{ Bonnie }

"Hey Freddy, can you help me get the tables out of the attic?" Bonnie asked the brunette, who was checking things off of his list.

He looked up and stopped chewing on his pencil. "Oh, sure!" he said with a smile. The two walked up into the attack and looked around. In the corner were the two white fold-out tables.

Bonnie started moving the first one while Freddy grabbed the second. Carefully, she slid the table down the attic stairs, Freddy following closely behind. They dragged the tables into the living room. Foxy and Gold had already moved the chairs and couch into Freddy and Gold's room to make some more room. They unfolded the tables and put them into the corner.

Foxy brought in his huge water stereo and set it onto the tables. He plugged it in as Gold set down all his music CD's. Chica contributed a few of her own, as Gold's was only punk rock.

The food and soda was all set out in the kitchen and balloons were blown up and strewn about the rooms. The Wii U was set up to play Super Smash Bros U and Just Dance. Chica was hanging streamers up, smiling from ear to ear.

As a final touch, Bonnie covered all the windows so it was dark as night in the house. The lights were turned on and transparent and multicolored solo cups were placed over them, bathing the room in rainbow light.

The nine of them stood in the living room, admiring the decorations. Finally Gold walked over to the stereo and popped in The Best of My Chemical Romance. "Eyy!" He called loudly. "DJ Goldie Gold in the house! Let's get this party starteeeeed!"

A cheer erupted as Gold hit play. The multicolred water in the speakers danced around as "Famous Last Words" blasted.

Soon everyone was dancing, singing along, and having a good time. Bonnie noticed a few times the front door open and excited-looking teenagers and young adults came in. "Mind if we join?" One of the older ones asked Bonnie.

Bonnie looked over at Freddy, who had also noticed the newcomers. He smiled and nodded.

"The more the merrier," Bonnie smiled.

The teenagers, being teenagers, were into some of the same music as Gold. The girls, however, enjoyed pop music, so it constantly switched between pop and punk rock, and the occasional country song here and there.

As she was walking into the kitchen to get some pizza, Bonnie bumped into someone and nearly dropped her soda. She turned and saw a black-haired guy about her age. He wore a black T-shirt that said "Nirvana" on it with the Nirvana smiley face. He wore black skinny jeans and black sneakers, along with a cap sideways on his head. He seemed familiar, but Bonnie couldn't place it.

The guy's eyes widened. "No way! Bonnie?" He asked, smiling and chuckling. "I almost didn't recognize you! Your hair is blue now. I always remembered you with that dark purple or brown."

Bonnie smiled, a bit confused. "Sorry, I don't remember you, would you mind refreshing my memory?"

His jaw dropped and he put his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "How do you not remember ME? Fritz?"

Bonnie gasped. "No way! Fritz? Fritz Smith? You look so different!" She said. The last time she had seen him was in middle school. He was a bit of a geek back then, wore glasses, and had headgear. His glasses were absent now, but he had a glint in his eye that told Bonnie he had contacts. His headgear and graces were gone, and his teeth were sparkly white and straight.

If Bonnie wasn't already dating an adorable pirate cosplayer, she would have thought him super attractive.

The house was packed by now with teenagers. Bonnie couldn't even tell where her friends were half of the time. In the living room, the song ended and All About the Bass started.

"HELL YEAH, THIS IS MY JAM!" Freddy's voice yelled from the living room, followed by a burst of laughter from everyone in the room. Bonnie saw Freddy pull Chica onto the dance floor and start dancing.

Bonnie let out a laugh and turned back to Fritz, but he was gone. She caught sight of him with his hand against the wall, talking to some girl who was messing with the hem of her shirt, smiling flirtatiously. Bonnie chuckled, rolling her eyes, and walked to her room. She let out a gasp. Some guy was in there, messing with her guitar.

"Hey!" She growled, swiping the red electric guitar from him.

His eyes widened. He had short dyed purple hair that swept across his forehead in emo-hair bangs. His eyes were red, which told her he probably had colored contacts in. "Oh, sorry, is that yours?" he said lamely.

"Yes," she growled. She couldn't help it, her guitar was like her baby. She didn't even know the guy, he was just going through her stuff.

The teen held up his hands in defense. "Sorry, lady, I didn't know it was yours. You play?"

She nodded. The song In The End by Black Veil Brides came on. She grinned and held up a finger as a sign for him to wait. When the guitar solo started, she played along with it, not tripping once. When she finished she kept it around her neck.

The teen shook his head in disbelief. "Damn. You play good. I'm Ben."

"Bonnie," she told him, wiping off some of the dust that had collected on her guitar. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

Ben scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, I needed to hide from a girl. I have a really big crush on her and she showed up."

Bonie chucked. "A lot of people did. I didn't even know there were this many teenagers in the neighborhood."

Ben smiled. "Word gets 'round when there's good parties on the street."

Bonnie nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry for coming in here. I would have gone in another room, but the one to the left is taken by a tall redhead guy and some really attractive dirty blonde lady," Ben said as he got up to leave.

Redhead guy? Really attractive dirty blonde lady? Alone in a room?

Foxy, what the hell are you doing? Bonnie thought as she stormed out of the room, her pulse racing.