AHAH! I got bored… and made another of these. Plus, it might help me overcome my epic failure of all things timed ((glares at math section of ACT) I shall DEFEAT YOU, ACT! xD;;) Anywho… If you're not familiar with the songs, do look them up. They're worth hearing, and set the mood for the ficlets . Also, I only did six… because there's no way I can top the last one. If you can only read two… read the first and last. They're the only ones that I really enjoyed writing, truth be told.

1. Anytime – Eve 6 (You can smack me for this. If you wish. I kinda like it)

"I believe in fate…"

The needle of the speedometer hit 70, then beyond.

"…and forever…"

Sid's eyes narrowed, taking in the oily-black patch of road before him. It went forever. Yes… forever.

"…and we're just not it."

They just weren't 'it'. Well, there was nothing like an aimless midnight adventure to take the edge off of a break-up, right? Sid threw his head back and laughed as he swerved into a parking space.

This wasn't just a leisurely drive, was it? Still laughing, he swung the car door open and ran to the apartment's doorstep, where a willowy woman was standing… right at fate's front door.

"Looking for your destiny?" Sid grinned wolfishly. "Fuck that." And he pulled Helga closer.

2. The Impression That I Get – The Mighty Mighty Bosstones (… Yay, SKA!)

"Okay, princess. You and your three hundred dollar jeans can just walk outta here."

Rhonda raised her chin and tried a smile. "At least they're not falling apart like some people's pants. You've absolutely no style…" A pause. "Or class," she added curtly.

"You wouldn't last a day in the real world," came the reply, after Rhonda had turned away.

She didn't acknowledge this—she was above those people with their petty, jealous little snipes. She was a well-rounded human being—much more than money, make-up, and high heels… Right? She knew she was… but… a few encouraging words would be nice… just every once in a while.

3. We Will Fall Together – Streetlight Manifesto (More ska! xD The song ended there… so we shall have to deal with the ending I gave.)

Sid took a deep breath, holding the mini-vac close to his chest. What had he gotten himself into this time? It was ridiculous! He stared into the dark corners of the abandoned hotel room. No dare was worth this. And whatever was in here…. It would certainly not be defeated with a handheld vacuum cleaner!

There were heavy footfalls on the stairs, thirty feet away… tops. He spun out of the room and ran, not even caring that tears were falling from his eyes.

And the steps behind him, they were faster… and closer… and whatever it was, it was so much bigger than poor little Sid.

He couldn't outrun it… no. So, he prepared himself to stop… to turn around… and fight for his life. But there was a very different sound—a falling sound. And when Sid did stop and turn, he saw Stinky and Harold, standing over a very dead Bigfoot-alien-hambuger-thing.

Friends.

What would Sid do without them?

4. American Girl – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Hehe. I made a HA! Fanvid to this!)

Helga G. Pataki had each bend and curve of her life planned out—from the wedding onward, that is. She knew she wanted a sunset wedding, and to go on a cruise for her honeymoon… and they would take a hot-air balloon over the grand canyon. Everything would be a dream.

But sometimes, getting to that first step proves well… impossible. She never found herself becoming closer to Arnold. He dated the pretty girls, and smiled politely when he walked past her in the halls.

Helga chose to believe that where there was a will, there was indeed a way, and that her life would follow the proverbial treasure map. The world was meant for her, after all. And she deserved her perfect life.

5. Jaded – Aerosmith

Arnold watched Helga across the table, as she put a glass to her lips and downed the amber liquid. She had quite successfully followed in her mother's footsteps, and it ripped Arnold apart.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked with a thin smile. He mentally smacked himself for playing the fool but… he didn't want to argue today.

Helga placidly refilled her glass.

Arnold smiled patiently for a painfully long minute, awaiting her answer. But it never came. Screw it; he could avoid arguing another day. He tore across the kitchen, grabbing every bottle he could find, launching them against the walls, the refrigerator, and every other surface which could possibly break glass.

With the floors soaked, and covered in glass, Arnold turned to Helga and smiled, sincerely this time. "How about we go dancing?"

6. Sunglasses at Night – Corey Hart

Arnold, clad all in black, greeted the world outside his door with a dangerous smirk. The hazy twilight was made darker by the sunglasses he wore, and it was indeed lucky that he had them, for the look in his eyes was truly insane.

But before he could get so much as a step out the door, Helga appeared from god knows where and grabbed the collar of his trench coat. "Oh, Arnold… What the HELL?"

Arnold didn't respond.

She pulled his trench coat down his bare shoulder and frowned at the sight of the vest beneath. "What… the… hell…?" she repeated.

He lowered his chin and peered over his glasses, smile wider than ever. "You gonna stop me, babe?"

Helga quirked an eyebrow and ripped the sunglasses from his face. "Arnold? Honestly…"

"Fine," he groaned. "I was gonna go play laser-tag with the guys and… There's this really cool sci-fi place. Can I go?"

"You…" Helga threw the sunglasses back at him "…are SUCH a DORK!" She fell back against the wall, fingers to her lips. "The vest and the tiny sunglasses… Oh my god, Arnold! You…" The words fought laughter for precious breath, and lost pitifully as she crumpled to the floor, fanning herself and laughing. When she finally found the strength to look up again, he was holding out the coat towards her… and the sight of the previously concealed tight black pants sent her into another laughter-spiral.

"Oh, don't laugh… You're coming."

"Wh…wha?"

"Yup. Put on the coat and let's go."

"A super-dorky-loser game?" She shrugged and slipped the trench coat on. "Neat."