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Here it is, (not really enough build up, I know, but I'm still working on all that) the Party chapter.

I hope you like it and don't kill me for my crazy, morbid mind… XP

Wake up loser!

Whaa? I said groggily, coming into consciousness.

Kenny's on the phone and its already half past 1. So GET UP! Lily half shouted as my eyes adjusted to see her standing over me. Gosh! I mean, must I really be forced do EVERYTHING around here??? You should learn how to manage your OWN life, loser. I am NOT an answering machine!

Alright alright. I'm up. Chill. I replied prying the phone away from her iron grip. Why don't you go take a Midol or something Lil?

Oh Bite Me! She replied, cheerful as ever, closing the door – ok slamming the door – as she left.

Hello? I said into the receiver.

Uh...hey Mike. Kenny replied.

Hey Kenny. I said, patiently waiting for him to state his purpose for calling.

Pause…

Kenny? I said tenderly. Was there something you needed to tell me?

Oh yeah. He answered. Uh…I thought maybe it would be cool if I met you at your house tonight and we took the tram together to the party.

Sure thing Ken. How about you meet me around 8 o'clock? I said, trying to move things along.

K replied Kenny.

Oh and one more thing Kenny. I thought it best to find out sooner rather than later. Is there a reason why this party is in the "rich" part of town? I mean, who is throwing it?

Oh, uh… I uh…gotta go. But I'll see you at 8, ok? Trust me. It will be loads of fun. Bye. Kenny said hurriedly, hanging up.

That was weird… I thought. But it was too late to back out now. Hmm…. I guess I should be fine as long as nothing TOO terrible happens. I mean, how bad could a preppy party be? Assuming that it is.

And so I decided to forget about it and get something to eat.

Kenny arrived at my house a little after 8:00 (Hey, you can't blame him. Everyone is late once in a while) and we headed out.

This is a pretty big house. Remarked Kenny as we approached the door.

Uh…Kenny? I said taking him by the arm. This is JOSH RICHTER's house.

Oh. Yeah. I know. Was Kenny's reply. I didn't think it would be THIS big though… Lana said it w…

KENNY! I snapped, inturrupting him. LANA? SHE is the one throwing this party? Why didn't you tell me?

Uh…I didn't know it mattered. He sputtered. And besides, it should be fun to see what the popular people spend all of their time doing. Right?

Fine. I sighed, all of my doubts confirmed at the same time. Let's just get this over with.

As we walked into the party I saw every person I dislike the most dancing all over each other and making out in the corners. Disgusted I turned to Kenny to ask if we could just leave now and save the mess.

Hey, Kenn… I started, but when I turned around he was no where to be seen.

Great. I sighed to myself. Just great. I'm stuck by myself in the midst of an enormous sea of spit, alcohol, and flesh. Now what?

I decided to go for a little walk around the premises.

When I got outside to the backyard patio I spotted someone sitting alone by the punch bowl. I walked up to get some punch and that's when I realized just who it was sitting all alone.

Michael? I heard shameeka say, excitement and curiosity laced in her speech. What are YOU doing at a place like THIS??

Oh hey Shameeka. I replied, greatful to have someone to talk to who wasn't disgustingly shallow. Already the night was looking up. I should ask the same from you.

Oh, well, Lana sort of forced me into coming. She said, sounding sad. She really knows how to twist peoples arms into doing her bidding, ya know?

Yeah. I was sort of tricked into coming as well. I told her, knowing some of her pain.

Really? By who? I'm sorry. She said all at once, a worried look on her face.

Nevermind that. I said. Let's just forget about everyone else and hang out together. How about some punch?

Sure. She said, a sudden smile on her face. I'd like that.

And so Shameeka and I sat there for a long time, drinking cup after cup of punch and talking. She forms quite a good conversation when you give her the chance it turns out.

As the evening went on, we both became much more relaxed and felt completely at ease.

After a few hours, probably around midnight, guess who came stolling up to the punch table? None other than Lana herself accompanied by KENNY! That's right. Kenny and Lana came up to Shameeka and I, Lana with a mischivious look on her face and Kenny looking very enamored with her.

Hey Shameeka! I need you. NOW. said Lana, and with a slight nod my way and a short Michael pulled Shameeka by the shoulders out of her chair and away from Kenny and I.

Yeah, so Mike. Great party eh? Said Kenny awkwardly.

Um…sure…what was that all about…you and Lana…er…I sputtered, feeling a bit tipsy. Man, I think someone spiked the punch…

Er…anyway Mikey, we need to talk. Kenny quickly returned. It's about Mia. It's just, I don't think she is being completely honest with you, buddy.

Wha? Whadda ya mean? Mia? No…no…I trust her completely. I slurred. Why would you think…?

Well, the thing is, I KNOW she hasn't been faithful. He said. She's been calling me a lot while she's been in Genovia. I promised I wouldn't tell. Oh Mike, it's awful!

Wait? You and her…

No! That's not it at all, man. She's found someone else. And let's just say they haven't been moving very slowly. He's a prince, and I am sure she just got carried away, but I always thought she would be true to you for sure. I'm so sorry.

I sat there with my drink in hand, not even noticing Shameeka and Lana giggling in the near distance, as Kenny's word washed over me. My heart was breaking. So, I did what any guy would do. I drank. A lot. I drank myself into oblivion. It all seemed like a dream after that.

Shameeka walked back over to the punch table and sat down next to me, an almost giddy look on her face.

Why so down? She said.

I just sat there staring into the distance, far beyond drunk.

Come on, I know what might make you feel better. She said as she pulled me out of my seat and proceeded to lead me upstairs into one of the "reserved" rooms.

Only half aware of what I was getting myself into, and too upset to care, I drowned my sorrows under the sheets of someone else's bed with Shameeka's body as my drug.

Afterwards Shameeka quickly grabbed her things and left the room.

I stumbled down the stairs and over to the livingroom couch, passing Lana and Kenny on the way. They seemed to be smiling to each other, and I vaguely remember seeing them shake hands before passing out right there on the couch.

AN: So, I know it's been a while. I had this nearly finished the day after the first comment I got. But, unfortunately my life became really hectic. Then I started school again, and well, I never really found the chance to finish it. So here I sit, full of turkey dinner from last night, updating this for you all. I promise not to make you wait so long for the next one. I know how horrible it is having to wait. Feel free to comment. You can expect the next chapter by sunday at the lastest. 3