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Chapter 1:
Third Person POV:
The house was silent. Every light was on, and every door and window was open, but it was nonetheless silent. A car pulled into the driveway. Out stepped Nora and Bob Watson. They walked up to the front door. Nora inserted her keys into the lock, and opened the front door.
They gasped in shock at what they saw.
"I can't believe they had a party again!" Nora said in disbelief and surprise.
"I can." Bob deadpanned. "Lindy, Logan, Jasmine, Delia, and Garrett are always getting themselves in trouble."
They took a second to take in their surroundings.
The floor was covered in chips, pretzels, cups, and punch and water stains. Red and white balloons were scattered across the ceiling and along the ground. Pink and purple streamers covered the stairs, couch, and the entire living room, kitchen, and dining room. Someone had even written the words, "Logan rocks!" and "Let's have a make out party!" on the wall. The gang was nowhere in sight. Nora and Bob headed to the first place they would always look for the kids- the basement.
There they were. Unlike the rest of the house, the basement was untouched.
They couldn't say the same for the kids.
Lindy was standing against the back wall looking really angry. There was vanilla ice cream all over her face. Garrett was standing in the middle of the room, with two bright red lip imprints on both of his cheeks. Jasmine was sitting in a chair, upset, her head soaked in bright red punch. Delia and Logan were sitting on the couch- completely devoid of any kind of mess.
But that wasn't the weird part.
Logan had his arm around her shoulders.
And she didn't look disgusted or forced.
"What is going on here?" Nora demanded.
"I didn't do it!" They all shouted at once.
"Well we want an explanation as to why Lindy is covered in ice cream-"
"Why Garrett has lipstick on his face." Bob chimed in.
"Why Jasmine is soaking wet." Nora continued.
"Why the house is a mess." Bob went on.
"And why is THAT happening?!" They yelled in unison pointing at Delia and Logan.
"Mom, dad, I know this looks bad, but we can explain." Lindy said, wiping some ice cream out of her eyes.
"Well then start explaining then!" Nora demanded.
"Okay, but who should start explaining?"
"Don't you usually do?" Logan butted in,.
"Yeah but, I don't know where to begin this time." She admitted. "Logan, will you start?"
"Nope."
"Garrett?"
"Nuh uh."
"Delia?"
"Not a chance."
"Jasmine?"
"Fine! I'll go." Jasmine piped up, standing abruptly.
"Thank goodness." Lindy sighed, relieved.
Jasmine pushed her drenched hair out of the eyes, and said, "It all started four days ago..."
Flashback
Jasmine's POV:
The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, and the start of lunch. I walked over to my locker, and got the books I needed for classes after lunch, when Lindy ran over.
"Hey, did you hear about the party this Friday?" She asked excitedly.
"No, what party?" I questioned.
"A couple of seniors are throwing a party, and they said everyone's invited! Apparenlty, the senior hosting the party lives in a mansion or something. Are you going?"
"Oh Lindy." I put a hand on her shoulder mockingly. "Of course I am."
Lindy chuckled.
"Do Logan, Garrett, and Delia know about this Valentine's Day party?" I asked her.
Yeah, you heard me. Valentine's Day is Friday. I can't wait to meet my perfect Prince Charming... I hope.
"Delia knows, and so does Garrett, as for my brother, he may know but I'm not sure."
"Of course I heard." A voice behind me that was unmistakeably Logan's cut in. "Besides, who wouldn't want all this at a party?" He gestured to himself like he was comparing himself to Prince William or something.
"Weirdo." Lindy commented, tugging my arm. "Come on Jaz, let's go to lunch so we can get the deats on the party."
"Let's go!" I agreed, and we dashed down the hall to the cafeteria.
"Wait for me!" Logan called after us.
Flashback End
Lindy's POV:
"Wait, how come there was a party here if you were going to go to a party somewhere else?" Mom asked, confused.
"We'll get to that." Garrett answered.
"Fine, but there's a lot more that needs to be explained." Dad said.
"Right. Who wants to go next?" Logan asked.
"I'll go." Garrett said. "Logan and I were getting our lunches, and were sitting at our table when..."
Flashback
Garrett's POV:
"Do you think the girls are gonna go?" I asked Logan at our table.
"Jasmine and Lindy told me they were going, as for Delia... she may want to bring her goat again. That we have to prevent from happening."
"Yeah. We may lose all our street cred as a result of that." I agreed.
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Street cred?"
"Too much?"
"Yeaaah."
The girls came to the table. "Hey guys." Lindy greeted us.
"What's up?" Jasmine chirped.
"How's life?" Delia asked in her usual goofy way of greeting us.
"Get the deats on the party?" Logan asked them.
"The party starts at seven and ends when the sun rises." Jasmine replied.
"Great."
"Can I bring my goat?" Delia asked eagerly.
"Delia don't bring the goat." Logan told her. "It may ruin our 'street cred' as Garrett said." The girls burst into laughter. I turned red.
"It's true at least!" I argued.
"Not even for a little while?" Delia pressed.
"No!" The rest of us said.
Flashback End
Delia's POV:
"I still don't understand why I couldn't my goat with me." I told them, shrugging.
"We just said it was because you would have-" Jasmine cut herself off and shook her head.
"Never mind."
"So, you were going to a party with a bunch of people you barely know, to a house that's owned by someone you don't know?" Mrs. Watson questioned.
"Yes." They replied in unison.
Mr. Watson sighed. "Details please?"
"Okay. Well after school we headed over to Rumble Juice..." Lindy continued.
A/N: Hey guys! I'm here with an IDDI story! I've had this idea in my brain for at least two weeks, and I wanted to put it out there. So here you go! I hope you guys liked chapter 1. Chapter 2 will hopefully be out this week too. Catch you later!
-Liv
