A/N I actually planned a few chapters out, so hopefully these next few updates will be more frequent!
Enjoyyyy!
Tuesday August 22nd
9:00am
Up at the crack of morning.
Rosie's having her party today, because her parents are smartly out, until tomorrow, again! Why can't my parents be normal like hers? She has recruited Sven, Tom, and I to help her set up. Jas was still letting her inner woodland fairy free on a camping trip with her parents.
1minute later
Her whole family seems to be part tree stump, or flower, or whatever grows in the woods.
2minutes later
Thank God's oversized beret she found Tom. He seems to be the only one who can actually tolerate her nature urges.
In the Loo
Getting ready. Rosie, Sven, and I looked all of yesterday, well the parts after we were done running away from an angry, and rather porky man, looking for more of that theatrical fur that we used when were working backstage for Peter Pan.
30 seconds later
We weren't actually working for Peter Pan, more like the wet, weedy, drippy Lindsay who pranced around pretending to be him. Which I think is rather insulting to Peter Pan.
Loads of fur later
Wearing all dark brown where fur isn't covering me. Except for my face, I added sidies and a mustache though. Vair, vair attractive if I do say so myself, which I just did.
In the Kitchen
Using sausages like we did from the teenage werewolf party, we put a lot of ketchup on them so that it looks like blood. We also made red jell-o; Roro claims that it's like blood. But as we all know she is très mad.
In the front room
2:30pm
We also bought a tape called "sounds of the wolves". I'm not kidding. Some sad block decided to go out and record wolf noises. Sounds like Tom and Jas, only they would record "sounds of the wild carrot" or whatever other fruits are out there.
On Sven's shoulders.
I really hope he doesn't smell the food in the kitchen, or his inner viking might come out, and he'll have the urge to attack some sausages with his mouth, and then I'll fall.
1 minute later
I'm hanging up bats, and full moons that dangle from the ceiling.
Rosie has also made it a requirement that the people dressed up as vampire wear capes, and the people dressed up as werewolves walk on their hands and knees.
8:30pm
It's vair uncomfortable, and not too big on the attractivosity front.
Dave the Laugh looked groovy in black and red, even if he was wearing a mini. He also has a blonde wig, like that Rosalie person who hates Bella.
I crawled over to him.
Dave said, "Hello, kitty kat," and tried to pet me.
I bit him.
"Feisty today, are we?"
1 minute later
Trying to get a cape for Dave, but it's too bloody high up.
30 seconds later
Felt someone's hands around my waste, it was Dave the Laugh.
He said, "I was just trying to help you get higher up."
I rolled my eyes.
Ouch, something hit me in the back of the head…
I turned around
Rosie said, "GEE, GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES!"
Dave said, "Ooer."
Cheeky cat.
30 minutes later
Usual crowd, Edward, Dave the Laugh, Mabs, Rosie and Sven are vampires. Ellen, Peter (erlack!), Jools, Rollo, and moi are werewolves.
We're playing Truth, or Dare. I refused to play the "kiss or promise" part since I was told to kiss Dave the Laugh at the fish party.
2 minutes later
This is taking forever. If you're a vampire, you have to growl, or squeak (as Rosie says bats do) after every word, if you're a werewolf you have to howl or make a dog noise variation after every word.
Roro says it adds to the Twilightosity of the party. I think she's over exaggerating.
30 seconds later
A lot.
9:15pm
Ellen, dither queen of England asked, "Dave, aroo…erm, truth, arooooo, you know, aroo, dare…woof…or, maybe?"
Dave said, "Dare, aroooo!"
"I, erm, woof, dare, bark, you, aroo, to, howwlll, um, well, bark, you, uhh-"
Rosie said, "ELLEN! JUST TALK NORMALLY!"
Ellen said, "I mean, like, go outside, and well, do the howling, at erm, 3 people?"
Dave said, "You want me to go outside, and howl at 3 people?"
Ellen nodded like a nodding werewolf.
