Chris was in his room, texting Martin and Nick. He heard his parents talking downstairs.

Chris: BRB guys. Gonna go check sumthing out

Nick: Wut is it Chris

Martin: Pray tell, what is it this time?

Chris: I hear my parents talking. Gonna eavesdrop a bit

Martin: Chris! You shouldn't eavesdrop on your parents! That's their business and you should respect their privacy.

Chris: Privacy, shmivacy. I just heard my name, I'm going

Chris set his phone down on his bed and snuck downstairs. His mom and dad were in the kitchen, talking.

"I just don't know," Bella was saying. She was sitting at the table.

"He is, Bella," Eddy said. He was standing up, "He's 15 now, plenty old enough. You can't just treat him like a little kitten still."

"It's not that," Bella said, "It's just...he hasn't really proven himself to be that trustworthy. And what with Izzy and Ryland going away to visit their nonna n nonno…"

"It might be his first time staying home alone- apart from the twins- but I think he's ready," Eddy said, "What's the worst he could do?"

Bella looked straight at him and stood up.

"Considering he's your son, I can think of plenty of things," She said.

"Babe, he'll be fine," Eddy assured, "We haven't had a weekend to ourselves in a long time."

"Oh...alright," Bella sighed. They started towards the door and Chris silently scrambled up to his room. He sat on his bed and resumed his chat with Martin and Nick as though nothing had happened. His parents knocked on his door and entered.

"Hey Mom, Dad, what's up?" Chris asked.

"Chris, me and your dad are going away this weekend," Bella began.

"And after some thinking, we've decided..." Eddy looked at Bella.

"That...you're old enough to stay home alone by yourself this weekend," She finished.

"He's WHAT?!" Izzy yelled from her room, "HE BETTER NOT GO IN MY ROOM WHILE I'M GONE!"

"Really?" Chris acted surprised, "Wow, awesome!"

"Now, there are a few rules," Bella said, "Only Nick and Martin are allowed to come over, you have to watch the twins, take care of the kittens-"

"All of them?" Chris asked.

"Well, just Oliver and Snowball," Eddy said, "The twins will take care of Midnight."

"Alright, alright," Chris said, "So feeding and cat litter, got it. Anything else?"

"Yes, one more thing," Bella said, "You are not-"

"Under any circumstances," Eddy put in.

"Allowed to throw a party," Bella said.

"Alright," Chris said, crossing his fingers behind his back, "I won't."

"Make him Pinkie promise!" Izzy and Bellini each yelled from their room.

"I'm not doing that stupid My Little Pony promise!" Chris spat at them.

"It's alright, you don't have to," Eddy said. The two of them left and closed the door behind them. Chris snatched up his phone.

Nick: Well? Wut waz it?

Chris: IM ALLOWED 2 STAY HOME ALONE 4 THE WKND!

Martin: All by yourself?

Nick: Way 2 go Chris!

Chris: Well, the twins will b here, but M+D r gonna b gone, and so is Izzy

Martin: Well well well, this is quite a big step. Aunt Bella and Uncle Eddy finally trust you to stay home by yourself. Aren't you proud? I sure am!

Chris: Yup! Imma throw a party!

Nick: Awsum!

Martin: Well there goes the trust I had in you. *annoyed face*

Nick: Can we cum Chris?

Chris: Duh! U guys r my best friends!

Martin: Chris, you shouldn't! Your parents have placed their trust in you! If they find out you threw a party, they'll never trust you again!

Chris: They won't find out! I'll make sure of that. They're leaving 2morrow morning, and so are Iz and Rye. They'll all b back Sunday afternoon, plenty of time

"Chris, bedtime," Bella said.

"Alright," Chris said. He plugged his phone in and Bella flicked off his light switch.


The next day...

The kids were waiting for the bus to the high school. Izzy and Ryland weren't there since they had already left for their nonni' house.

"Hey, where's Izzy?" James asked, looking around.

"And Ryland?" Justin added. Chris glared at them.

"They're visiting our nonni, so beat it," He snapped.

"Oh whatever," James rolled his eyes at Chris and flicked his nose. Chris rubbed his nose and glared at the two brothers as they walked off.

"Oh how I hate them," Chris growled.

"I do detest them as well," Martin frowned. The bus pulled up and the kids piled on. Chris sat next to Nicole.

"Morning babe," Chris smiled.

"Good mornin' hon," Nicole smiled back, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing much," Chris acted cool, "Except that I get to stay home all alone this weekend!"

"Woah, really?" Nicole said, "That's so rad, hon!"

"Yeah," Chris smirked, "I mean, the twins'll be there, but no mom, dad, or Izzy."

