i finally wrote it!!!! sorry, i know, it's really short. thank you everyone for favoriting and alerting. disclaimer: guess what?! i still don't own any of the characters or story.

Macey's POV

A week later, we went back to our house after catering an afternoon barbeque. After taking a quick nap until five, we were all charged with energy. We sat down for dinner that night to leftovers from work. We always appreciated Delia's food, even if it was just leftovers.

"Hey guys, I hope you don't mind that I invited some friends over tonight while you were asleep," Kristy piped up through our paired off chatter.

"Ummm…sure," Wes replied loathingly.

"Great, thanks! They'll bring everything, and we don't need to feed them," she was practically jumping up and down.

I got up to clear the table and wash the dishes. Wes jumped up after me, and I smiled discreetly to myself. I washed, while he dried. We worked in tandem for ten minutes, until we were interrupted by abrupt knocking. Five people hustled through the door. I recognized them as Kristy and Wes's friends from high school.

They were like a whirlwind of energy, and I could feel my excitement rising. I could feel that we were going to have fun. Plus, most of them didn't mind intimacy, since there was a couple among the five friends, and one of them usually ended up with Kristy or Monica by the end of the night.

I crinkled my eyebrows in confusion, noticing them nudging each other and whispering under their breath, "No you get it."

Two of them jogged out the front door. They came back about two minutes later lugging something that appeared very heavy, between the two of them. I realized it was a guitar amp, and it had a guitar sitting right on top of it. Oh yes, I was in for an exciting night. We headed to the messy, though barely furnished living room. We cleared the room hastily, as one of the boys, Jax set up. I made a mental note to actually take some time to clean up the house.

Cleaning the room forgotten, we turned to Jax as he started strumming a riff. I slid onto Wes's lap as Kristy leaned her head up against his forearm. I quickly reminded myself that they're cousins. I noticed a couple sitting across from us, Steph and Kris, squished together on a single seat. The last guest, Chelsea, was talking animatedly to Monica. Obviously, it was a one-sided conversation.

We let Jax's vibrant solo's send us into excited conversation with each other, and it only took us an hours, including several breaks, to get us on our feet for good.

At one point, I noticed that Kristy was gone, and twenty minutes later, there was a steady flow of people at our door. About ten new people came, and there were twenty of us in all give or take a few. I changed a lot; I would have actually bothered to do the math, but, now, who cares?

The guitar was vibrant, and really loud. We were pumped. The party lasted into the late hours of the night, but everyone was gone by dawn. Kristy and Monica somehow found the energy to trudge upstairs to their bunk beds in the attic. Wes carried me upstairs, and I fell into a deep sleep.

Jason's POV

I glared at the group of people that were huddled around Macey's door. What were they doing? It was too late for Macey to even consider having guests. It was already nine thirty. They would probably leave in a half an hour. I kept my gaze steady, even after the last of the five people disappeared into the house.

"Jason!" Gavin piped, "It's your turn."

I blinked at the boggle board in front of me. Wait, we don't take turns in boggle. Then I recalled that we Derek had made a list of the order we get to set up the board. I brightened at the word "list". I could picture the orderly line of names, and remembered that mine had been at the bottom. We had each pulled names out of a hat. I told people that I didn't mind going last, but secretly, I felt otherwise, regarding the situation. I didn't want to wait.

Now that my turn had come, I wasn't ready. Plus the game ending naturally equated to clean up, and then bed time. I set the timer, and we all started hastily scribbling words on our sheets of legal paper. I could feel the excitement in the air, and I was determined to be the one with the most words.

"Time!" I shouted, eyeing the hour glass.

They stared at me like I was crazy.

"I was just excited about the words that I came up with…" I stuttered, and then trailed off.

They nodded at me in understanding, and I sighed, relieved. We all works together to clean up the game, making sure that all the cues were facing up and were in a logical order. Then, we carefully placed it in the box with the score sheets. Harry put the box away, while the rest of us put the paper in the receptacle and the number two pencils in their proper place.

Finally, we all headed up the stairs to our beds. I was rooming with Gavin, and we headed into our room to start getting ready for bed. We all took turns in the bathroom, according to schedule. Three of us would shower in the morning, and the other two showered at night. We took shifts between the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms. It was perfect synchronicity, and I loved, above all, the way nothing changed. Besides the incident the week before, and having to see Macey happy with someone else, everything was perfect.

I climbed into my single bed, pulled my plain thin blue blanket over me, and fell into a pleasant sleep. Well, I tried to fall asleep. It wasn't long before I noticed the noise coming from next door. It was music, to be exact. Guitar. I tried to cover my head with a pillow to dilute the noise. It wasn't working.

Soon, all of us were up and complaining. We went back to bed trying to fall asleep. It wasn't working. It didn't cease until dawn. I finally started drifting off to sleep. Then I heard it, low beeps. They started accumulating and speeding up. My alarm. Shit, I realized I had to go to work

review, if you haven't already. if you have, then review again. i'll try to post this in jason's pov soon.