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Pre-Party: Part Two

Nikki was at Jude's house, helping him set up for the party. She wasn't really helping, more like watching. She leaned against the front door with her arms folded as Jude "party-proofed" his house. Basically, he hid the large vase in the back closet, and put the remote control under the seat cushion.

"Should be safe there," he said standing up.

"Yeah," Nikki snorted. Then she spotted a small blue pot on top of Jude's fireplace. "Maybe you should hide that too, Jude. It looks valuable." She nodded her head at the small pot.

Jude followed her gaze, then shuddered. "That's Granny Lizowski," he said.

"Do you nickname all your pottery, because I think I broke Uncle George back there," Nikki said, sarcastically.

"No, in the pot is my Granny's ashes," Jude explained.

"You keep her in a jar above your fireplace?" Nikki said, raising her eyebrow.

"I guess I should move it," Jude said, then gave Nikki a pleading look.

"I'm not touching it," she didn't budge. Jude sighed then slowly made his way toward Granny Lizowski's ashes. He went to pick it up, then stopped and hesitated.

"It's a pot of dirt, Jude," Nikki said.

"No way, bra. This is my Granny's body. Right now I could be looking at her..."

"I don't want to know." Nikki said then walked towards the pot. "Besides, it's not like she is the ashes. She just wasthe ashes, when she was alive." She and Jude were staring at the pot, as if an old wrinkly hand would ressurect out of the ashes.

"Why doesn't it have a lid?" Nikki asked, suddenly whispering. "What if the ashes flow into the air system?"

"You mean, like, we're breathing Granny right now?" Jude lowered his voice too, wide-eyed.

They stared at each other for a second, before sprinting to the front of the room and out the door.

"Woah!" Jude shouted as he ran into a tall figure, pushing him to the ground. Nikki tripped on top of both of them.

"Ow," Nikki grunted, pulling herself up. She helped the tall guy up, leaving Jude to fend for himself.

"Hey, Johnny," she said, getting control of herself again.

Johnny Phynx, a 17 year old boy who went to the same high school as the rest of the gang, had decided to help them with their party. He was generally well known in that department, considering the music equipment he owned. In fact, if anyone wanted anything to do with the word "loud," they'd call up Johnny Phynx.

"H'llo," he said, feeling his red liberty spikes to see if they were damaged. "Let's rock n' roll," he said, satisfied.

There was a large van parked backwards in Jude's driveway. He went to it and pulled open the back door, revealing two massive amplifiers, some music equipment and strobe lights.

"That's a lot of stuff," Nikki commented. "I guess that means I'll have to help."

Johnny smiled, jumping into the back of his van.

"Come on, Jude," she said. He was staring at the amps. with a look of awe on his face.

For the next hour they pulled the equipment out of the van, and set it up for the party. Johnny had extra instruments in case the Marching Band didn't have "sweet" enough stuff.

It was 7:00 pm by the time they were completely finished setting up. Johnny was testing the sound to see if it could be heard all around the house. One of the large amps was outside, while the other was in the back of the house. There was a small stage (basically just a step above the ground) for the Marching Band to play, outside.

Nikki layed in the grass, listening to the sound of guitar riffs being played sporadically, then the shouts of Jude's approval (awsome dude!) from the back of the house.

She gave Johnny a thumbs up, not bothering to sit up.

Just then Jonesy and Jen walked up the driveway to Nikki.

"No car?" Nikki asked them.

"Well, we're saving the parking for the guests," Jonesy said, sitting down beside Nikki.

"That and Mr. Garcia wouldn't let you drive," Jen said, her hand on one hip.

"Youdon't even have a license Jen," Jonesy retorted, causing her to glare at him.

Nikki frowned. The noise of her two best friends squabbling was drowning out Johnny's playing. Never mind, he had finished the testing. She sighed and sat up to see Jen had run off to check up on everything. Jonesy was still beside her, his legs stretched across the grass and his arms folded behind his head. He had his eyes closed and was smiling slightly to himself.

She gazed at him for a second, noting the way his jaw sat curving below his ear, how his blue hair swayed gently in the slight breeze, that goofy grin that spread across his face.

Nikki smirked then punched him lightly in the shoulder. "What's so funny, Casanova?"

"Just thinking," he said, opening an eye and grinning at her.

Nikki was about to respond when Jen shouted from the door in a panicked voice, "Nikki, where's the food?!"

"What, the pizza?" Nikki asked.

"Yes."

"I didn't order it yet." Jen gave her an appalled look.

Nikki rolled her eyes. "Jen, will you please cut it with the dramatics? I'll get it later so it won't be cold when people get here."

