"No, you are not throwing a party here Holt! The furniture will get ruined, the neighbors will complain, and who's going to pay for all of the damage?" Jackson raised a brow at his monstrous alter ego standing in front of him. Holt blew raspberries at the human facing him while he had both of his earphones plugging his ears.
"Nothing will get ruined and nobody's gonna' complain!" Holt said with a proud smile on his face. "It's still no, you aren't throwing your party here Holt." Jackson went to sit at his bedroom desk and he scanned over a Clawculus guide he was borrowing from Draculaura for revision. "C'mon Jackie, don't be so uptight!" The orange haired male sang, "Where else am I gonna' throw this party, huh?" He adds. "Nowhere. Because there doesn't need to be a party. Besides, didn't Frankie threw a party last month?" Jackson asked, not even looking at his alter ego and continuing to read.
"Yeah, but.. That was a month ago Jackie." Holt whined then he flopped onto Jackson's bed.
"And? At least you were actually invited and no one made fun of you..." Jackson trailed off of his sentence and focused hard on the book in front of him.
"What're you talking abou- oh.. Well.. I know that but-" "No buts! There's not going to be a party, end of!" Jackson slammed the Clawculus book and left the room. "Gee! Why is he in such a mood? I'm the one that hasn't partied in a full month.." The blue monster sighed and took out his ear phones to acknowledge the space around him properly.
Jackson sat alone in the kitchen, he was doing some more revision to take his mind off of his frustration. It wasn't even just Holt wanting to have a party, it was Holt in general. Ever since Jackson's alter ego became another breathing, living being; Jackson felt like all the attention for him was fading away. Jackson wasn't an "attention seeker" or the type that craved it, but the only attention he received were social interactions from Frankie and Deuce most of the time. But with Holt, everybody spoke to him, (minus Deuce, he wasn't too keen on him). It felt as though Frankie had been avoiding him a lot lately, or she was just a lot more occupied with Holt. They weren't even exclusive they had gone out on three dates so far and Frankie couldn't decide on how she honestly felt for Holt, thus why they went on so many dates without making any official decisions yet. So in reality Deuce was Jackson's only friend, and the only person that spoke to him.
"Bro, look. I swear I will clean up if there is a party, I wouldn't even invite many people!" Holt said, coming down the stairs to continue his discussion with Jackson.
"What? Who would you invite then, hm?" Jackson asked even though he hadn't said yes or no yet. "Ya'know, the usual.." Holt dragged out "usual" then went quiet. "No, I don't know the 'usual', explain." The human said bluntly. Holt sighed then started the list, "Clawd, Spectra, Manny, Invisibilly, Operetta, Frankie..." Holt said quietly then continued, "Draculara, Abbey, Clawdeen, maybe Heath and hopefully Cleo." He finished. "So, no Deuce?" Jackson's eyebrow raised at this.
"No.. You know why.." Holt said feeling slightly irritated, though he quickly shook it off. "So, yay or nay?" Holt's spirits were lifted again.
"So you plan on inviting eleven people into our home.. When?" Jackson still hadn't given an answer yet. "Sure! I promise I'd clean up and everything, I swear!" Holt pleaded.
"You know, if you even did invite Cleo Deuce obviously wouldn't be so happy that." Jackson shrugs and continues to scan over the pages of the Clawculus revision guide. "What if I don't invite Cleo then? But if I don't, she'll think I have something against her.. Man, I can't let that happen!" Holt looked as though he was beginning to worry, Jackson looked up from his book and gave Holt a stern look. "Were you.. Worrying just now?" Jackson adjusted his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. This was the first time Jackson had ever seen Holt in a state like this. "What? Me?" Holt didn't even respond properly, he continued going on about the details of how he wanted the party to be, dates and also times. Jackson for now decided to avoid the subject of Deuce, Holt was clearly feeling quite weary about it.
"So! Yay, or nay?" Holt asked a second time. "Only if... No one goes upstairs. If there is a party I'll be staying upstairs doing some revision and I don't want any hormonal teenagers running in my bedroom. Don't have the music too loud, I'll probably sleep after revising. Plus the fridge is off limits." Holt took down mental notes in order to remember everything Jackson had said, "Yeah, yeah. Anyway it's our bedroom. I sleep in there too you know!" Jackson didn't even bother to respond. "Anyway, see who can and can't come first." Jackson told his monstrous alter ego.
"So is it a yay?" The monster's eyes lit up with excitement.
"For now. But just no slips-up. Don't invite anyone off the lost that you just told me, okay?" Jackson said with a sigh. "Of course dude." Holt grinned.