It was finally Ruthie's birthday. She got her license, wnet to dinner, and then she went home and waited.

"It's eight-fifty! Where the heck are they?" Ruthie asked. She was running around like a crazy person. Then the doorbell rang. She answered it. It was Jason. Jason was dark and had big, dark eyes. He was tall and thin and smart.

"Hey Jason! You're the first one here," Ruthie said.

"Ok, cool. Where do I put my stuff?" Jason asked. He yawned.

"Over on the couch. Are you tired?" Ruthie asked.

"Sort of, I've been up awhile. I'll be ok," Jason replied.

"Ok," Ruthie said. Jason sat down and closed his eyes. Ruthie laughed. Then the doorbell rang again. She answered it again. It was Kelsey. Kelsey had light-brown hair and brown eyes. She was about as dark as Ruthie and was shorter than her.

"Hey Kelsey!" Ruthie exclaimed, "Welcome! You can put your stuff on the couch by Jason's."

"Ok, thanks Ruthie," Kelsey said. She threw her stuff on the couch with a loud 'thud', waking up Jason.

"What? What?" Jason asked, startled.

"You just go back to sleep, we won't leave you behind," Ruthie explained. Jason laughed.

"Sure." Peter walked in.

"Hi Ruthie," Peter said, putting his stuff on the floor, "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as Miss Casually-Late and Mr. Always-Late gets here," Ruthie explained, refering to Jacee and Daniel.

"Yeah, where is Jacee?" Kelsey asked, "And what's-his-face."

"They're both gone, that tells you something," Jason replied smiling.

"Ew! There are little kids around here, Jason!" Kelsey said, smacking him.

"So? They'll be our age soon enough," Jason reasoned. They all laughed. Then Jacee walked in, shortly followed by Daniel. "And they walk in together. That tells you something."

"Shut up, Jason!" Jacee said.

"I'd like to see Miss Can't-Break-A-Nail make me," Jason teased. Jacee smiled and jumped on him.

"Ow! How much do you weigh, woman?" Jason asked.

"Guys, let's quit goofing around. We have to leave now!" Peter exclaimed.

"You're on the verge of a heart attack, aren't you?" Ruthie asked him.

"I just hate preparing. It's nerve racking!" Peter explained. They laughed.