"So… should we celebrate? Are you up to it?"

"I kinda feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. I could cry right now."

"Whatever you want, Babe."

"I guess since I'll have the house to myself, we could invite all of our friends. But since I have the house to myself… there's something I wanna do with you."

"Oh?"

She kissed him hard with a sly smile.

"Oh… okay!"


"Everybody will be happy to hear the news, Violet."

"I'm going to talk with our lawyer about being emancipated, too. My mom isn't going to stay locked up for long."

"Man, your parents bed is super comfortable."

"Yep, but everybody will be showing up soon, we should get together," she crawled out the bed.

"Damn… no time for seconds," he looked her up and down.

"Boy, c'mon," she blushed.


Violet opened the door, to Charlie, Lucy, Linus, and Snoopy.

"Hey biiiitch, Lucy yelled.

"Biiitch," she hugged her.

"Look Linus, my first Violet party and we're first."

"How does it feel, Charlie? You actually get a real invite."

"Feels good, I feel like I'm somebody."

Snoopy and Violet rolled their eyes.

"Welcome to my home, Charlie."

"I humbly appreciate the gracious invitation for this peasant," he bowed, kissing her hand.

"Thank you, Snoopy," she giggled, watching him drag Charlie away.

"Don't mind that blockhead, you doing good?"

"Yeah, Franklin made sure I was real good… girl, you don't even know!"

"Aye, don't be airing our dirt."

"Oh, Fra-Fra, don't be embarrassed."

"We did it in their bed."

"What," Linus blurted.

Lucy started laughing, "oh my god, that's funny!"

"So I'm sure the whole city knows what happened at court today."

"I've gotten a few phone calls from people, Linus. Tapioca actually called me."

"Really? That cunt?"

"Hey gurl, everybody with money is talking about what happened to your dad," Frieda walked in with Schroeder in tow.

"Hey Violet, five years, huh," Schroeder greeted.

"There he is," Patty walked in.

"My chunky monkey!"

"Chunky Monkey," Lucy repeated.

"Lu-Lu," Patty scrunched her face.

"Got ya there," Frieda laughed.

"Okay, so drink whatever, pizza should be here soon," Violet headed to the kitchen.

"All these bottles of Faygo," Charlie mused.

"Drink of the Juggalo's, Chuck," Franklin said.

"I got every flavor."

"So other than him getting five years, what else happened, did it go smooth," Frieda asked.

"Hey! Where is everybody?!"

"In the Kitchen, Trish," Violet yelled.

"What's up, party people," Peppermint Patty walked in.

"Hey Violet, how'd it go at court?"

"He got five years," Frieda yelled.

"He shoulda got more for his bullshit."

"He called the judge a beaner."

"Dayum," Linus and Patty exclaimed.

"Heather was there drunk, she attacked us after the verdict, I tried to keep her from hurting Violet too bad."

"She did that, your mom is fucking crazy," Patty said.

"Yeah my dad told me what went down, shit sounded crazy."

"It was."

"So you're gonna fuck in their bed to get back at them?"

"Trish, Babe, c'mon," Marcie cried.

"Already did it," she smirked.

Peppermint Patty laughed, fist bumping her. Marcie sighed.

"You fucked in their bed?"

"Sure did, so worth it, why; you wanna take Schroeder up there," Franklin replied.

"Eww, not after you two," she sipped her soda, "I wasn't gonna ask for that, love the vindication though, girl."

"We could probably use a spare bedroom," Linus joked.

"Uh-huh, no way, sister, you already got yours Saturday. No, you stay here with the rest of us," Lucy scolded.

"Is that why yall had Rerun with yall, Saturday?"

"Yes Marcie."

"I think we missed something, Baby," Frieda said.

"Oh you did; we ran in to Chuck and Lucy and they saved my Baby Girl, those cheerleaders were trying to beat up Marcie, and we beat the brakes off of them."

"Oh damn," Schroeder said.

"Yeah, because those two horn-dogs sent Rerun over to Charlie's," Lucy snapped.

Peppermint Patty laughed, "I'm sorry, that's funny."

"I told you I was sorry. It's not like you were gonna have sex, anyway."

"Patty!"

Everybody started laughing.

"Lu-Lu, everything worked out, why are you still mad?"

"I'm not, really. Plus if it didn't happen, there's no telling what could've happened to Marcie."

"That's right, we can't have nothing happen to our favorite nerd," Franklin hugged her.

"Thanks, Franklin," she smiled.

"What are you doing over there," Frieda asked Peppermint Patty.

"Doing her mom a favor," she rummaged through the fridge, "gettin' a beer!"

"Sir, we're too young to drink!"

"What's a beer or two, gonna do? I always wanted to try one."

"It's fine. As long as nothing goes too far. I'm just trying to have some fun after all of this."

"Really," Charlie asked.

"Fuck it, Chuck."

The doorbell rang.

"That must be Quincy's," she trotted off, "you can't drive, if you get too drunk, though."

She answered the door, handing the guy a hundred, sitting the pizzas down.

"Oh shit, I don't know if I have change for this."

"Keep it."

"I've never gotten a tip here before."

"That's because my parents are racist."

"You're that girl, your dad just got locked up!"

"That's me. You have a good night."

"Thanks! You too," he walked back to his car.

"Foods here!"

"I got it," Franklin jogged in.