Me: Jace-y poo. TIME FOR ANOTHER GUEST!
Jace: …
Me: You're speechless! I knew you liked my idea.
Jace: I like it as much as I like mayonnaise.
Me: Whoah Jace. It's a wonder you're not fat.
Jace: I DON'T LIKE MAYONNAISE!
Me: But, I'm confused…
Jace: I should've put my pinkie up, shouldn't I?
Me: You're learning!
Jace: I'm like your slave boy.
Me: Just the way I like it!
Jace: Ugh. So who's next?
Me: Well, this girl suggested SpongeBob…and aw she's okay with you being a Cinderella person! YOU'RE ACCEPTED!
Jace: Cinderella kicks some ass in those glass slippers.
Me: And she says you'd be interesting as emo…wait, if you're not emo NOW what are you?
Jace: I'm—
Me: PUNK! I knew it.
Jace: I AM NOT PUNK. Punk is for losers with no life.
Me: Doesn't that describe you very accurately?
Jace: I hate you. So, are we having SpongeBob on or what?
Me: Well, I'm not sure if it would be weird…
Jace: -sputters on drink- what? You, saying something is weird?
Me: The world will combust, I know.
Jace: I say we try it. I've always wanted to meet a yellow sponge.
Me: Well, you can always go under the sink. I also have pink ones if you're interested.
Jace: Oh, you're hilarious.
Me: Thanks. So, I'm sorry Dolphin321, but SpongeBob is not coming on. =(
Jace: BOOOOOOO!
Me: -throws book at Jace-
Jace: Ow.
Me: It's Ow, Mistress, to you, Slave Boy.
Jace: Okay, Mistress.
Me: Okay, next up…James Stark. Um. –Whispers to Jace- have to read the series?
Jace: Uh, I'm a guy, remember?
Me: Oh, yeah. It's just so hard to tell these days.
Jace: I will break free of my chains and make sure you pay.
Me: HA. Just another for kicks-HA. Okay, so um, charlotteok, WE WILL BRING JAMES ON. Let's hope he's nice…
Jace: NO MORE TESTERONE.
Me: I thought you loved that. Being slightly gay and all.
Jace: …
James: Hey guys. I'm psyched to be here.
Me: Whoah. You're…cute.
Jace: oh no. Here she goes again.
Me: -hits Jace DISCREETLY- So, how is it, being undead and all?
James: Pretty awesome. Although wanting to eat everyone's a bitch sometimes.
Me: Tell me about it –pointedly looks at Jace-
Jace: Hi James. I'm Jace, the enslaved kid Jess kidnapped from India.
Me: He was cheaper than the other ones.
James: And I can see why.
Jace: HEY, HEY, HEY. I'm the slave boy here. I AM THE SNARKY ONE.
Me: Not anymore, dude. Not anymore.
Jace: -tackles James-
Me: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
-BOYS ARE FIGHTING (any girl's dream!)-
TEN MINUTES LATER
Me: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU SCARED HIM AWAY! He was SO cute! AND NICE!
Jace: And a wussy. What about Percy, anyways?
Me: Long distance relationships are a hassle. So, next one up, I guess?
Jace: …I still can't believe you didn't allow SpongeBob on…
Me: He understands. So…whoah long list…so I'll do Paris Hilton first.
Jace: Why her?
Me: WE SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY! =DDD
Jace: That's a good thing?
Me: No. But I feel loved anyways.
—firecrackers start, random cameras flash, smoke fog starts—
Me: HERE SHE COMES!
Jace: -mutters- has a flair for attention, doesn't she?
Paris: Whaa?
Jace: -eyes widens- she…hot…face…
Me: -nudges Jace-
Jace: She might be crazy, but she's wonderful to look at.
Paris: Why thank you, um, peasant boy.
Jace: At your service, ma'm.
Me: Oh gosh. Here we go.
Paris: You both are so lucky you're not paying to see me…
Me: How much would it be, if we were?
Paris: $2,000 an hour, give or take.
Jace: -still staring-
Me: -hits Jace in the face- That's for clearing your head.
Jace: Wait a second. You're allowed to go all girly for those two guys—especially Percy—but I can't appreciate Paris?
Paris: What? Yeah!
Me: AT LEAST MY GUYS HAD BRAINS.
Paris: …I can't argue with that. But I do have something else that they probably don't have.
Me: -covers face- please…don't say it…
Paris: MONEY!
Me: -surprised- Oh!
Jace: -suspicious- What did you think she'd say?
Me: …
Paris: So, peasant boy, want to fan me? I'm getting a bit hot.
Jace: YE—yes. Of course I shall.
Me: You're only embarrassing yourself in front of all your loyal fans.
Jace: -snorts- Okay, Ms. All-Over-Percy-And-James
Me: Hey. They're irresistible.
Jace: Paris is too!
Me: Ha. No. As long as you avoid sketchy clubs and boy drool, then you're nowhere near her.
Jace: I hate you.
Me: Did you hear that Paris? He said he hates you!
Paris: PEASANT BOY! You don't have the privilege of insulting me!
Jace: It wasn't to you Pa—
Paris: Now you can't oil me!
Jace: NOOOOOOO
Paris: Well, now I have to go find a new boy to oil me. Sketchy clubs, here I come!
Me: Bye Paris!
Paris: Bye, bye Jess! I'll send you something nice soon…maybe one of my guy rejects…hm
Me: Wow. Thanks.
-Paris leaves-
Me: BOYS. Ugh.
Jace: I. Hate. You. So. Much.
Me: YOUR LOVE IS MY DRUG.
Jace: Then shouldn't you be in rehab?
Me: Nope. Because I got plenty of your generous love. It just rolls off you.
Jace: No, that's my Hate that's rolling off me.
Me: Still as sweet.
Jace: …
Me: NEXT TIME, WE WILL HAVE MORE PEOPLE!
Jace: …Hot people?
Me: No redheads, sadly.
Jace: I will—
Me: WAIT! Yes there is! –laughs secretly-
THE END