"Congrats," Nicole smiled, "So, what're you gonna do all weekend?"

"I'm gonna throw a party," Chris said, "Help me spread the word?"

"Sure," Nicole said.


After a few more stops, the bus pulled into the school. The kids got off and entered the school. Chris saw Nicole whisper something to her group of friends and one of them said, "Alright! We'll spread the word, Nicole." Martin was reaching up to get something from the top of his locker when Justin shoved his back. Martin let out a small "ouch" as James and Justin walked off, snickering, before James did the same thing to Chris.

"At least our dads only had to deal with one of 'em," Chris grumbled, rubbing his shoulder where it had smashed into his locker.

"Correction, four after the big Incident," Martin said, "Lob, Doyle, and Justin Drake. Good thing they moved away."

"Right, them," Chris rolled his eyes, "Justin, huh?"

"Yes, I believe so," Martin said.

"My dad said they were really scary," Nick gulped.

"Yes, well, let's just get to class, shall we?" Martin said. The three boys grabbed their stuff and walked to their first class.


The next day...

The word about Chris's party had gotten out to nearly everyone at school. Now he, Martin, and Nick were setting it up.

"Chips and dip," Martin read from a checklist.

"Check," Chris said, setting the bowls on the table.

"Soda and other drinks?" Martin said.

"Check!" Nick said, setting cans of soda and cups of milk on the table.

"Music?" Martin asked.

"Check," Chris said.

"Stay out notes on Izzy and your's doors?"

"Check! Check check check!" Chris insisted, "I got it all, Martin!"

"Just making sure," Martin said, "Well then, I suppose we're all ready?"

"Everything's a-ok, Martin!" Nick smiled.

"Hmm, I just feel like something's missing, though," Chris said thoughtfully, "I mean, this is my first party, and I heard that older kids were coming..."

"Older like...older older?" Martin asked nervously.

"Older older," Chris nodded.

"Like...?" Martin trailed off, "Seniors?"

"Chris is the man!" Nick cried happily, pulling Chris into a big hug.

"Yeah, I am," Chris said, "But see, the thing is, if seniors are coming-"

"Oh no!" Martin said, "There's no way-!"

"We need more than soda-" Chris tried to say.

"No, Chris!" Martin raised his voice, "We can't!"

"Do you want to be known as the two sophomores that threw a party with seniors but without-" Chris was cut off again.

"I don't care about my public title!" Martin said, "It's against the law for minors to drink!"

"WE don't have to drink it!" Chris said, "I mean, even I've never had more than a sip of wine for dinner! And that's only cuz my mom's Italian!"

"Oh...alright," Martin gave in and sighed, "But where are we going to get drinks on such short notice?"

"My dad has a stash hidden in the basement," Chris said, "In his hangout room. I know where he keeps the key."

"Of course," Martin sighed.

"And I could probably sneak some wine from the kitchen," Chris said.

"Alright, alright!" Martin said, "Let's just get this over with."

The three boys headed downstairs. Chris quickly found the hidden key and opened the door. He flipped the light on and they could see the room. It had a couch, a TV, a pool table, and a small mini fridge in the back corner. The room had a distinctive smell.

"This room smells like my dad's breath after he comes home from hanging out here," Nick said.

"Yes, well," Martin cleared his throat, "Let's get the drinks and leave."

Chris crossed the room to the mini fridge. Nick walked over to the pool table. He picked up one of the pool sticks.

"Hey guys, look at me!" Nick closed one eye and stuck his tongue out, pretending to play the game, "I'm my dad!"

"Nick, don't touch," Martin said, taking the stick and setting it back on the rack.

"Hey Nick, come carry these, will ya?" Chris said. He had two cases of beer on the floor in front of the closed mini fridge.

"Gotcha!" Nick said, walking over and picking them up.

"Now let's hurry upstairs, everyone should be arriving soon," Chris said. The three left and Chris made sure to lock the door behind him.

"Chris, won't your father notice two cases of beer missing?" Martin worried.

"Don't worry, I'll buy some more before they get back," Chris waved it off, "Set 'em on the table, Nick."

Nick did so and just as he did, the doorbell rang.

"They're here!" Chris said, "Nick, there's a box of wine on the kitchen counter, go get it and bring it out."

Chris went to answer the door while Nick went to get the box. Standing at the door was Nicole and her friends.

"Hey babe," Chris smiled, "Party's just getting started. Come in and get yourselves comfortable, I'll go start up the music."

"KK," Nicole smiled at him and she and her friends entered. Chris got his phone and connected it to the speakers. He looked at his playlist and started it.

