On Sunday afternoon, we found a place to practice, finally, and got to work.

"Mandy, are you sure you want to do this song?" Junior asked, holding his guitar.

"Yes, for the freaking millionth time. Do you have an issue with the song I picked?" I demanded grumpily. I had just spent my entire weekend counting balloons, curling ribbon, and researching punch recipes. I was so NOT in the mood.

"No!" he said quickly, reading my tone. "I mean, you have a set of pipes no doubt, but, why exactly that song?"

"You know why!" I shouted, gesturing to the redheaded idiot himself.

"You don't think he'll figure it out?" Junior asked. We looked over to see him practically fighting with a can of soda.

"Do you?" I demanded.

"No," he sighed, "But what about Irwin?"

"Irwin?" I kinda started to panic for a second. Then I got angry. "Screw him. He joined Mindy's band. MINDY, Junior. He knows that she is my worst enemy. And besides. he hasn't spoken to us since the Christmas party."

"Yeah, but-" he started. And then, Billy's soda can, like me, exploded.

"Can it, four eyes!" I shouted.

"What have I told you about calling me four eyes?" he roared.

"Guys, calm down!" Billy shouted. He looked at both of us. "Now I don't care who started the fight. Can you both say you're sorry like plain old human beans?"

"Sorry I brought Irwin up, Mandy. I know how mad that makes you." he said. His eyes sombered.

"Sorry," I croaked. "that I called you that." Junior gave me a half smile, and almost a hug. (before he realized who he was dealing with.)

"Okay, can we start practice now?" Billy asked, licking soda off of his shirt.

I didn't understand why we had to go back there, the karaoke club. The bar stools were sticky, they saw through my fake ID every time, and Mindy and Irwin were there. Luckily, Mindy had just finished her last set. Unluckily, Irwin was about to start his first.

"Can we go now?" I pleaded. Junior shook his head. Clearly he was punishing me.

"C 32." Irwin told the DJ. I scanned the catalog for C 32. "This is My Own Worst Enemy by Lit.

Can we forget about the things I said When I was drunk
Didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said and what you threw at me
Please tell me

Please tell me why
The car is in the front yard and I'm
Sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And you're gone gone
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
A smoke alarm is going off and there's a cigarette
Still burning

Please tell me why
The car is in the front yard and I'm
Sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And you're gone gone
Please tell me why
The car is in the front yard and I'm
Sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And you're gone gone

It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that"

The song was clearly representing what happened between us, and even Billy could see that, but the song kind of implied that he thought about things from my perspective. I would have felt bad, you know, if I had any sense of empathy. But yes, Irwin, you are right. I am my own worst enemy.