "Are you serious?"

"Oh c'mon! That was a good ass song!"

"Amen, girl!" the petite girl next to her cheered as she crashed beer cans with Miranda.

"And the Spice Girls!" Miranda suddenly remembered. "Whatever happened to them?"

Harold shook his head, grinning. When she drank she became more talkative. They weren't the most intellectually stimulating conversations, but entertaining nonetheless.

The girl seated next to Miranda kept agreeing wholeheartedly with whatever she said. She seemed to be mesmerized by her (however unorthodox) charisma, just as everyone else in the room appeared to be. For the first time since their arrival, Miranda grew serious. Harold took an interest and followed her glare.

A tall guy with black spiky hair had managed to squeeze his way into the room, obviously curious about the center of the party's attention. His eyes quickly landed on Miranda and he returned her curious glance.

He casually approached her. "Hey Miranda. I haven't you around school in a while."

Her voice was cool. "Yeah..."

"How's Lizzie?"

If possible, her glare become more intense. "She's fine."

"Is she here?"

"Why?"

He smiled, uneffected by her glare. "Just thought it'd be nice to talk to her."

"Good luck finding her." She turned away.

"See ya, Miranda."

"Don't count on it, Steven."

A/N: Yes yes, THE Steven Parsons. If you don't remember who I'm talking about, go back and review. It might be tricky to find cause the chapter involving him is titled 'Steven Parsons'...ha. Okay I'm officially lame. Also, this is the part where I apologize for the lie I told in my last author's note. Ha, SORRY! but prom turned out to be a lot more stressful than I had anticipated. All good fun, though ;) If you don't hate me, please leave a review. If you do hate me, leave a death threat.