"OMG who are they?"

"Aw, they're so cute!"

"Come here!"

"Who are you precious little things?"

"Oh, that's Snowball, Midnight, and Oliver, Chris's kittens."

"Oh shit," Chris realized.

He rushed in the room. If he didn't lock Oliver up in his room or someplace, he'd made more of a mess than the actual party. Nicole and her friends were playing with the three kittens. Oliver had this sort of smirk on his face. He was on the back of the couch and preparing to pounce...

"OLIVER!" Chris caught him right before he jumped onto Nicole's head, "Sorry about him, he's a pain. I'm gonna put them in my room, be right back. Come on you two."

Snowball and Midnight didn't listen as they played with the girls. Chris's face reddened as he did had he had to get the two to listen to him.

"Snowball and Midnight, get your tails in my room right now and watch your brother," Chris spoke in cat and the two listened. They followed him to his room and Chris sat Oliver down. He shut the door before the cat could escape, making Oliver smack his face on the door. Chris headed back downstairs to the girls sitting in slight shock.

"What?" Chris asked.

"So you can, like, really speak cat?" One girl asked, "It's not a costume?"

"Nope, 100% real," Chris said.

"That's so cool!" Another said. The doorbell rung again and Martin answered. Standing there were the rest of the cul-de-sac kids.

"Greetings everyone," Martin greeted, "Please wipe your feet and come in. Upstairs is off limits, as is the basement."

Chris shoved him out of the way.

"Ignore him," He said, "Come in and go where you want. However, my room and Izzy's room IS off limits, mostly because there's a furry tornado ready to break all hell loose in my room and Izzy will kill me if I go in her room."

The kids laughed and came in. After about another hour, the house was nearly full. Chris had left the back door open and kids were in the backyard by the pool. Most of the kids had brought swimsuits and were swimming around. No one had yet touched the 'big people soda', as Nick called it. The twins were downstairs in the party, but were mostly staying to the side and observing.

"What are you two doing over here?" Chris asked, walking over, "Go on, have a soda or something. You're my little bro and sis, you're not just gonna sit by at my own party!"

"Well, alright," Bellino smiled and beckoned Bellini over as they walked towards the snack table.

"Hey Bellino, let's go swimming," Bellini said.

"Yeah, alright," Bellino said. After they each got a soda they walked upstairs to their room. There were a few kids.

"Oh, um, everyone?" Bellini spoke quietly, "If you could please, uh-"

"HEY!" Bellino yelled, getting their attention, "EVERYONE GET OUTTA OUR ROOM FOR A MINUTE!"

The kids there left and the twins each went into their own closet to change. Bellini had a pink one piece and Bellino had red trunks. They rushed downstairs and out the backdoor, yelling "CANNONBALLS!" before jumping into the pool together. Everyone laughed as the two surfaced.


"Everyone having a good time?" Chris was walking around the party, "Good? Have you tried the dip? Pool's out back!"

Suddenly, a van swerved into the front yard, leaving tire marks. About ten seniors got out of the van and cheered loudly. Chris saw from the window and smiled.

"MARTIN!" Chris yelled, and the boy appeared next to him.

"Messy messy messy," Martin mumbled, "Yes, Chris?"

"Our very important seniors have arrived," Chris said, "Go show them to the snacks, and don't be a nerd or a stickler with rules."

"Oh, um, alright," Martin said, making his way through the crowd towards the door.

"Hey Chris?"

"Yeah N- NICK!" Chris turned around to see Nick with a toilet seat lid around his neck.

"Uh, your toilet broke," Nick said. Chris growled angrily.


Martin opened the door to the group of seniors outside.

"Oh, um, hello ladies and gentlemen," He greeted, "Right this way. Um, the snack table is over in that direction, and the pool is in the, um, backyard."

The group headed inside. Martin followed and went to find Chris.

"Chris? Oh Chris!" Martin called. He found him on the dance floor, surrounded by a few girls, "Chris!"

Chris couldn't hear him so Martin took a deep breath and entered the crowd. He got bumped around a few times but managed to make his way to Chris. He tapped a girl on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, but I would like to request a chat with my friend," Martin said.

"Sure dude!" The girl smiled and let him through. Martin tapped Chris and got his attention.

"Hey Mar!" Chris smiled, "Pretty good party, huh?!"

"Yes, well, um, may I talk to you?" Martin asked.

"Alright, but make it quick," Chris said, still dancing.

"Well, the seniors have entered the building and I believe are near the snack table," Martin informed, "I believe it would be best for you to go and greet them. You are the host of the party."

