Disclaimer: I do not own Steven Universe or any of the characters portrayed in this work. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Please note that this fic will go up in rating later on in the story.

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Jamie looked down into his mailbag, weighing its contents thoughtfully.

Whew, only one neighborhood left to go, he thought to himself.

Today had been a long, tiring day for him, and he was more than happy to be finished with work for the day. Thankfully, he had the next day off.

When he walked into work that morning, he looked a little rough, and Barb had noticed. It was true that he had a few restless nights, but that wasn't about to stop him from doing his job to the best of his abilities. People depended on their mail being delivered on time, after all! However, Barb was quick to realize that he probably needed some time for himself, and he wasn't about to turn down a day off if she was offering.

He was fantasizing about a nice bubble bath and some show tunes when he approached Vidalia's house.

Looks Sour Cream has a package… Hmm, it needs a signature.

Jamie briskly walked up to the front door and rang the bell. After waiting a few moments, he went ahead and knocked.

No reply… Maybe I should try the garage.

He walked around to the garage where Vidalia was usually holed up with her paintings. Hearing voices beyond the curtain, he went ahead and peeked inside.

"Hi, is anyone in here? I have a package that needs a signature."

"Oh sweet, my new mic came in! I wasn't expecting it until Thursday," Sour Cream said.

Inside the garage, Sour Cream was sunk down into an old bean bag chair. Next to him, Jenny was closely inspecting a painting of what looked like a purple blob, while Buck was seated on a barstool near her.

"Could you sign here, please?" Jamie held out a package slip to him.

"Yeah sure, man. Wait, do you have a pen? I don't really have anything around here except my mom's paintbrushes."

"I should have one in here somewhere…" He started to dig around in his mailbag. "Aw, sorry. All I have is my quill and ink that I use for my improv nights…"

"Woah! That's pretty rad, man. That should work just fine!"

While Sour Cream busied himself with trying to sign the slip with the new writing utensil, Jenny finally peeled her attention away from the painting.

"Oh hey, Jamie! It's been a while! What've you been up to?" Jenny smiled at him with bright eyes that made Jamie flush a bit.

"Nothing too much. Just work and acting, I suppose. It's nice to see you all," Jamie said.

"Are you going to that party tonight? I heard it's gonna be sick!" Jenny looked excited. "Everyone is going."

"Yeah, a lot of cool people are showing up. It'll be tight," Buck said softly.

"I don't know… I wasn't invited or anything… I don't even have actual party clothes or anything like that."

Jamie hadn't been to a party since high school, and he got a little nervous at the prospect of it. Acting was one thing, but actual parties were a different case. On stage, it was easy for him to express his emotions through his characters. He could make sure that every scene was lined-out and perfect—after all, that was what rehearsals were meant to do.

"It'll be fine! You're totally cool. You'd be with us, and I'm sure you have some rad gear, but like, it's casual," Jenny said. "I'll text you the address. It starts at eight!"

"Haha… well, I'll think about it. Thanks for the invite you guys."

Sour Cream handed him the package slip and hesitantly gave the quill back. Jamie took it and promptly tucked it away back into his bag. He really did need to start carrying spare pens on him.

"We'll see you tonight, pal," Buck waved and Jamie and smirked in a kind manner.

"No… no… too many holes… too small… no…"

Jamie looked at the limited supply of clothes in his closet. Most of his clothes were items that Barb had given him over the years, and they had been severely loved before being given to Jamie as "Sleep clothes! You can never have too many clothes for around the house!" as the older mailwoman had put it.

"What do people even wear to parties?"

After taking a long, refreshing shower, Jamie hadn't even decided if he was even going to the party or not. It wasn't until he had curled up onto his couch with every intent on a night in watching some classic films that he realized he did that almost every weekend. It might be time to try something new. After all, he did miss the cool kids, and it was nice to see them again.

Jamie looked into the mirror.

"I guess this will have to do."

He ended up with a simple black shirt that was just a tad too small for his long torso, a pair of dark jeans, and his trusty red sneakers. He combed through his hair one more time before heading out the door.

The party was being held that some fancy house on the hill that Jamie had never been to, seeing as how it was on Barb's route. He ended up taking a cab up to the street, but when the road came to an intersection, the cab driver let him out.

"Excuse me, but shouldn't we go all the way to the driveway?"

The driver looked at him in confusion for a bit before saying that the road was actually, indeed, the driveway to the house. A little stunned, Jamie tipped the man before hiking up the rest of the way. It was at least a solid quarter of a mile before Jamie caught sight of the mansion in front of him.

To say the house was grand was an understatement in Jamie's mind. The building towered over all the life around it, including the extravagant garden in front that held a large, ornate looking fountain at the center. In the fountain, three cherubs spewed water out of their puckered stone lips, and another stream of water sprayed over the top of them. The house itself had many columns in the front, which almost clashed against the dark brick exterior and the large windows that adorned the efface.

Jamie could hear soft thumping coming from the backyard, so he chose to forgo the formalities of the daunting front door and went directly to the sound of the music. Opening the latch, he saw a few people milling about lazily, drinking out of red plastic cups and talking in small groups.

He looked around but saw no sign of his friends. Growing a bit anxious, he pulled out his phone to text Jenny.

[Hey! I'm here, but I don't see you guys. Did I come to the right place?]

After several seconds, his phone buzzed.

[Boy, it's only 8:30. Why are you there so early? Don't stress, we'll be there in 10] Jenny texted back.

He sighed and made a mental note to never be on time to a party again.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter is so short, but I felt like it was a good stopping point. This first chapter was just setting the general scene, but I promise that Kevin will show up in chapter 2!

This is my first fanfic, so please bear with me as I try to figure it all out. I'll be updating just when I can, but I expect it to be finished by the end of the next month.

Please note that while this may be rated T right now, expect the rating to be bumped up closer to the end for reasons that you might already know c:

Thank you! Xoxo