Jen bit her lip, standing in the doorway. "Well, ok," she finally said.

All of a sudden Jude ran up behind Jen and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her and looking frantic. "She's gone!"

Nikki and Jonesy immediately stood up.

"What's wrong?" Jen asked, not understanding. The three teenagers faced him looking worried, (Johnny was in his van, having a smoke.)

"My Granny's gone," Jude said.

"Huh?" Jonesy raised his eyebrow. Jen looked at him and shrugged.

"What?" Nikki gave a confused look to Jude. "But we didn't even touch her...it...the pot," she said.

"Come on, dude and dudettes," Jude walked back inside the house to the fireplace, while the others followed him. He pointed at the spot where the pot of ashes should have been.

"See? She's gone," he said apprehensively.

"What? The pot of dirt?" Jen asked. Everyone turned to face her.

"No, the pot of ashes. Granny Lizowski's ashes," Nikki said.

Jen's face turned red. "Ashes?"

Nikki gave her a suspicious look before sighing, "What'd you do?"

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Four teenagers were looking down into an empty toilet bowl, each with a different expression on his or her face. Nikki with a bored expression, chewing the inside of her lip, Jonesy next to her looked disgusted, scrunching his nose up. Jen looking incredibly guilty and embarrassed, and Jude, who was usually creeped out by the ashes, had a sad look to his face, like an innocent child who couldn't find their teddy bear.

"But why would you flush it?" Jonesy asked.

"The pot was breakable and had to be put away, and I thought...I thought it was only dirt," Jen said.

"Yeah, but still. You could've just put it under the sink or something, without dumping it," Jonesy said.

"Oh, God," Jen looked up at Jude. "I'm sorry."

"That's ok," Jude said, still looking into the toilet. "If there's any way to go, it's down the toilet, like Fish."

"I think I'll stick with the graveyard," Nikki commented. "But I'll remember that for when you go, Jude."

"Sweet." His sad expression seemed to have disappeared. Teddy bear, found.

The four of them stared down into the toilet bowl again, when Jen said, "By the way, I found a $20.00 under the pot."

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Jude followed Jonesy and the girls back downstairs, now $20.00 richer. He never liked having his Granny in a pot on the fireplace, so now it'd be better. All he'd have to do was fill the pot with dirt before his parents got back. They'd never notice the difference.

"Hey," Caitlyn and Wyatt were standing at the front door.

"Ready?" Caitlyn asked, excitedly.

"Let's see them!" Jen said. Jude scratched his head. He didn't know what they were talking about.

"Step outside," Caitlyn said. The six of them left the house to find Johnny and the Marching Band members, only they weren't the Marching Band members. They weren't exactly hot, but they were definitely transformed. (Warning: Boring description up ahead)

Eugene, who formally had the mushroom haircut, now had shaggy hair that was longer in the front, but was gelled forewards. He was wearing a fashionable grey sweater, and green kahki shorts.

Bernie, the fat guy, was given a crew cut that surprisingly made his face look a little slimmer. He was wearing black shorts and a black shirt that had a skull on it. There was a chain visible by his belt.

Martin, the drummer, had a little longer hair than the other two, that fell into his eyes. His shirt was white and ripped at the arms, and he was wearing blue jeans.

All three boys were, Caitlyn said, wearing make-up and face cream to cover their blemishes (all though they would never admit it).

"Cait! You did amazing," Jen squealed, and the two girls giggled.

"I have to admit, I'm pretty impressed," Nikki said.

Jonesy didn't say anything. He still thought they were geeks at heart, and could screw up the party. Jude gave Caitlyn a thumbs up.

"Now we're officially ready for this party, right?" Jude asked. He felt tired already, with all the work to set it up. But now the fun was about to begin.

"Yeah, I'll order the pizza," Nikki said. She walked off into the yard to get away from the noise, flipping open her cell.

"And I'll relax," Jonesy layed down on the grass. "We still have 45 minutes to kill."

"I guess you're right dude," Jude said. He copied Jonesy, soon followed Caitlyn, and the Marching Band. Johnny and Wyatt were discussing guitars, such as the best type of Gibson SG, distortion pedals and all that junk. Jude didn't get guitar talk. He only got skateboard talk. Also, fast-food talk.

"I'm just going to do a final check on everything," Jen said, running back into the house.

"I hope you don't have any other dead relatives in there, Jude," Jonesy commented.

Jude grunted. "Wake me in 45." He pulled his toque over his head, and fell asleep.

That basically had nothing to do with the plot, other than setting up for the party. Sorry if it was boring, I tried to make it funny.
The next chapter will be the party (yay!), which should be incredibly fun to write!