Chapter 2: The Craziest Party of the Year

(PJ's POV)

I like parties.

I like being with friends. I like the drinks. I like the music. I like the people rushing about. I like being able to act however I want and not get judged.

I think that last one's my favorite.

This party in particular was crazy, the craziest we'd had all year. There were people everywhere: the front yard, the back yard, the roof. I was surprised I managed to find an empty room for my friends and I to hang out in, slightly away from all the noise and dancing and couples. For a while we just sat around sipping on cool drinks and talking amongst ourselves. Then someone I didn't know found us lounging around the room and asked if he and his friends could hang out with us. After an hour of uncomfortable silence, our own groups talking amongst themselves, someone offered up the idea of playing truth-or-dare as a way to get everyone to know each other

All around me people were laughing, everyone drunk to at least some degree. Some girl I think I have design class with was relaying a story about the first time she'd snuck out and ended up getting caught after climbing back into her parents window by mistake.

I laughed casually; I hadn't really been listening. The alcohol pumping through my veins made it hard to concentrate. I missed this.

Not to say that I do, or did, drink all of the time; the exact opposite was true. I just enjoyed the feeling it gave me. Like all my normal qualities were amplified. I was random, funny, and told ridiculous stories that popped into my head.

Yep, basically the same as when I'm sober.

Only now I had a little bit less control of what I said and did.

I shook my head slightly, trying to focus back on the task at hand. I look around the room to see that all eyes were on me, waiting patiently. I looked back, confused.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I tried; my friend sitting next to me snickered. "Yes, PJ," A boy I don't think I ever met responded, "Truth or dare?"

"Oh," I laughed foolishly, running a hand through my unruly hair, "Dare, obviously." "Oh, good," he let out a breath I don't think any of us knew he was holding, "I thought we'd have to sit through another boring story." "Hey," the girl from design whined. 'Boring? He's never heard one of my stories,' I thought, smirking.

"Alright," the boy started, looking up thoughtfully, "I dare you to... to do your most outrageous chicken impression." The circle of people, including me, burst out laughing. "That's the best you got," I teased, standing up and bending my arms to look like chicken wings.

Then I began howling, some odd cross between a dying cat and a chicken, making the people around me fall back, their faces red in laughter.

I began to spin and just as I had made a full 180 degree turn, I locked eyes with a camera and a picture was snapped. Then the camera dropped and the girl's face was revealed, a look of shock on it. I gave her a small smile and kept spinning till I was facing the rest of the group and sat down.

Turning around I saw the girl still standing there, about 4 feet away. Raven black hair, blue eyes; she was familiar. 'Is she in my design class,' I wondered. 'Or maybe my visual arts?' I pushed the thought out of my head, focusing again on the girl. She seemed dumb founded, as if she was trying to figure out what to do. I opened my mouth to invite her to the game when the door burst open and a couple almost fell in, knocking the girl over.

She squeaked as she fell and landed in my lap, her drink sloshing up and covering her shirt, barely missing me. The couple broke apart and looked around the room and then at us. "Oops," the girl feigned concern as the couple left, looking for an empty room.

I looked back at the group who was now staring at the unknown, and now soaked, girl. She was staring at her camera, her face twisted into a look of sheer horror. "OH NO! I hope it didn't get damaged!" She flew up and began looking her camera over.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine," I joked, regretting it slightly when she looked at me with wide, scared eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped, "It was an accident."

"It's no big deal," I tried, standing up, realizing she was a considerable amount shorter than me, "Here, let me help, I know how expensive cameras are."

I grabbed her arm and lead her out of the room and to the nearest bathroom.

Alright guys, here it is. I meant to upload this yesterday, but my parents wouldn't let me use the computer.

I am actually incredibly enthusiastic to find out that I already have a review and a few followers after posting the first chapter! I hope you come to love the chapters to come!

I plan on keeping all of the chapters relatively long, I try to be a very detailed writer.

If you have any advice or ideas please feel free to leave me a review or PM me! I love an outsiders perspective and sometimes I do get stuck with what I should do next in a story and it is always nice to have some to bounce ideas off of!

Here is the part where I claim that I DO NOT own PJ Liguori or any of the wonderful things he's done or stories he's told!

-Boots