All of us went and walked around and hid in the bushes, whenever a person came by, and Dave would jump out at people and howl, and then we'd all run away.
9:53pm
Back at Rosie's house.
We scared a lot of people. Especially when the werewolf-ey people ran away on all fours.
But très amusant.
My turn. I said, "Mabs, truth or dare…aroo…?"
Mabs said, "Truth, grrr"
I said, "What number have you and Rollo gotten to, woooof?"
Mabs went extremely red, like a vampire fresh full of blood, which they are after they eat…
She said, "Well, squeeeeak, number 7."
The guys all look very confused but Ellen, Rosie, Jools, and I gathered around Mabs to hear the story of how it happened.
10:30pm
We're playing Snog or Be Snogged. Pretty much you either kiss someone, or the person who asks you gets to choose who you snog. But everyone seems to not want to imply that they like anyone else, so everyone has chosen be snogged.
We've all agreed that what happens at this Twilight party stays at this Twilight party.
I've had to snog Sven so far. It wouldn't have been so bad, but he had a bit of sausage left in his mouth, and now I'm chewing it.
Ellen had to snog Rollo. Her head almost fell off from dithering. She would get up, and then sit back down, and was mumbling "Should, I, or um, not, sort of, snogging, like a little, him?"
Dave said, "Rosie, Snog or Be Snogged?"
Rosie said, "Be snogged."
"Peter, snog Rosie."
I almost choked on my sausage.
Peter pretty much tackled Rosie in his attempt to snog her.
Once Rosie got out from under him, Ellen was already taking off her fake fur, and heading towards the door. We tried to get her to stay, but she went really red and stormed out, with Peter chasing after her.
Rosie said, "Erlack a pongoes, I'm covered in saliva."
I said, "Ooer."
Then Rosie biffed me over the head with a pillow.
We all broke out into a pillow fight; it involved a lot of howling, and growling.
20 minutes later
There are feathers and fur covering the entire room. And everyone is snogging.
Except for me and Dave the Laugh.
Because we don't do that anymore. My red bottom has been metaphorically chopped off and sent away for tests to figure out how a person's bum-oley could be so red when they are clearly not part monkey, or horse, whichever one had the red bottomosity going on.
2 minutes later
Snogging Dave the Laugh.
12:15am
I've said it before, and I will say it again, Dave the Laugh is a fabby snogger. Especially in the lip nibbling compartment. Or do I mean department? Oh I don't know I've gone all jelloidy knickers. He's still wearing his fangs, which makes the nip libbling even better…
2 minutes later
He backed up. What? Stop doing that backing up!
I looked at him, and started laughing like hyena at a hyena comedy club.
"What's so funny, Gee?"
"You got some beard…" But I started laughing even harder.
Dave had some of my beard stuck on his lip.
Loo
12:30am
As I've said before, I will be the last to know about anything that goes on. Even if it involves me.
Somehow Dave the Laugh and I have ended snogging in the loo.
We had planned a big sleepover here. Rollo, Dave the Laugh, Sven, and Edward are all supposed to be sleeping at one another house (i.e. Rosie's place.)
And Mabs and Jools also said they were staying over at Rosie's.
Tom went home to set up a welcome home party for Jas. Those two remind an old married forest couple.
1 minute later
Which they are.
10:15am
Woke up to find my head lying on Dave's chest. He's covered in fur, and I'm covered in fang bite marks.
Dave was already awake.
He said, "Fangs for the snog, sex kitty," and quickly got up and left the room.
That is even worse than the whole "see you later" situation. What happened last night?
Ugh!
I slowly got up, and walked down stairs. It smelled like eggs. Mabs and Edward were cooking brekkie for everyone. I was about to go into the kitchen when something fell on my head.
Rollo said, "Oh, hey Gee. Can you hand those to me?"
Why wasn't Rollo wearing his under crackers?
A/N Aww poor Ellen and Peter... What do you guys think is going on with Dave and Gee? And why was Rollo's under crackers hanging from a bat?
Tell me what you think!
Xoxo,
Tay