He slowly tried to open his eyes, and when he did, he wondered where she went. In front of him was a plain girl, red hair that hung limply down past her shoulders in no fashionable way, green eyes, not fat or anything, but not a perfect or even sexy body. She was what he and his friends would call a plain Jane.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked. Then he knew, that heavenly voice, was hers. He didn't let her know that he was disappointed in who she was, he simply smiled, "Thank you so much! That was amazing, the way you helped me. I guess I had a few too many drinks, and it hit me quick." "Yeah, my sister is inside, I'm her dd. She's your girlfriend's best friend, Billie, and she always comes home from these parties sick, and I am the one who stays up all night with her, helping her through it." When he listened to her speak, he realized that there was more to this "plain Jane" then anyone knew. Without thinking, he grabbed her, pulled her close, and hugged her. It wasn't a sexual or lustful hug, but just a friendly hug to show his appreciation. Just then he heard screaming.

"I turn my head for one second and my boyfriend is out here cheating on me!!!!!" Sandra screamed at the top of her lungs. She was standing in the open doorway that led out back from the house. "No." They both quickly stood and tried to speak. They both had a guilty look on their faces, even though they weren't doing anything wrong. "Really? Really? You weren't cheating? No, you just came out back, where all the Losers are, and you have some Tramp in your arms, but you are not cheating???" At this point, there was no reasoning with her. She was in a fit of rage. "You must be drunk, because look at this tramp. She has to be the ugliest thing at this party, and you are in her arms instead of mine? Have you seen me? What, you think she's sexier than me??"