I don't own Twilight or Sixteen Candles, just a ridiculous crush on a fictional character. Ok, two fictional characters.

Chapter 7

The Way You Make Me Feel

JasPOV

"Hey Edward, wait. What's going on?" I grabbed his arm to stop him. "I'm hungry, dude."

"Bella's on a date with some guy in there." Wow, he looked crushed. I turned around to see what he was talking about.

"Look. Do you see her and that blonde asshole?"

"Yeah. And I also see Alice. He's probably just her friend. Why don't you go in there and see what's up?" I pressed. God, Alice looks beautiful.

"I didn't see Alice." He looked through the window. "Well, she wasn't there before. But Bella still said she couldn't go out with me because she was visiting her grandparents tonight. That dude is definitely not her grandpa."

I laughed. "You're right about that, but don't over react. You of all people should know not to jump to conclusions. Remember Tanya? Besides, I don't think that's her date, actually I think that guy is into dudes. Look how he's acting with two smoking hot girls." Blondie seemed to be flirting with the waiter.

We stared at their interactions for a few moments. He got the waiter's number. Yeah, he's totally gay. I called it. I smiled smugly at Edward.

"Ok, maybe he's gay. You know you don't have the greatest judgment about these sorts of things. Remember the 'Alice is a guy' debacle?" Edward retorted.

"Screw you, Cullen. Don't bring that crap up. Anyway, you can stay out here and get all emo about Bella, and I'm going to eat." You better not screw up my chance with Alice, I thought to myself as we trudged off.

EPOV

I was really confused when I saw her with that blond fucker. I did feel better when I realized Alice was there, but I still had a crushing pain in my chest. It couldn't be a date, could it? What Jasper said did make sense, but everything was happening so fast. One day I had a pretend girlfriend, the next day I was asking out my dream girl. I didn't realize how lonely I was until I met Bella.

We walked towards the food court, then I felt a hand near my… "What the fuck, Jasper?" I snapped out of my stupor when I noticed Jasper grabbing my phone out of my pocket. "Christ, I think you touched my junk." He was furiously texting someone. "Who are you texting?"

"Bella," he said with a cocky grin. I yanked the phone from his hand, but he had already sent the message.

What r u doing? How r ur grandparents? –E

"What the hell did you do?"

The phone buzzed right away. I braced myself for the worst.

Change of plans. Shopping n eating w/Alice n family friend. Can't wait 2 see u 2morrow-B

I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't lying. I showed the message to Jasper and he gave me the 'I told you so' look. Smug bastard. Wait until he's bitching about girl troubles.

"Come on," he said. "I need to get something else to wear for the dance before the mall closes." Freaking Jasper was always so worried about his clothes. And he calls me emo.

BPOV

"Girls just wanna have fuuunnnn, they just wanna…"

"You better have a good reason for waking me up at 6:30 on Saturday morning, Alice," I growled into the phone. "And when did you change my ring tone?"

"Frankie says relax, grouch." God, she was so into the 80s. "We have a lot to do before tonight." Was she kidding me?

"Alice, it is not going to take twelve hours for me to get ready. Even I will admit I am not that hideous."

"It's not just to get dressed, Bella. We have to watch more 80s movies and listen to music and get in the mood," she explained matter of factly.

"Call me back at 10:00, not a minute earlier, and you've got a deal."

"Fine, but we are sooo watching Can't Buy Me Love and Valley Girl and you will let me have full wardrobe control."

"Fine." No problem there, young Patrick Dempsey and Nicolas Cage, you know before they got old and weird. I drifted back to my dream of Edward nibbling on my . . .

I awoke at exactly 10:01 when Alice entered my room with a suitcase and a duffle bag. "Remember, Bella, you agreed," she said as I groaned and crawled out of bed. She attacked me with the crimping iron as I put in the DVD.

"At least let me take a shower," I grumbled as I dodged her groping hands.

"Fine. But only so you won't smell like ass."

"Uhl. You're gross." I took a shower and returned for my 80s makeover.

We had so much fun laughing at the bad 80s fashions and listening to our favorite songs, the time passed by quickly.

"Where's James?" asked Alice. "I thought he was going with us."

"He is visiting a 'friend' he met at the mall," I laughed. "He'll be back in time."

"Bella, Alice, we're leaving. Have a great time at the dance, girls. Make sure you take a lot of pictures," my mom called out to us on her way out. She and Charlie were driving to Seattle to meet Emmett's parents. They were going to discuss last minute wedding plans. Sigh, the wedding was in one week.

"Bye, Mom, Dad. Have fun with the McCartys," I waved to them as they were driving away.

"That's not their last name, they're the Cu….." but I didn't hear the rest. I slammed the door. Whatever. They were my sister' s problem.

EPOV

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

"Ed-O."

"Hey, Em. It's good to hear from you. What's up?"

"You are so going to love me. I got the fake IDs for you and Jasper."

"Sweet. I didn't know what we were going to do for your bachelor party."

"No shit. I had to have my best man there. Whatcha got planned? Nothing too scandalous, cuz I got a rep to maintain."

"There's nothing that I could plan that could be worse than what you've already done, Emmett," I laughed.

