A/N: I wrote Chapter 6, everything was just dandy, until somehow the file got deleted. So I had to write the chapter ALL OVER AGAIN. I was really mad. Anyway, here it is, enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN RENT OR THE SONG "DANCING QUEEN" BY ABBA.

THE POV OF NO ONE IN PARTICULAR:

"OH MY GOD! GUYS! GUESS WHAT!" Maureen squealed. She and her friends were sitting in the cafeteria.

"What? Who died?" Roger asked, his mouth full of food. Mimi burst out laughing.

Maureen rolled her eyes, "No one died, Roger. But I bet you wished someone did."

"Ouch. That was harsh," Mark said, straightening his glasses.

"Anyway, before Roger interrupted me, I was about to say that my mom said that I could have a Halloween party and invite you guys over to my house!"

Joanne's eyes widened with excitement. "Really! That would be so awesome! I'm sick of going trick-or-treating with the little kids."

"Me too," Tom agreed.

"We can watch scary movies...I can move the couch in my living room and turn it into a dance floor...I'd get pizza and snacks and everything! We'll have so much fun!"

"When are you gonna have it?" Roger asked.

"At Christmas, Rog," Tom said sarcastically.

Roger blinked. "Dude, that's so dumb. Why would anyone have a Halloween party at Christmas?"

Tom pretended to hit his head on the lunch table while Angel started laughing.

"Tom was being sarcastic, Roger," he said, still laughing.

"Oh."

"So, you guys won't be busy or anything, right?" Maureen asked frantically.

Angel smiled. "What would we be doing on Halloween night, Mo?"

Mimi sighed dramatically. "Oh my gosh, what will I wear?"

"A costume, maybe?" Roger replied, "Dumb question, Mimi."

Mimi looked slightly hurt by this comment, prompting Roger to quickly say, "Sorry, Meemz."

"You guys don't have to wear costumes," Maureen said, "Whatever...I wanted to dress as a princess, though, but then I changed my mind."

Roger snorted. "Dude, are you serious? A princess, again? That's so baby-ish!"

"Well, in your case, Roger, you don't need a costume. You could go trick-or-treating as yourself and people would be scared of your face!"

"BURRRRN!" Joanne cried. Angel had been drinking his milk when this exchange had taken place, and had ended up having milk come out of his nose.

"Eew, Angel, that's gross!" Mark muttered. The entire group burst out laughing, but then Roger abruptly stopped laughing.

"Guys, do you realize how cheesie that was? We all just burst out laughing. At the same time. Really cheesie."

Mark blinked. "Shut up, Rog."

MAUREEN'S POV:

Maureen Johnson sat on the front steps of her house wearing a sweater and jeans...not the usual pink frilly princess costume. Ah, how she missed those costumes.

Everything was set up...the music was playing, the living-room-turned-dance-floor was ready, the snack table was full of—well—snacks. Now all Maureen had to wait for were her guests.

A car pulled up in her driveway. Maureen ran up to greet her first guest...the one person who she didn't want to show up first. Mark Cohen. Maureen couldn't help but feel slightly nervous being around Mark alone...with her friends, it was different.

Mark got out of the car, followed by his mother. He was holding a bag of chips. He walked over to her.

"Hi Maureen. I brought chips, and---" He was cut off by his mother planting a huge kiss on his cheek and running off to the car, driving off down the road.

Maureen took the bag of chips from him. "Thanks, Mark."

He adjusted his glasses nervously. Maureen couldn't help but think that it was absolutely adorable when he fidgeted with his glasses.

"You're the first one here," she said. "C'mon, let's go."

She made the bold move of taking his hand to lead him inside.

Once everyone had arrived, the fun had begun. Maureen encouraged everyone to get up and dance. She and her friends were having a great time.

Mark, Roger, and Tom ended up sitting down eating pizza and drinking fruit punch after a while. Mimi, Maureen, Angel and Joanne were dancing away. They danced their way over to them.

"My God, how is it possible that you guys never stop dancing?" Roger blurted.

"We have lots of energy!" Angel said, jumping up and down.

Suddenly a new song came on, and Mimi and Maureen squealed simultaneously.

"OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!" Mimi grabbed Roger's hand. "Roger, c'mon, dance with me!"

"Um. 'Dancing Queen'? I am not dancing to that song."

"But it's my favorite! Please, Roger?" Mimi begged, looking into his eyes. Roger rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine." She grabbed his hand and led him away.

Maureen walked up to Mark. "Marky? Do you wanna...dance with me? It's not a cheesie slow song or anything..." She trailed off.

Mark smiled a little. "Sure."

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen!

ANGEL'S POV:

Angel sat on the couch staring down at the ice in his fruit punch. Mimi was dancing away with Roger, and Maureen was having a great time dancing with Mark. Tom, Angel observed, was a great dancer. He was spinning Joanne around, tipping her upside down...making her giggle like crazy.

Everyone was dancing with somebody, except for Angel himself. He looked back down at his drink. Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up. Joanne was smiling at him.

"Don't just sit there, Angel, come and dance with Tom and I. Mark, Maureen, Roger, and Mimi are in their own little worlds. Tom and I decided we should stay away from them."

Tom laughed and nodded. "I swear if Mark and Maureen or Roger and Mimi kiss, I'm gonna vomit up all that pizza."

Angel laughed. Joanne grabbed his arm. "Come on. It's more fun to dance with more people in fast songs."

He followed Joanne and Tom. He knew that with friends like his, he would never have to feel alone for long.

MAUREEN'S POV:

"Oh, crap! The babysitter's gonna die! The monster's gonna get her!" Mimi shrieked, grabbing on to Roger's arm. Roger awkwardly pulled away. The seven friends were sitting on the couch watching a horror flick on television. The music and the lights had been turned off, and the only source of light was the blaring of the television screen.

"No, you just think she is. But she doesn't. She almost dies, but ends up finding a random weapon and destroys the monster. That's how all these movies are..." Tom muttered.

"Thanks for ruining the movie, Tom," Mark said.

"No problem, Mark."

Roger crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not scared. You guys are babies."

Tom smirked. "You sure about that?"

"Positive, dude."

After a couple of minutes, Tom slowly inched his face towards Roger and cried, "BOO!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Roger cried, almost jumping off the couch.

Angel grinned. "Not scared, huh?"

"That's not fair!"

Maureen smiled, watching her friends. In a matter of a night, she'd held Mark's hand, even danced with him—not to mention had a great time with her friends.

She marked that day as the best Halloween ever.