Holt laid back in his pillow tempted to go to sleep again just to teach Jackson a lesson or something, and benefit. Though if he put his mind to it he could come up with something better he was sure.

Turning over to his belly and squeezing the pillow while he thought over their situation. Still looking like a normie. If they weren't going to Monster High he could've taken advantage of this, but this city, this school. To his advantage to be blue.

Even if it was half the time.

But now he was on the other side of the coin and it wasn't very fun. And he was all about fun!

Like anything else, he had to roll with it. Waking up in random theaters, parties, around familiar strangers, he always found a way to make it work.

He had to find a way to make this work too.

Rolling over to his back he slid his laptop onto his lap again recalling why he was summoned. Sending Operetta the file after some minor editing.

Checking in his other social media sites, finally able to be himself somewhere. No one could tell he had pink hands behind the screen after all, his happy digital blue face avatar was the perfect mask.

Even if Frankie was asleep by now, but she had the earliest bedtime, if she wasn't going out she tended to plug herself in early. Smiling at thinking how they were both battery powered in a way.

Well not at the moment.

Which was becoming something of a freedom. But still shackled to silence. Antsy, he lowered the computer volume and put on one of his usual playlists at low volume. Wasn't the same, but he was still getting used to quiet again. Like the old nights of no one else being awake in the house and feeling like he was the only one there despite his parents being asleep nearby.

Half of the reason he started listening to music so much was to spice up the too quiet house. He shouldn't have to sit through this anyway, he just needed to check a couple things, then he could pass out and wake up in school where all the people were at. And on a friday no less. Sounded great.

Clicking on Heath tagging him in a post.

gonna have a killer slumber party tomorrow night! be there or be squareee -with Clawd Wolf, Gil Webber, Deuce Gorgon, and Holt Hyde

Ignoring Deuce's repetitive comment of

creepover, dude.

He wasn't sure whether to video chat this or text file.

Well it was more of a clarification thing. He did want to go to that party, he was always down to party but he was just really confused that Jackson said yes to it. In this condition.

Holt himself really wanted to go but, if he went. That'd mean Jackson was going. In his body. And was going to totally ruin his rep.

Leaving open his Facespook page open for his other half to see, he sat up and pulled an additional document to bug Jackson with.

dude? thought we weren't going?

Then edged his tunes up to what should have been comfortable levels of volume.

I thought it would be weird if "you" said no to a party.

Holt sat up at the new text, music completely off. He lowered the volume and started it up again.

Jackson was trying to act like him at least... To his knowledge, not like he could exactly monitor his acting skills.

yeah? i didnt wanna turn the guys down either but

arent u kind of forgetting our status?

unless u planned on fixin us a new drug tonite?

Pushing the volume back up to this one, he really wanted to sing along… Pins and needles attacking him once more.

Holt swore the most disorienting thing was waking up only a few minutes later with a completely different posture.

I don't have all the ingredients yet, and still not sure if I want to replicate what messed us up to begin with. If I can't figure it out before the party I'll figure it out on Saturday no biggie.

Holt slapped his forehead, then leaned back sighing. Upset now. No. Freakin' pissed.

Actually standing up to grab their school bag. At first fast, then hearing glass clink around. Cursing and taking out the oh-so-important chemicals and placing them on their nightstand.

Then climbing back into bed.

check saturday

What?

Check saturday in that stupid planner that u make me use so i dont make gigs the night u have tests!

Jackson blinked. The night passing by quicker than he anticipated while he talked to himself.

Planner?

His stomach flipped as he had a bad feeling about this.

Possibly just from Holt's own emotional leak.

Pulling out said planner from his bag, trying to think of the last time he looked at it.

Looking at Saturday.

Cringing.

He'd given Holt a hard time about not using a shared planner, and now he was at fault on this one.

Saturday was outlined in every color highlighter they owned. Then coated in bright yellow. Then written in black giant sharpie.

Cleo's Party!

Surrounded by :P and smiley faces and balloons, and confetti and well basically Holt was making sure Jackson knew they were busy that day.

Even if it didn't start till 7, and he probably had to go in early to set up. Great.

If he didn't fix them before that well…

Jackson shuddered to think of himself up on the DJ booth everyone looking at him.

Having to publicly speak and perform and…

He'd have to cancel, seeing Heath was still online he shot him a text with his charging iCoffin.

Don't think we can make it to your creepover after all.

It took less than a minutes for a reply.

Nice try Jackson. Holt already said you were going.

Jackson made a face. Trying again.

No it's really me. We can't go. Too much homework, and Cleo's party.

It was clear he was probably only going to take Holt seriously on this one, they were better friends and he already said he was going. Which just made this situation his own fault…

Tearing out a piece of paper and slipping a sharpie from his pocket, still in school clothes. He wrote quickly

Not going.

In bold large letters taking a selfie of him making a grumpy face with it to prove to Heath the supposed party monster couldn't make his mini party. Sending it before Heath could send another reply.

It took him a couple seconds to reply.

:c maaaan ok. lemme know if you change your mind.

Jackson sat back, that taken care of.

He should probably tell Holt.

Taken care of.

cant believe after riding my butt about that stupid planner you ignored it

Jackson blinked. Thinking Holt would have been happy about this.

Well it's fixed so it doesn't matter.

He typed back rolling his eyes. Noting that he was no longer logged into Holt's accounts anymore. The music kept changing too. Skipping between transformations.

Almost like he was

Holt changed the music again listening quietly and kind of fuming a bit. He was a bit of a hot head, there was no denying that. Jackson fixed their problem that he caused himself, but just after all this it was like stupid Jackson thought he was above a method just because he suggested it. Bad enough he was telling him to use that planner, but Holt's life didn't' revolve around Jackson's. At least he tried his very best to make sure it didn't.

Considering taking another nap just to screw with him he thought of something less harsh.

ur a butt to me whenever i forget ur plans.

He typed thinking.

so u deserve atleast a reminder not to do it again 3

night though unless u WANT me sleeping thru all ur classes

Then got off the bed leaving the computer for him to read later. Lying on the ground and scooting his head just under the metal rim of the underside of his bed.

Pulling the headphones on his neck up to his ears and pressing play on his iCoffin.

"Ow!" Jackson slammed his head against his bed as he came into consciousness suddenly.. Holding his head and sliding out. Sitting up and looking at where Holt had left their position.

That was just evil.

Grumbling he crawled up to the bed fully ready to make an angry video at Holt, but had to grin and bear it.

Reading he remembered how long Holt had actually been out. And he'd spent a good chunk of tonight arguing with himself too…

Hadn't even started on homework.

And now he had a headache great.

Pulling out his notebooks he sighed at the short but long night ahead of him.