It's Raining On Party Night

Well, it seems as though we had all had our fair portion of depressive, sad, and angry days this past few weeks. I'm not up for any of it no more. So, what is the best way to tell depression 'bye bye birdie'? Partay! At the Curtis'.

It always seems that when times are blue, a simple hang out at my house always brightens the day or night, for that matter.

It was Saturday night. I called the gang over because I came up with it at the last minute. You guys should know that I love you all oh so much. Enough to have to put with dear Miss Mathews complains about how she already had plans for the night and how I could have made up my pretty little mind hours before so she could be there instead. Answer? "Well cancel whatever it is your plans are and shut your mouth. It's not like you're that busy in the social department. Meet you at nine." I'm so nice. :D By nine, the music was as high as it could get and the atmosphere was party like. Well, we did everything we do at a Curtis Party. Two-Bit came in with god knows how many cases of beer. He said that Buck had send them over because he wanted Kitty to have a hell of a good party. Aw. Ain't that sweet? Creepy, but sweet.

We danced, and drank, and danced, and drank some more. I made the oh so horrible mistake of giving Blair a rootbeer just for fun. I MISS PREGGO BLAIR, ALRIGHT! She got pissed off and chased me around the neighbourhood like a 16389248326 times. Of course, she tripped and rolled over like a pinata. Well, she didn't exactly do that. That was just me wishing she would. But she did hurt me. :( I'm telling you, being used as a human pinata ain't that fun, specially if you're all skin and bone. When is fatass when you need him? So anyway, after being used as the object of the amusement of my friends, I'll get back at you bitch, we went inside and Two-Bit had the wonderful idea of playing beer pong. Brookie was innocent enough to actually think Tibbs had invented it. She was so excited that he actually had some sort of creative drop on his blood. It was almost heartbreaking when Darry had to be the party popper and tell her that that game was long invented. -.- Blonde chicky makes me smile. That's your new nickname by the way, Brooke. So the first round was Carson against Steve. Any bets towards to won? I'm sorry Stevie, but your sister beat your ass at your own game. Lol. Then it was Blair against Elena. That was interesting to watch. Both girls where playing to drink. I'm pretty sure it was E who won, but I'm not sure since at Blair's turn, she slipped and knocked the table and well, it was raining on party night. Then it was Dally against Soda and poor Petite boy will forever be mocked as a pussy. I love you Dally. *virtual high five*. And then it was me against my fiance. The word doesn't get old. I love saying it. Fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance... ok, stopping now. Two-Bitch claims he won but I beg to differ. Of course I'm not sure since it was dark and I was too drunk.

But our little beer pong didn't last long. For some extrange reason, Sodapop found a way to break the table. How he did it? I have no clue. Maybe it was his petiteness working or something. Karma bless us all. We went back inside and Jamie suggested we play spin the bottle, or well, dare or dare. Dimitrian went first and he had to dance with a mop or a broom... naked. I. Am. Never. In. My. Life. Taking. Him. Seriously. Again. Well, it was half naked, but I am forever traumatized. It wasn't a pretty sight but I laughed like hell, especially since he danced to "I like to move it, move it." Then it was Carson's turn. Insert evil smile here. She had to lick someone's (and by someone it meant Darry)... are you ready for it? Area. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh my. I loved it. Then it was Ponyboy's turn and he had to drink his weight in beer. Darry shot him a look that killed because well, we all know what happened the last time he was drunk. But he didn't listen, as always, and did it anyway. Poor thing was too drunk he passed out then and there, so we just kind of stumbled him somewhere where he wouldn't disturb us. :P I don't rememeber what I did or what anyone else did. I just remember having someone's leg on my chest that wasn't mine. Ewwww. Of course, the next day, it was not only a hangover but Darry had been the only one sober enough to remember what happened and I got yelled at for stupid Pony's drunken dispute. Fuck you, little brother. But anyway, can any of you creeps remember what else we did? Cause I suffer from short-term memory loss.

They Sleeps With The Tigers.

Hey! Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh. Hey! Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh. Hey! Four years you think for sure that's all you've got to endure. But guess what? Just when you thought it was over, back to where you just came from. Aw, that's just great. One thing is always clear... High School Never Ends.

So... what does that mean? September 6th. Oh joy, it's the first day of school! It's time go back to the slutty suck-up bitches and stupid jerks, oh and the teachers, the stupid whory assholes teachers that just love greasers oh so much. -.- But school stops being dull when Dawn Cade and Kit Curtis walk it's halls. Or as we are already known: KC/DC.

