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