Saturday Night

Chapter 2

We got every girl in school in the deep end of the pool
If you wanna take a dip bring your trunks
When we start to dim the lights
Gotta find a girl you like
And you better hope she's already drunk
If somebodys feelin sick
Get them in the garden quick
Cos we dont want them to spoil all the fun
You know that everybody wants to party on a saturday night

"Hey! I need some chips over here!"

Why don't you get it yourself you muffin?

"Got it." I replied, taking the empty bowl from some random guy's hands.

"Could I get a soda in the next twenty minutes?"

Only if you're not going to be sarcastic about it.

"Coming." I huffed, nodding at him as I continued to shove through all of the bodies to get to the kitchen.

"Dude, I spilled some stuff on the carpet over there, could you get it for me?"

Sure, I've only got a hundred more things to do right now.

"Not a problem."

I gritted my teeth in annoyance as I stormed into the kitchen, slamming an empty bowl onto the counter. Dougie, who was sitting at the counter, looked up as I walked in.

"What are you doing, Tom?" he asked curiously.

"At the moment, I'm imagining many ways to kill Danny without any of the rest of us being blamed for it." I replied as I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a soda from inside, slamming it so hard that the stacks of cups on top, rocked back and forth. I gripped the soda in my hand, crushing it a little bit. "Especially because he was the one that told me that this wasn't going to get out of hand."

"Actually, to be precise," Dougie spoke up as I grabbed a bag of chips and dumped it into the bowl, not caring that it overflowed. "You asked him to promise you that it would be over before dad got home."

I stared at my youngest brother as he reached out and grabbed a handful of chips. He looked back at him, his blue eyes wide with innocence and sparkling with amusement. I could see the corners of his lips turning up at the start of a smile. Usually he was quiet and didn't show up a lot at social things, but considering its at our house, I'm guessing that he was too busy enjoying the fact that we could possibly get busted to stay in his room.

Dougie's a cool little kid; I just wish that he was more outgoing with other people, like he is with the three of us. Unfortunately, Danny sees it as his priority to make Dougie like him, and not to diss Danny, but he can be a big idiot at times.

Especially at times like this.

"So why is it that you don't open your mouth most of the time, unless it's to annoy me or our brothers?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dougie grinned.

"Because it's fun to annoy you guys."

"Don't you mean funny?"

"Both, then."

"Sod off."

Dougie laughed and we froze when we heard the sound of something breaking. I looked over at Dougie and if it was possible, his eyes had grown two sizes bigger. Grabbing the bowl and the soda, I ran out of the kitchen and towards the source of the noise. I shoved the soda into the guy's hand and tossed the bowl onto the table and ran into the living room. We said that the party was going to stay in the den, but apparently Danny's 'friends' decided not to listen to us and to take free reign of the house.

They were everywhere. And me, being the constant worrier, knew that something bad had happened. When I saw Harry, Danny, and some girl standing next to dad's once non-broken vase, my suspicions were confirmed.

"Oh my god, Dad's going to kill me." I gasped, holding a hand over my heart. "I think I'm going to have a heart attack."

"You worry too much, Tom." Dougie said as he stooped down and began to pick up the broken pieces. "We can just say that we've sent out the vase to get cleaned and replace it before dad notices."

"Are you sure that's going to work?" I asked anxiously. Harry shrugged.

"Why not? I mean, we did that with your Back to the Future Box set." He replied.

"You did what?!" I demanded sharply.

"Dan's idea." Harry replied and darted off into the crowd of people that were in the living room, shoving them out of the way. I turned and glared at Danny, but he wasn't paying attention to me, he was too busy whispering in the girl's ear and she was giggling like mad.

"C'mon love, I'll show you the pool." He said and started to lead her away. I noticed the open bottle of beer in her hand and pulled it away as she passed by me, turning to Dougie. "Who brought beer?"

Dougie shrugged, being ever so helpful. "I don't know. I saw it come up about a half hour ago."

"And you didn't try and stop them from bringing it in here?!" I shrieked, grabbing onto Dougie's shoulders and started to shake him violently. His head rocked around and when I let go, his eyes were rolling around in his head.

"I'm not the one that wanted to have the party in the first place." He pointed out with a raised eyebrow and then his gaze went by me and I turned my head, locking in on a fit blonde. I turned back to Dougie and saw that he was smirking.

"Not you too."

"Catch ya later, Tom."

I let out a growl of frustration as Dougie pushed by me and went off to chat up that girl. I started to go around the party, taking beers and cigarettes out of people's hands. After successfully grabbing onto someone's cigarette, I started to walk away, thinking that it would slip into my fingers, but my arm continued to extend until I was pulled back again.

"Yikes!" I cried when I felt my back hit something hard. Slowly, I turned my head around and saw a very large, and when I say large I mean muscular, guy, glaring at me, his hand tightened on my arm. "Oh bollocks." I whispered.

"What did you call me?" the guy demanded.

"Nothing!" I replied, quickly, taking a step back, holding my hands up defensively. The guy grunted and placed the cigarette back in his mouth, his large muscles rolling. "I was just curious though, who invited you? Do you even know who's having this party?"

"Hell no! I just came because there's a party, and when there's a party there's free beer and free smokes." He replied and motioned to the beer bottle that was in his other hand.

"Right, uh," I coughed thickly and gave a winning smile. "Well, alcohol isn't actually allowed at this party so if you don't mind, I'll just be taking that."

"Do you want to lose that arm, little man?" the guy asked. I gulped.

"No, no, I'm fine with my arm, carry on." I replied and took three quick steps back before hurrying outside. I groaned, realizing that I just couldn't win in tonight. Not at all. I looked around and saw Harry was chatting up some girl, Dougie was sitting at the edge of the pool, looking kind of sulkily, apparently that girl that he saw didn't like him much, and Danny was standing in the corner of the pool, making out with the girl I saw earlier.

I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't move an inch and continued to kiss the girl. I cleared my throat and he gave me the finger. Finally, I grabbed Danny by the hair and dragged him out of the pool.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" he cried as I pulled him away from the pool and then let go. "What did you do that for, Tom? I'm not Dougie!" he whined, rubbing his head.

"No, but you're going to be dead if you don't get everybody out of here!" I snapped in reply.

"What are you on about?"

"Do you know how many people are here?"

Danny scanned the yard and the house and turned back to me, his arms across his chest, the look on his face tipped me off to the fact that he didn't think anything was wrong. "Over a hundred I reckon."

"Right, and did you invite a hundred people?" I demanded. "Oh and did you say that they could smoke cigarettes and drink beer?"

"No, but who cares? It's just a party dude, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" We turned towards the house at the sound of something breaking by the pool and guys laughing. Danny winced as he turned back to me. "I can see how this is a problem."

"This party is getting out of control!" I snapped. "Stop it now!"

"Ok, I'll try." Danny nodded in reply.

"Ugh, I don't feel so good." Some girl who was walking by us said and dry heaved. Danny jumped up and grabbed the girl by the hand.

"The garden, get in the garden, don't puke here!" he cried as he pulled her away as fast as he could. I walked over to Dougie and lifted him up by the back of the shirt.

"Dude, we have to get everybody out of here, now!" I said urgently. Dougie took a sip of his soda and looked at him as if he was trying not to laugh.

"You should have thought of that earlier before someone broke your guitar."

I'm going to kill that kid.