Disclaimer's: Still don't own it... I would like to take this time to apologize for all the typos you may find in my fanfiction. I can't type for crap, so... on with the fic!

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Well, planning for this party was not going quite as smoothly as we had hoped. We were hoping to have it outside... it's raining. We were going to have it in the den... the den is too small for like, 30 people. We could have a pool party, but then we'd have to call everyone and tell them to bring their suits. That wouldn't be so bad, except, what are you going to do afterwards? You can't stay in the pool for 5 hours (the party's from 6-11). Not to mention, no way was I going in a bathing suit in front of all those guys, most of whom I still didn't know that well.

So the only logical thing to do was... have the party in the sunroom. It was huge and covered from the rain, plus, if it stopped raining, we could all go outside. Perfect!

Then, we had to set up the sunroom. That wasn't too difficult and it only took about 3 hours (it's a big sunroom). Then, we had to go digging for all of our CDs that had gotten lost somewhere. We found them and put them by the CD player. Now, for food...

We had the usual party foods of chips dip, pretzels, etc. Then, we had pizza coming at 8 and God knows what else Race was going to make. Food shouldn't be a problem...

This was all accomplished by 4:30, so we ate an early dinner and then ran upstairs to get ready. I made it to the shower first, therefore took my time and used up all the hot water. Ha!

Then, I ran to my room to get dressed. What was I going to wear? Something slightly nicer than my last party outfit, because this was my party. I wanted to look nice... Now to tear apart the closet...

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I emerged from my room victorious over the fight with my wardrobe and my hair. I was dressed in black jeans shorts and a handkerchief top with an open back and my hair was pulled back in a twist. Look at me, I'm so pretty...

I met up with Jonny and Hadji, who didn't look so bad themselves. We ran down the steps and made it about 25 seconds before the doorbell rang...

ROBBIE'S HERE!

"Hey," he said, "What's up? We haven't heard from you for awhile. Thought maybe you dropped off the face of the planet."

"Well, that's what we needed people to think," Jonny said, "We had some technical difficulties with Serd."

"Seriously?" Robbie asked, "How'd it turn out?"

"He's in custody in Australia," I said, "And he and his henchmen will be there for a long time." I paused, "We hope."

"Well," Robbie said, "I can see why a party is in order."

We hung around and waited for everyone else to show up. Lindsay was in England, Melissa wasn't invited (Robbie said she was really PO'd about that), and David didn't come for some odd reason. Other than that, all the people from Robbie's party were here at ours.

We all danced around for awhile, but then we got bored. And what happens when 30 teenagers get really bored? Nothing good...

"What are we going to do now?" I asked. Even I, the Dancing Queen, was bored with dancing and the food wasn't ready yet. All we had to work with was chips, dip, pretzels, and pop. Empty pop bottles...

"We could always play Spin the Bottle," I said teasingly, "If we get really bored."

"Well," Jonny said, "I think we're about as bored as it gets."

What had I done? Jonny was reaching for the empty Coca- Cola bottle. God help us now...

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"I'm assuming everyone knows how to play?" Jonny asked.

We all said yes and Jonny put the bottle in the middle of our circle. It was weighted with some water so it would spin better. We were ready to play the most pointless party game of all (besides Truth or Dare) and I was not looking forward to it.

The funny thing was, the girl guy ratio was about even. That usually doesn't happen. This was, I had to admit, the perfect party to play this game at.

Since I was the original guest, I got to go first,. I was hoping to avoid that, but oh well, what can you do? I spun the bottle and it landed on... Hadji! I kissed him on the cheek and he spun the bottle.

This went on for awhile before the bottle worked its way back to me (Thank God). I wasn't enjoying this game as much as some of the other people were. Hadji wasn't enjoying himself, but that was to be expected. He has issues about stuff like this, but I couldn't explain why Robbie wasn't having fun. I was just about to excuse myself (and Hadji, maybe Robbie, too, if needed), when Robbie's spin landed on me.