Sunday night was party night. Surprised? I really hope not. It was our annual 'End-Of-Summer-Let's-Go-Back-To-Being-Bitches' Party. :D We stayed up all night. And I mean ALL night. Dawn called Jay Jay telling him she was staying over at my place and I did the same to Darry telling him I was over at Dawn's. We just went home to change and no one noticed we where cleary in the 'dangerous mode'. We drove to school at recklessly stupid high velocities and I think we almost, almost, hit the flag pole. It was epic. We're the leaders now, we don't do 'walking'. I half parked/half occupied three spaces and got out of the truck coolly. I think I'm gonna ask Tim or Bucky to lend me one of their motorcycles. I bet they're way cooler but I don't know how to ride those but I'm sure as hell don't want to freaking kill myself trying. We wore royal blue leather jackets, skinny jeans, black boots, white blouses, and the one and only, motorcycle shades. Oh yeah. Ladies, start your engines. As soon as we stepped inside the building you know there was trouble. Dawn snapped her fingers at every little kid we encountered in the hall, repeating endlessly: "Seniors coming through." I loved that. Every freshman was like completely frightened and moved so quickly it was funny to see them fear us. It was our year and we where unstoppable. Of course, no one can ever top the masters, BM/CR are to be forever bowed at but we shoot for the stars.

Someone should really tell administration that placing Dawn and me in the same classes all day is not a good thing... well, for the teachers anyway. Double trouble. The moment the bell rang, Dawn and I where ready, but not necessarily for school work. With the help of the all mighty school janitor, I climbed up into the ventilation and made my way through the sticky, small, with lack of oxygen, tubes. Dawn had the easy task. She waited patiently for a group of bitchy socs girls to go to their usual 'hair and make-up' session during first period. Once they where inside the bathroom, she locked the door... from the outside. ;) Of course she kept bugging me over our little mission impossible earplug/walkie talkies about hurrying up. Dawn, next time you got up the freaking ceiling. Anyway, when I found the power cords I felt like a secret agent deactivating a bomb. I had to cut the right wire, otherwise... yeah something not pretty would happen. So I took out my blade and cut the red one. The moment it snapped shut, you could hear the loud screams of girls coming from the bathroom. Hehehe. Then, I made my way back to meet Dawn at the ventilation to pour down something like a greenish slime. Eww. I wouldn't want that on my hair either.

During second and third period, we sneaked into the boy's locker rooms. God bless me, it smelled disgustingly disgusting in there. Socs perfume and sweat... Ugh. One of the small disadvantages of this job. But anyway, we got there when no one was in and we messed with the shower heads. Freezing, cold, cool, warm, hot, FIRE! Lol. And there was no way to fix it. I would've loved to see the look on their face. Well, we kind of did, cause somehow Dawn was able to place a hidden camera on the shower and had a guy that works in the movie room record it and edit it. It'll go to America's Funniest Home Videos. Our next target was the... drum roll please... teacher's lounge. :O Yep. It was actually pretty easy to get something done. We switched the coffee with something, um, brownish and messed the alphabetical order of a highly important organized files. Whoops. That alone would've been pathetic so, Dawn and I got a hold of the online calendar and plan. Let's just say we have a daily 'beer blast and teachers can go fuck themselves' for the next 300 days before summer. I'm so nice. I know. Dawn and I got some wheelchairs from the nurse's office and we raced each other through the halls like lunatics. That was, until we stummbled upon Ms. FrishaCanLickMyAss and ran away. We had a 'Greaser-only' beer blast in the basement. It was epic because Two-Bit helped by bringing some cases and Buck had set the music and even more beer earlier that day. I love my friends. :D It was getting hot and awesome but yeah, that only lasted for a couple of hours. The principal caught us. Oh my, what are we to do? The principal is gonna ground us. How am I to live with that?

He called Darry and well, just Darry cause Dawn had no parental or shit contacts on her file. Luckyass. Darrel arrived fifteen minutes later kinda pissed off. Oh my, what has the world come to? "Miss Curtis and Miss Cade here have trashed the bathroom, messed with the boy's locker room's shower head, run through the hallways and promoto underage alcoholic parties in the basement!" The dude said. "It was actually a wheelchair race." I added ignoring glares from both males. "And the coffee in the teacher's lounge." Dawn wanted to add something too. She didn't have to add that part. -.- We did all that because, well, we weren't exaclty sober since the begging but, oh well. So now, I'm not only 'grounded' for the rest of my existance, I also have to come to school to some shit or whatever it is we spend half an hour discussing. As if. That really really touch me. Because of this punishment, I will never behave like a juvenile delinquent ever again. It made me realize there is so much more to life. I'll be a better citizen! Okay... I'm gonna stop being sarcastic now. Oh well, at least I had fun. Which is far more than I can say for the old Darry.



P.S: Just wanted to add a little something... Soda, you're petite. Deal with it. +D