Summary: The students of St. Cecelia's go to a party. Pre Bare, everyone is still just friends (except P&J) Peter's POV.

Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me.

Parties

Part One

Every party had the same routine. We would arrive, we would stay for half an hour (or maybe forty five minutes if the beer was good), then we would either go outside or find an empty room. It did get annoying sometimes, when my desire to be together in public got particularly strong, but usually it felt kind of good, adding another level of intimacy to our relationship. It gave us a chance to just be close, to hold hands, to talk, and maybe even dance, whatever loud music that was playing only slightly dimmed by the closed door or wall that stood between us and the rest of the party. It was romantic.

Tonight would be no different. One of Tanya's friends from another school had told her about something a couple of miles from St. Cecelia's, Tanya invited Lucas, who immediately invited everyone else. Truth be told, Lucas's spontaneous party invites were a great cure for homework procrastination, knowing that we wouldn't be home until three o'clock the morning that an essay was due was a great incentive to get things done. Which was exactly why I was sitting on my bed, geometry text book on my lap, trying desperately to focus on my math with Jason on his bed-shirtless-and casually reading a book. Giving into temptation, I turned to look at him. "Is that even for a class?"

He glanced at his book before looking up at me, "No."

I sighed, "Don't you have any homework?" I asked.

"Nothing that's due tomorrow," Jason replied.

"Then why not get a jump start on something that's due later," I suggested, already knowing it was useless.

"Peter, I have a day off, just let me enjoy it."

"Well can you at least enjoy it with a shirt on?" it was one last attempt at reasoning with him, and one last chance to get my own homework done. He looked down at his bare chest and grinned. I knew that grin. That was the 'I know exactly what's going through your head right now' grin. That was not a good grin, at least not now. "Don't even think about it. If I don't finish this before the party I'm screwed, and it will be all your fault. You don't want that do you?"

"And what are you going to say? 'Sorry I couldn't finish my homework, I was too busy making out with my roommate and getting drunk at a party?' Yeah, blaming me will solve all your problems," Jason said, getting up and slowly walking over to my bed.

"Now why would I say that? I have no intention of getting drunk tonight."

"Oh, okay. So you're just going to stop at 'making out with my roommate'?" he asked, sitting down and moving the text book out of my lap and onto the floor.

"Five problems."

"What?"

"I have five problems left, it will take fifteen minutes, ten if you put a shirt on, and then I wont have to make any excuses," it was worth a shot, and I bit my lip as I waited for a response. Jason sighed dramatically, rolled his eyes, and gave my text book back, running a hand through his hair as he went to the closet and pulled out a shirt.

"You have ten minutes. Happy?" he asked, looking at me with an annoyed and puppy dog eyed expression, one that I've thankfully learned how to ignore over the past few years.

"Very. Now shut up and let me work," I said, letting the tiniest hint of a victory smile show on my face, I got him to put his shirt on.

I finished my math and looked over at Jason. He was lying in bed, his hair a complete mess from the number of times he had run his fingers through it, his left arm slung lazily across his eyes, and his foot tapping silently at the air as if counting the beats of some nonexistent song. I closed my book and grabbed my camera off the bedside table, walking the few feet between our beds silently, turning the camera on as I went. When I was right in front of him I snapped the picture, capturing his disarray forever in HD. The flash got his attention and he jumped up, attempting to swipe the camera as he did. I laughed and wouldn't let him, running to the opposite side of our small room.

"Why did I give you that damn camera?" Jason asked as he made his way over to me.

"Because you knew that this is exactly what I'd do with it and you secretly love it," I said, once again retreating to the other side of the room and taking a second picture of him once I was there.

He rolled his eyes again. "There are a lot of things I secretly love, you taking candid shots of me is not one of them," he grumbled, breaking into a run which gave me no choice but to do the same considering the size of our room. I laughed as he chased me in circles with his arms stretched out in front of him, ready to grab the camera from me as soon as he got the chance. We were on our fifth loop around the room when I felt his hand close around the back of my shirt, bringing me to an abrupt stop and tug me backward so that I was pressed against him. I held onto the camera for dear life. "Give it to me." His hot breath caressed my ear and I shuddered, but managed to shake my head.

"No, it's mine," I protested.

"But I bought it."

"With your dad's money," I grinned, for all his IQ points, his reasoning was flawed when it came to this particular gift and who really owned it.

"It was my birthday check."

"So by your logic it was your dad's money, otherwise you'd be a hypocrite."

