Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Jenna doesn't own Digimon. Hell, we don't own anything in this story other than ourselves and "Flowerpotmon". That includes the following that we also don't own: Magic: The Gathering, Inquest, the various M:TG cards mentioned (well, actually I do own a few of the cards. but not the rights to them.), Any of the songs that Jenna sings, or Ronin Warriors (although I do have a Ryo, Talpa, and Cale figure), I'm not sure what toys and cards Jenna has, but I know she has every Ronin Warriors episode on tape. *Jenna sticks out her tounge* "And you don't so there." Anyway, please enjoy.

(Author's note: James here, I'm sorry about this chapter guys. I'm not sure what Jenna was thinking when she wrote it. *Jenna's voice comes from the background. "I wasn't thinking anything when I wrote it!" James turns around. "Well, that explains a lot!" "Wha.. Hey!!!!" James chuckles, "You walked right into that one Jen!"* Anyways, I'll make it up to you next chapter.)

Chapter 11

It was a Friday night, around 11:30 and it was James' birthday. He had originally invited 20 people, but around 75 showed up, all of whom he didn't even know their names. Naturally his parents weren't home, and neighbors were tolerant people. Of course, what's a good party without some ALCOHOL!!!

People were jumping on the couches, blaring the music and drinking like mad.

"Hey man, great party!" some bleach blonde gave James a hearty pound on the shoulder.

James scowled, "Umm yeeeah..."

He was 100% sober and the sight of surfers trashing his living room was less than appealing.

Suddenly James noticed something. A wasted ditzy girl (cough cough, who shall remain nameless) table dancing with some topless guy on the kitchen table. James ran to the top of the stairs. "HEY EVERYBODY, LETS CHILL IN THE BACKYARD WHERE THE POOL IS!"

The plan worked. Everyone began filing out the patio doors. James was just glad the poor couch would be spared form any more torture (plus his mom will kill him).

~Man on a mission, can't say I miss him around~

Someone had brought their own sound system and cranked up some Blink 182. People were slapping around fully dressed in the water and having one hell of a time.

Jenna, after getting carried off the kitchen table, was sitting with a small group in the corner of the yard smoking up. Matt noticed her and dashed over.

"Jenna?! What are you doing??? ..D..Drugs are bad!" he stammered, trying to rub off his squeaky clean personality on her.

She gave him a blank stare and giggled, shoving the pipe in his mouth. After a few minutes, he had an ear to ear grin plastered on his face and counting blades of grass.

T.K., Yolie, Tai, Izzy, Davis and Cody were engrossed in a match of pool volleyball. Davis dove for the beachball and T.K elbowed him in the head and hammered the ball into Davis' goal.

Davis was furious, "T.H! Why you.." before he could finished his statement Cody flopped over and dunked Davis' head under.

On the porch, Sora was sitting cross-legged and sour-faced against the wall.

Ken and Mimi were hogging the vodka coolers and coronas. Joe was in the side yard puking his guts up in the juniper bush.

A bunch of other kids were trying to do the limbo, but do to their high alcohol consumption, it made the spectacle quite humorous to watch.

James was just quietly taking everything in from the pool deck. Hawaiian backyard lanterns, the sound of bass and laughter, watching people puking in the bushes. It was a pretty fun night. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw Kari. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a revealing pink bikini.

"Hey," she said.

James just kinda did that male jaw drop expression.

"I'm kinda cold, let's go inside," she said. James jumped up and followed her in.

James smirked to himself and starting singing a victory dance song in his head. They got up to James' room. Kari walked around admiring the Ronin Warrior action figures while James plunked down on the bed.

"So what's up?" he asked lamely.

She turned around and gave a small smile. She slid on over and pushed him flat on the bed. With one quick action she pulled his shirt off.

"That, is what's up" She said, leaning over.

The second they were about to kiss the door flung open.

"Dude! Your mom is pulling in the driveway!" Some guy blurted out, out of breath and with crayon drawings all over his bare stomach.

"Dammit!" James snapped and hopped of the bed.

"Next time.." Kari mumbled as she followed him downstairs.

The people who could stand and function were trying to tidy the place up. The rest were trying to hop the fence and make their escape. Jenna had given very detailed instructions of what James' mom was like when you messed her house up.

At the last second the few remaining people slid out the back door and scurried over the fence. The door creaked open. James stood there smiling and hiding a broom behind his back.

"Hi...::gulp:: Mom," he stammered, replaying the speech about "no parties" he received right before she left.