A/N: Lindsey and Alena are the same age. I kinda tweaked it for the story. Sorry /.
Disclaimer: I dont own CSI and i highly doubt i ever will. I also dont own panic! and The Village People. darn.
Alena's POV
I was walking over to the Aunt Catherine's office like I do almost every day I go to the lab. I ran into a couple people like Greg, who I ALWAYS talk to. I love making him give me piggy back rides. But today I just told him to burn me a new CD for me. He's my music source. I was skirting around the break room when someone fell completely on top of me.
"Tookie bookie!" Here she was. My best friend ever since I was born greets me by tripping on air and toppling on me.
"Hello to you to Linds." She was wearing something relatively normal, a pair of skinny jeans, a Panic! at the Disco T-shirt, and green converse that were written all over with a hole in the heel. Besides the clothes, she was a striking image of Catherine.
"Can you greet me any other way besides tripping on your own feet next time?"
"I know I just tripped on my own feet, but you cannot deny the fact that we're both pretty special." She smiled a dorky smile then went cross eyed. We sat on the ground giggling until Lindsey attempted to get up by sticking her leg out, which wasn't a good thing because Catherine, who came by busy reading a file, happened to trip on an outstretched leg. So much for being observant. She ended up in our little collection of people there on the floor. Lindsey and I burst into laughter. Catherine however, was not as pleased. She glared at Lindsey, knowing it was her fault.
"Sorry Mom…" Catherine got untangled from our small pile and hurried to her office.
"I told you to stay in the break room, Lindsey." She dusted herself off and walked to her office.
"Okay Lenny, let's get a roll on."
We took out our homework and started working. Working with Lindsey was never silent. We picked out a playlist on her iPod and stuck it into the speaker. We began chatting about current happenings at school and at the community center, which Lindsey and Alena hung out at quite a bit. When it got to the subject of the New Year's bash at the community center, Lindsey began to interrogate.
"Have you told your parents yet?"
"Not yet."
"Lenny, you're going to have to tell your parents SOMETIME soon that you're going to the bash with someone. I honestly don't think Brendon would enjoy being under the pressure of two, not one, TWO CSI parents."
"Uhm…"
"Oh AND there's the dress issue." Lindsey had that look on her face. Dad would kill me if I brought a boy home. I also bought a strapless dress for the bash which Dad stated as a "Hell no". Oh boy.
"How am I going to tell Dad? Mom honestly wouldn't mind, but Dad would MURDER Brendon. He would do a hell of a good job hiding it too. Oh, AND the dress." I was stressing. Bad. "I knew I should have gotten that halter."
"Yeah… little problem with the halter." We started giggling and said the next word at the same time… pretty loud I might add.
"CLEAVAGE!" We burst into laughter again.
We continued working on our science homework when Lindsey slapped me pretty hard. "What are we learning about in Science?" I gave a blank stare. "EMOTIONS!"
"So…"
"We have to do one emotion test with a test subject! This weeks will fight right in. Anger! Use it. You can say it's for homework." Lindsey was a genius. No wonder she's my best friend. We finished our last bit of homework then put the iPod onto Macho Man and started dancing like maniacs. So much I didn't notice my Daddy walk into the room, giving Lindsey and I a crazy stare.
"Did you guys finish homework?" We jumped at the sound of my Dad's booming voice. He turned down the music and looked at me.
"Sort of. I need to interview you and Mom for the last part."
"Can we do it over breakfast?"
"That would be fine." I gulped because breakfast was a few hours away. And I had to spill my guts to two of the best CSI's in Las Vegas.
A/N: I didnt get my requested amout of reviews. i was aiming for 10 and only got 7. so this time we're shooting for 10 again. got that peeples?