"Screw it Peter, I'm already a hypocrite," he said grasping me by the shoulders, spinning me around and kissing me hard on the lips. I kissed back, letting my hands find their way to the back of is neck and pull him closer, allowing the camera to swing from the small rope around my wrist as my fingers toyed with his already messy hair. It soon became clear that kissing wasn't going to be enough. I felt myself being pushed in the direction of my bed, and an attempt to make it there without breaking contact ended in a sort of sideways half stumble that only La La Land might see as graceful. Then again, it's not as if anyone was watching, and we got where we wanted to go, so did it really matter how?

I managed to detach the camera from my wrist and get it on the bedside table unharmed. My text book hit the floor with a loud unceremonious thud that for some reason made me laugh, or maybe it was the look an Jason's face when the thud of the text book was quickly followed by three pounding knocks at the door and the accompanying yell of, "Room service!"

Jason rolled his eyes for the third time in five minutes and got up, grumbling as he went to open the door. I still hadn't stopped laughing. "Goddamn it, Nadia. What do you want?"

"I want nothing, Lucas on the other hand wants you and Peter, but was too busy making out with Tanya to get you himself. They're waiting outside in the van," she said motioning down the hall with a theatrical flourish of her hand. She looked at me. "What's so funny?"

I bit my lip in an attempt to calm down. "Nothing. Are you coming?"

"Well, Ivy doesn't have a date, which means I wont have to watch her make out with anybody on the way there. So fuck yeah, I coming," she punched the air with an enthusiasm that was very unclear as to whether or not it was faked.

"Finally! When was the last time you went to a party?" Jason asked.

"I don't know, but they're going to leave without us if we don't get going."

He sighed, "Five minutes."

"Three." He closed the door and turned to me, his expression was a strange mix between a glare and a smile that looked like some kind of annoyed smirk. The only problem was that I didn't know if he was annoyed at me or Nadia, but I could find out. I threw a sock at him, he laughed. Nadia.

"Come on, let's go," I swiped the camera off the table on my way out, smiling when he gave me the same half glare as before. Time for a party.

We all piled into the van, which could hold eight people comfortably, but at fifteen no one was wearing a seat belt and three people had taken up residents on various laps.

The only thing that calmed me down about all of this was the fact that Matt was driving, and he had this uncanny ability to multitask by literally keeping one eye on the road and one on the rest of the van, which was a whole lot better than what anyone else would do by keeping both eyes on the van and leaving the road to fate. Jason stole the camera from my pocket and proceeded to capture the insanity. I now had at least ten pictures of Lucas and Tanya making out, Nadia throwing her shoe at Zack, Zack throwing the shoe at Nadia, and the constant game of musical laps that was going on between Ivy, Rory, and Diane. At one point I even heard someone say "Are we there yet?" as if we weren't being immature enough.

I grunted as Ivy half fell into my lap, but smiled none the less when she turned and patted me on the head, something that-unknown to her-Jason loved to do. "Did you finish the math?" she asked, I just nodded. "You're lucky, I only had two problems left but I had to choose between finishing and getting my arm detached from my body. Tanya has a firm grip," she muttered, rubbing her wrist. I laughed.

"Hey Ivy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could be the coolest person ever and get Jason to give me back my camera?" I requested, tilting my head to the side in my best puppy dog face.

"No problem," she said, getting up and making herself comfortable on Jason's lap. He aimed the camera at her and she held her hand in front of her face, as if to say not to take her picture. He fell for it completely and when he tried to move her hand out of the way she swiped the camera from his grasp and came back to me. "Do I get a prize?"

"My undying love and gratification," I offered.

"That's not a fun prize. Can I take a picture?" Ivy asked hopefully.

"There's only so much room on one memory card. Plus you have your own camera," I pointed out.

"But mine is crap, and besides, I didn't bring it. Yours takes way better photos. Please..." she pouted, throwing my damn puppy dog face right back at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm going to regret this, but fine."

"Thank you, you're the best," she smiled and hugged me. After some climbing she managed to end up in he lap of whoever was sitting in the font passenger seat and shoving the camera in Matt's face. "Come on, smile, I know you can."

"Ivy, stop it. I have to pay attention to the road," Matt objected.

"I never told you not to. All I said was smile, you can do that while looking at the road, can't you?" she held the camera to her eye, poised to take a picture as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He gave in and smiled, she snapped the shot. "I'll show it to you when we get there," she promised. She turned and handed the camera to Zack, "Can you pass this back to Peter? But don't let Jason get at it." He nodded and gave it to me, stealing a confused glance at Jason, who simply shrugged.

I smiled as the van slowed and came to a halt outside a house from which music was playing at a volume that could probably be heard over a block away. This was going to be interesting.