Saturday Night

Chapter 3

We're wakin everyone asleep
When we start the party in the street
We want the neighbours to complain
Cos our music's drivin them insane

"What do you want us to do, Tom?" I asked as I brushed my hair out of my eyes. The four of us were standing in the closet by our front door, using this few minutes to get our act back together and try to figure out how to start cleaning the house. I knew that it was a bad idea to have this party, but does anyone ever listen to me?

Me, being the youngest?

No.

They don't.

And that's how I always get in trouble, especially for things that I have never done.

"Ok, Dougie, you and Danny are going to get everybody out of the house, Harry and I will start cleaning." Tom replied.

"Ugh, why do I have to help you clean?" Harry groaned. "Make Danny do it, he was the one that had this idea in the first place."

"Hey!" Danny cried in shock, hating the fact that Harry was ratting him out.

"That's a good point, but you were the one that was the first one to jump at the idea," Tom pointed out. "So, Danny is the one that is going to do the most of trying to get everyone out of here, considering it was Dougie that thought this was a bad idea in the first place."

YES!

Sweet victory!

"Ok," I replied with a grin and moved behind Danny and started to shove him back inside. "Let's go Dan; you've got some people to kick out of here."

"Fine, fine, don't bust a blood vessel from happiness." Danny muttered in reply, rolling his eyes. We walked back into the party and I resisted the urge to scream like a little girl.

Yes, I was going to scream like a little girl. You would too if you saw what mess everybody made. The TV and couches had been pushed against the wall to create more room for dancing. There were some idiots in the corner of the room, drinking beer, and throwing a ceramic elephant around. Dad got that from Uganda when we went there for Comic Relief. Some people were making out, and I'm pretty sure that they were going to go past that stage in a few minutes. There were some people smoking cigarettes. And all the while this was going on; they have broken, or were breaking everything in sight.

Plus, the music was on so loud that the floor was shaking.

"I think I'm going to have a heart attack." I gasped, holding a hand to my chest and breathing deeply.

"Nah, you're just hungry, take this." Danny, who I'm surprised to have heard me, said as he shoved a chip bowl into my hand.

"Oh! Thanks!" I replied and took the bowl, munching happily. Danny rolled his eyes and all of a sudden, he turned his head and shoved his way through the large crowds of people. I noticed that there were a group of girls and guys grinding on top of the table and walked over to them. "OI! GET OFF OF THERE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Piss off, mate," one of the guys replied and inhaled deeply from a cigarette before blowing it back in my face. I coughed as I turned my head away. Just as I did, I heard a loud creaking sound, then a crack, then screams. Turning around, I saw that the table had broken and all of the people that were on top of it had fallen to the ground. "Bloody hell!"

"That's what I was about to say." I grumbled as they all got off and moved to other parts of the room. I saw that it wasn't caved it, it was just the legs that had broken, I could probably fix that.

I looked around, seeing if Danny had kicked anyone out, and saw that he was on the phone, one finger in his ear, and a pained expression on his face. I headed over to him and stood next to him, listening as he shouted into the phone.

"WHAT? OH, I'M SORRY ABOUT THE NOISE! WE'RE JUST HAVING A LITTLE PARTY! WELL, KIND OF A BIG ONE! WE'RE SORRY THAT WE'RE BOTHERING YOU! ITS GOING TO BE SHUT DOWN SOON…NO, DON'T CALL THE POLICE! WE'LL HANDLE IT! OK! OK, BYE!" He shouted and then hung up the phone.

"Who was it?" I screamed.

"Just some neighbors!" he screamed back. "That was the third time that they called apparently. The first time no one answered, and the second time some guy, who was drunk by the way, answered and started to, ahem, try and have phone sex with her."

"Who's her?" I asked curiously.

"Mrs. Thompson." He replied and grinned. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"You mean the 60 year old lady that lives down the street?" he nodded and I laughed harder. "Worst part is, that's probably the most she's gotten in years."

"Don't be gross, Dougie."

"Just stating a fact."

Yeah, I usually just say whatever pops into my mind as soon as I think of it, needless to say, I get in a lot of trouble by doing that. I get ground a lot too. Probably the most out of all four of us. That just happens when you're the youngest, it's cool sometimes, but other times, when I'm being bossed around, it's a total drag.

"Ok, we have to get everybody out of here." I said, turning around and placing my hands on my hips as I surveyed the scene. People were streaming out from upstairs, from the basement, and from the backyard. Going in and out of the main dancing room.

I was too scared to even think about what was going on in our bedrooms and would probably be too traumatized to go back in there tonight.

"What's your plan?" Danny asked me.

"Excuse me, this was your idea, you should be the one that has a plan." I snapped in reply. "Well, how about we get rid of the smokes and the beer first, that way, we don't have to worry about it in case the police come."

"Right" Danny replied and started to go around, taking cigarettes from people's hands.

"Hey, you can't drink here." I said to a guy and pulled it from his hand.

"You better back off my beer mate," he replied and then raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you a little young to be here?"

"It's my house!" I shouted in reply, taking the beer back. All of a sudden I felt an explosion of pain in my right eye, and cried out, slapping my free hand over it.

"Told you not to mess with my beer," he replied and walked away.

"Ok, that's not going to work." I muttered in reply. All of a sudden the music shut off and people started to scream as they streamed out of the house.

"What's going on?" Tom cried as he and Harry appeared at my side.

"I have no idea." I replied, still holding onto my eye. I pulled it away and realized that it had completely swollen shut.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked, grabbing my chin and turning my head towards the light.

"Some guy punched me in the face, when I tried to get him to lose the beer." I replied. "Apparently when you're drunk, you get a lot of power. Because this guy was a nerd." Tom and Harry laughed as Danny walked back over to us, breathing heavily. "Where did you go? And why did everybody run out of here like it was the plague?"

"I ran outside and called the house with my cell phone, saying that the police were coming." He explained.

"Nice thinking, Danny." Tom said as he slapped him on the shoulder. "Right, let's get this place cleaned up then."

Harry, Danny, and I nodded and grabbed the trash bags that Tom passed out and started to clean up the living room. We were twenty minutes into cleaning when I heard the front door open again.

"What do you want?" I called loudly, not bothering to look up.

"OH MY GOD!"

Harry, Tom, Danny, and I stood up, dropping out bags at the same time as we turned to face the front door.

"Dad?" we gasped in unison.