"Shut it, I'm going to be a married man. All I need is my girl. And speaking of girls, Rosie's got a sister. She's not totally heinous, although I only met her once-the last time I went to Arizona. Maybe her hair grew out and you two could hook up at the wedding."

"Forget it. I can get my own girls." Like I want a bald chick that was "partially" heinous instead of Bella. Right.

"Are you sure, because you've never gotten any, if you know what I mean."

"By choice, Emmett."

"Whatever. Think about it. I'll see you Friday."

"Good luck for the game on Monday. I'll be watching. Later, bro."

I got dressed for the dance in the clothes I borrowed from my dad. Before she left, my mom swore that the outfit looked "totally 80s." She said my dad was a "total babe" in that jacket. Her words, not mine. She got all dreamy looking and ignored me after that, so I'll assume she was fantasizing about my dad. Uh, gross. But I guess looking like my dad was a good thing, since most women swooned when they saw him. I know my mom still did.

When I finished dressing, I drove to Jasper's house. I laughed when I saw him. "You look ready to go on tour, Axel. Where the hell is Slash?"

"Jealous, Dickward? Maybe Bella will fall for me when she sees me." Jasper taunted me and I punched him in the arm. "Oww, I was teasing you. For being skinny, you're freakishly strong."

"I'm not skinny, Assper. I'm lean. And you concentrate on the difference between boys and girls, genius, before you fuck up again. Do you want me to quiz you?"

"Bite me, Eddie-poo."

"Just hurry up, Jizz. I want to see Bella."

"OK, Maverick." He mumbled something about me being "touchy" and "scientology."

We drove to the dance with both of us feeling excited about what was to come. I still had reservations about what I saw last night, but I wanted to give Bella a chance to explain.

We arrived at the Forks gym before the girls. The gym was covered in pink and turquoise streamers, balloons, and banners of 80s musical groups. Geez, who decorated this place? Oh right, Jessica and Lauren. That explains the lack of taste.

The DJ was blasting Just Can't Get Enough, but when he saw Jasper he cranked up Welcome to the Jungle. Jasper started doing his Axel Rose moves, and everyone was cracking up. I saw Tyler dressed like that dude from Miami Vice. Typical douche bag. He better not try to hit on Bella again.

We loitered around the drink table for a bit, waiting for the girls. Jazz was talking to some of his other friends when I felt arms reach around my waist. I smiled and turned around to see the girl I had been waiting for.

BPOV

Alice and I finally were on our way. James was going to take my grandparents' car and meet us later. The butterflies in my stomach were moving full throttle, and I couldn't stop fidgeting. "Alice, do you think he's going to talk to me?"

"Are you kidding? You look hot. He won't be able to stay away. The problem is going to be keeping other guys away."

"Get real, Alice."

"We're here!" Alice squealed. "Look confident, and work that plaid mini."

We walked into the gym with our faces flushed with excitement. Alice was fantastically dressed like a girl from Robert Palmer's video, Simply Irresistible. You know the one with the girls in black skin-tight dresses and red lipstick? She had her short dark hair pulled back and she was wearing sky-high heels with my mom's old dress. Sorry, retro dress. Alice would kick my ass if she heard me say she was wearing an old dress. Jasper wasn't going to know what hit him.

Alice had outdone herself with my outfit. She had sewn my mom's old plaid skirt and cut up her Clash t-shirt to make me a punk rock groupie. My shirt was held together by safety pins, so I couldn't inhale too deeply, or I might pop out of my top. I was rocking my mom's knee high Doc Martens-those boots kick ass-but still showing plenty of skin. The only thing that didn't look punk was my hair, because Alice told me punk hair was 'fugly.' So she sprayed some pink streaks into my side-ponytail.

I started feeling pretty good in spite of the crappy decorations. This was my first real dance. "Ooh! Welcome to the Jungle!" exclaimed Alice. "I love Guns 'N Roses."

Then something strange happened. Alice was struck dumb. One minute she was singing and dancing, then nothing. She was standing still like she had been slapped. I looked in the direction she was facing and I saw them. Jasper and Edward. Oh. My. God.

I knew what Jasper was going to wear; I had given Edward a heads up to pass on to Jasper. But damn that boy was hot. He was wearing a skin tight t-shirt and jeans that were so worn out they were held on by a few threads. He had a bandanna tied on his head and sunglasses. He wore a leather cuff and motorcycle boots to make him Alice's ultimate wet dream.

Now that picture was perfect, but Edward-there are no words to describe him. But I'll try 'cuz I'm a people pleaser. He was my fantasy date. I think he read my diary of ultimate hot fantasies. Painted on Levis, white t-shirt stretched across every glorious muscle, boots, leather bomber jacket, and aviator sunglasses. And his beautiful coppery hair was brushed back, well, as much as Edward could control that crazy hair. He was dressed like Tom Cruise in Top Gun. Sluuurp. I had to lick the drool from the corner of my mouth. I've always had a huge crush on 80s Tom, not the crazy scientology Tom.

I was on the verge of running over there and jumping the guy, but then I saw her. Tanya. What the fuck was she wearing? Bad Madonna outfit? Knew it. She was walking over to him.

She wrapped her arms around Edward, and I watched him turn with a smile toward her. I choked back a sob as I ran for the restroom. I knew I shouldn't have trusted him. Liar.

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