Welcome to part two of the epic battle of raging teen hormones!

Wait, we aren't there yet…

Whatever….

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"Clair, wait… you mean… guys are going to be sleeping over… with us?" I asked, not believing what I had just heard.

"Uh yeah. Why, you going deaf?" she joked, punching my arm.

"No, it's just…does your mom and dad know?" I asked, betting that they didn't.

"Nope, and you aren't going to tell them, right?"

I sighed. How could I? She hadn't told on me when I had done stuff my parent's wouldn't approve of.

"No… but… well, who's coming over?"

"Uh, Amanda, Jenny, Kelee…" she counted off her fingers as she listed off names, and I punched her shoulder before she could finish.

"No you idiot, I mean what guys are coming?"

"OH! Well why didn't you say so?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Ok, well there's Kurt, Aaron, Zach, Brian, Brad and Ethan."

I admit it. It was the first time I had ever actually done this. I choked on my own spit.

"Ethan is coming?" I asked, my mouth open.

"Uh, yeah. He's our friend, isn't he?" Clair said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah… but…"

"Oh God, what'd you do now?"

"Nothing… nothing… it's just that…"

I stopped, and Clair scrutinized me for a moment before smirking.

"Oh I get it."

"You get what?" I asked, not at all liking that grin.

"You like him don't you."

"WHAT? No! No, I don't like him! I mean, as a friend but nothing else!"

"Yeah, ok, sure."

"I don't like him."

Clair sighed.

"Katey, whatever you do, don't go into acting. You are the worst liar I've ever seen."

For a second I felt like letting loose maniacal laughter. If only she knew…

"Which is exactly why I was in drama club, and got the leading role for 'Slay it with Music' last year."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah; always have to bring that up, don't you?"

"Well why not? It's the start of my Broadway career."

"HAHAHA! You're joking, right?"

"Nope. You're going to see my name in lights one day. Besides, you're just mad because you got landed with "Vosemarie."

"Oh shut up. Besides, we're off subject. You like Ethan and you won't admit it."

Damn it. Right back where we began.

"No I don't."

"Whatever. We'll see tomorrow. In the mean time, we need to find out what movies we're going to put on, and what we can do to scare the pants off of everyone."

"How about I bake something?"

Clair clutched her heart in fake panic.

"We don't want to KILL them, do we?"

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"Ok, so we have 'The Exorcist', the original 'Haunting', 'The Omen', 'Skeleton Key', and 'the Shining.'" Said Clair, listing off the DVD's in her hand.

"I've got the popcorn, cokes, candy and other sugar necessities." I said, holding up two grocery bags.

"Awesome. Here, take the movies and the junk into the kitchen and put it away and I'll go set up." Clair said, putting the movies in the bags.

"Will do, El Capitano." I said, doing my best to salute with my hands full.

To tell you the truth, I would have rather had Clair help me unpack, and we both get 'the room' ready.

Why?

Because… I was sort of afraid of her grandma's house.

I mean seriously! You would be too! It smelled weird, and there was all this antique furniture from when the house was built, and the windows didn't have curtains…

The place was scary, alright?

I know what you're thinking. Probably along the lines of "Nice, a sixteen year old girl is afraid of a house? And this is the chick that wasn't afraid to trick Erik, and be sarcastic in the face of death."

Well that was when I had an extra life, okay? Now, now I was all alone on the first floor of the creepy house.

Oh well. What can you do?

I shifted the bags so they didn't strain on my fingers so much, but it only made the weight worse.

"Ung!" I grunted as I lifted and dropped the groceries on the counter.

I took everything out of the Wal-Mart bag, and then crumpled the plastic up, chucking it in the trash.

Now on the counter were boxes of popcorn and miscellaneous candy, with two six packs of coke. Some teenagers would see this as a perfect opportunity to have a total kegger or a freaking orgy of drugs, but nope, not us good children!

We only have a slumber party with guys in attendance.

I sighed and tossed the cokes in the fridge, and shoved the treats in random cabinets, as to deter any pre-party scavengers.

I closed the last cabinet and looked back with pride. No one's going to find the Mike and Ike's from behind those prunes. Hah!

All of a sudden from somewhere behind me, I heard Clair scream.

During my stay in time in Paris I head learned to overcome my freeze instinct, and now only reacted. I dashed over to the cabinet counter and pulled open drawers, silverware and random cooking utensils clanking to the floor. Finally I yanked the right drawer open and seized the butcher knife.

I turned and sprinted as fast as I could over to the stairs and thudded up. The pounding of my feet matched the beat of my heart and I was afraid of what I would find.

I skidded to a stop on the landing, clutching my knife in my hand with white knuckles to find Clair standing in front of a closet door, leaning against it.

"Clair, what happened?" I asked, coming up, loosening my hold on the knife a little bit.

"Oh God, this old doll just surprised me… I thought it was a real person… It's cool now…" She said, breathing hard.

"Need some help putting stuff out?" I asked, my grip going slack on the knife.

"Uh yeah, there's more pillows in that room over there, and I'll get some blankets…" the sound of chimes came from below us. "Oh crap! They're already here? You want to go get them?" She asked, running over to the room where the blankets and pillows were.

"So I get crowd control tonight?" I asked, already going downstairs.

"You know it!" I heard from the depths of some room above me.

The doorbell rang again, his time repeatedly.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm coming, my God."

I opened the door, and found about ten people all standing on the porch waiting to be let in.

"What took so long, old lady?" Brad asked, already trying to force the door open.

"Well aren't Ya'll the ugliest girl scouts I've ever seen!" I said, laughing.

"Girl Scouts are over rated!" Amanda yelled.

"Okay, let's not get into that now…" Kelee said, knowing that Amanda had spent ten years in the girl scouts and had gotten nothing out of it. Since then she took every opportunity to bash that society.

"So are we sleeping on the porch or what?" Jenny asked, trying to not be so close to Abby without falling off the porch.

I sighed.

"Fine, gosh. Do I have to?"

"YES!" they all yelled, and I stepped back to let them in.