"Oh, right!" Chris said, "Take five, ladies! I got some business to tend to!"

Martin watched as Chris easily danced his way through the crowd until someone knocked Martin to the ground. His glasses fell off and he suspected they were immediately smashed, judging by the sound of glass breaking.

"Oh dear," Martin gulped.

"Woah little dude!" The guy that knocked him over easily picked him back up, "Sorry 'bout that! You good?!"

Martin didn't answer as he squinted to make out his surroundings. He pushed his way through the crowd until he bumped into who he thought was Nick.

"Nick? Is that you?"

"Who you callin' Nick?!"

Martin paled and gulped. He knew that voice.

"Oh, J-Justin! Um, y-you're here?"

"Yeah! 'Course I am!" Justin snapped, "Now beat it before I beat your ass!"

"Language," Martin whispered quietly before walking off. Eventually he stumbled into Chris.

"Hey Martin, where's your glasses?" Chris asked.

"That's just it, they were smashed to pieces on the dance floor," Martin explained, "I can barely see!"

"Ouch," Chris said, "Come on, you can stay in my room for the rest of the party. You can go home and get your contacts later."

"Oh, um, a-alright," Martin said nervously.

His parents were going to be furious, glasses were expensive. And how would he cover up for how they broke without giving away Chris's party? Martin made his way up to Chris's room and opened the door. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the trapped kittens, and was therefore unprepared for the sudden blur of orange obscuring his vision. Oliver jumped off of his face and bolted downstairs into the party. Snowball and Midnight raced after him.

"You little SHIT!"

Martin heard Chris yelled from downstairs. He peered down the stairs and saw the blur of Chris chasing after the blur of Oliver. Martin couldn't do anything, though, so he sat down on Chris's bed.


Chris was chasing after Oliver, trying to catch him. Why did he tell Martin to go in his room? He had been so wrapped up in the party that he forgot about the kittens in his room. Oliver got outside and ran right into the twins, who caught him.

"Gotcha!" They cried. Chris ran up to them.

"Thanks guys," Chris panted. He took Oliver and carried him back up to his room. Martin was sitting on his bed. Snowball and Midnight followed Chris as he closed the door and set Oliver down.

"Make sure he doesn't escape, alright?" Chris said.

"Oh, alright," Martin said. He held Oliver while Chris exited the room.


The next morning...

Chris woke up on the couch between Nicole and Nick. He groaned and rubbed his head.

"I think I had a bit too much wine," He mumbled to himself.

"Beg pardon?"

Chris jumped and turned around to see Martin cleaning up the place. (He had gotten his contacts and come back) Everyone was passed out.

"Martin, what are you doin' up this early?" Chris asked.

"It's nearly noon, Chris," Martin deadpanned, "And I'm trying to clean up. Messy messy messy."

He was wearing gloves as he picked up beer bottles and soda cans off the floor.

"Wow, I must've blacked out," Chris said.

"You must have," Martin said, becoming angry, "You were the only one I saw drinking wine, Chris, and the whole box is empty!"

"The whole box?!" Chris cried, startling some people awake, "Shit. Shit shit shit, mom's gonna be piiiiiiiiiiiissed..."

"Yes, and so will your dad even more so," Martin said, "You know why? Because earlier this morning I realized-" He got right in Chris's face, "WE'RE. UNDER. AGE. WE CAN'T. BUY. ALCOHOL!"

More people woke up.

"Crap..."

"Which means we can't-" Martin began.

"Yeah yeah yeah, we can't buy more beer to replace the cases we stole from my dad," Chris snapped, "I'm not stupid! I know that!"

"What're we going to do?" Martin asked.

"First let's get everyone out and get this place cleaned up," Chris said, "HEY EVERYONE!"

Now everybody was awake.

"GET OUTTA MY HOUSE! PARTY'S OVER!"

Everyone shuffled out the front door.

"Toot-a-loo, guys," Nick said sadly.

"Not you, Nick," Martin said.

"Yeah, we need you to help clean up," Chris said.


About half an hour later, the house was still a mess. Martin was trying to scrub the marker off the windows (it read 'CHRIS'S PARTY ROOLZ!') but it was proving difficult.

"My, this spelling is atrocious," Martin sighed. He looked out the window and paled, "Uh, C-Chris?"

"What is it, Martin?" Chris called from the other room.

"Your parents are back early!" Martin announced.

"THEY'RE WHAT?!" Chris screamed, shoving Martin to the floor and looking out the window. He paled as the car pulled into the driveway and his parents stepped out. Izzy and Ryland were in the backseats.

"CHRIS PRATO MCGEE!"