He kissed me on the cheek. Good, now I could take my turn and take him and Hadji away from this torture game. One problem: my next spin landed on... Robbie! By rules of the game, if the bottle lands on you 1 time, it's a kiss on the cheek. If it lands on the person who landed on you, it's a kiss on the lips. Then, we get into French kissing and stuff that I didn't even want to think about. I leaned over and kissed Robbie on the lips. No big deal. I was getting up and giving Hadji and Robbie both looks that said, You want to make a break for it?

They both shot me Yes looks, so I waited for Robbie to get done with his turn. The bottle landed on... me! This was ridiculous! Robbie was shooting me a look like, Good God, what now? and everyone around us was laughing their heads off.

"What are the odds?" Jonny asked. I was surprised he wasn't going into a jealousy fit, but he seemed to genuinely find it amusing, "Maybe it's the way the bottles weighted."

Robbie and I looked at each other, looked at Hadji, then at everyone else, and bolted. We were away from the game as fast as possible and happy about it, too.

The game lasted until Race came in with the pizza. Thank God that Domino's delivers in 30 minutes or less. You'd think the guys hadn't seen food in a week. Well, in my case, I was just happy it was good old American food like pizza, instead of wild boor or something.

"Why did you leave the game?" Jonny asked me, when we were sitting with our pizza, "I wasn't going to be upset about you kissing Robbie. What were the odds of that happening?"

"I didn't leave because I thought you would be jealous," I said, "I left because it was embarrassing. I hate that game. It plays with people's emotions."

"Then why did you suggest it?" Jonny asked.

"I was joking," I said, "But you all thought it was a good idea, so I played."

"Time out," Jonny said, "If it upsets you, you need to tell me. I wouldn't have been mad."

"I know," I said, "I just don't like to look childish or wussy."

"You wouldn't have been," he said, "I don't think it's wussy not to like a stupid game. What do you want to do now?"

"Dance," I said. I'm spoiled. I always get my way...

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The party was almost over by the time we had finished dancing. I was tired, but hey, it had been my idea, so, I couldn't really whine, could I? Everyone seemed to find it amusing that I danced with Robbie so much, but they can deal with...

"Hey," Jonny said, "How about we spend the last half an hour doing nothing?"

We all looked at him, "Well, not nothing, just relaxing and talking." he said, "Get to know people better. Most of your parents will pick you up a little early anyway."

It was a good idea, so that's what we did. Jonny and Hadji went talk to some of the people they hadn't seen in awhile, so I went and sat with Robbie.

"When are you going home?" Robbie asked.

"I think about 3 weeks," I said, "I have to get back in time to do some school shopping and stuff."

"I thought so," Robbie said, "When does your school start?"

"August 31," I said.

"Rockport High doesn't start until September 2," he said.

"Lucky you."

"Nah," he said, "You guys get out earlier."

"If we started later," I said, "I'd get to stay here longer."

Robbie and I exchanged addresses and phone numbers. I could have fun running up a phone bill with this guy...

Parents started coming and soon the house was empty. Except for the 3 of us and Dr. Quest and Race.

"That was fun," Jonny said, "Especially the last half."

Hadji and I shot him a look. He is such a pimp... Of course, I didn't mind that as long as it was me he was paying attention to. Might as well get used to it. He wouldn't wait around while I was in Pennsylvania. I probably wouldn't wait for him if that was true. It could just be a summer fling...

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Well, I certainly hope everyone liked that. I took the situation where the bottle kept landing on the same 2 people from a Friends episode. I don't own Friends, either.

Robbie: Happy? You got a kiss. Quite a few, actually...

Katie: Sorry you couldn't come to the PAR-TAY...

Fay: Here's the chapter. See, I'm not dead!!!

Memo to me... no more PAR-TAYing with ANY of those people... It could be dangerous to my sanity. And my lips...

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