AN: Right, so I'm sorry I haven't been writing long chapters, and hopefully this will be my last short one.

I'm working on the next chapter. A longer one, this time.

Thanks for bearing with me. You've all been awesome.

Lane had laughed so loudly she was starting to hiccup.

"I'm serious," Dana said flatly.

"Okay--so--," Lane tried to say between breaths. "You want -hic- us to come to -hic- Priscilla's party?"

"Yes."

"Am I being Punk'd?" Lane asked, then began to laugh again.

Dana held her shoulders. "So, will you go with me?"

Finally, Lane calmed down. She stared at Dana's face. "Oh my God, you are serious."

"No shit."

Lane jumped from her bed as Dana paced around the room. "Right, so we're actually going to this thing."

"Uh-huh."

"Priscilla invited you."

"Actually, Logan did," Dana corrected her.

"Does she know?"

Dana shrugged.

Lane crossed her arms in front of her. "Fine, I'll go with you."

"For real?"

"Sure. If Priscilla gets all up on your face, I'll be sure to defend your ass."

It was Dana's turn to laugh. "Very touching, to say the least."

Lane responded by whacking her with a pillow.

o.O

"This is a party?" Lane said incredously as she and Dana entered the lounge. The place was almost empty.

"Are you sure it says nine o'clock?" she asked Dana as she checked her watch.

Dana nodded. "It's right there in the flyer, clear as day." The two of them walked inside.

"Maybe we are being Punk'd," Lane said apprehensively. "Ooh, I hope Ashton isn't hiding under those tables."

"Don't be silly," Dana said. Inside, however, she was worried herself. If this was some joke... well, she didn't want to know what will happen next.

For the next minute, they sat on one of the tables.

"This sucks," Lane declared as she put her palm under her chin.

Suddenly, the door opened behind them.

"Hey!" called out a dizzy-looking girl, wearing a white tube top, pleated pink skirt, and high heels. She was holding a paper cup in one hand.

"Whoa, Callie! You okay?" Lane asked as she stood up. Dana did the same as they approached her.

"Wha-what are y-you losers doing?" the girl called Callie slurred. "The party's, like, not here!"

"What?" Dana demanded, wrinkling her nose a bit as she smelled the alcohol in her cup.

"Duh!" Callie cried as she slightly went off balance. "Prill's having it by the soccer fields!"

"Why?"

"Bigger space, of course," Callie replied as-a-matter-of-factly. She finally managed to sit down. "You don't expect us to have a bash in a tiny room, do you?"

"I guess," Dana admitted. "Won't the teachers know? I'm sure they won't be too thrilled to see empty beer kegs or whatever in the fields, right?"

"Oh, Prill will take care of that," she waved off. She began to walk outside. "You comin' or what?" she yelled from the door.

With a shrug, Lane and Dana followed.

The next chapter should be very damn exciting.

Or else I'll really hate myself. Haha.