CHAPTER 5

Friday eventually came, the five of us sitting at our normal seats as we ate whatever crap that was given to us. "Jill, you wanna come with me to pick up Helena from the airport," Piers asks happily. "Piers, I can't," I tell him, "I'm going dress shopping for your party. Besides, wouldn't it be a little awkward. I'll meet her Monday." "Or over the weekend, you live next door remember?" I smile and nod. "Oh Valentine! About his party, you uh.. Do you uh..." "Spit it out Chris," I yell like I didn't know what he was asking. "Do you want to go to his party... As my date," he says nervously. "Of course," I hug him. "Told you Jill," Piers just had to rub it in my face that he was right. I knew he was right, I wanted him to be right, but I'd never tell him that because he'd never live it down. School went by pretty fast that day, Chris offered to drive me home and I accepted. "What color dress you looking for," he asked as we pulled into the driveway. "You want to come with me. We could get you an outfit too," I say excitedly. "Oh shit! I forgot he had a dress code," Chris remembered. "Did he tell you it," I ask. "No, he didn't tell you," he asks surprised. "No, he must've forgot. I'll ask him Monday and we'll go shopping after school," I tell him. "Sounds like a plan," he smiles to me.

"Uh... Do you want to come in," I ask nervously. "Your parents home," he asks. "No, they're gone for the weekend," I tell him. "They trust YOU alone with the house," he laughs, "I wouldn't!" "You coming in or not," I yell. "Fine, I guess so," he says in fake defeat. We both get out of the car and walk to the front door. I take out my keys and slowly unlock the door. We step in Chris taking a look around, even though he'd been here before. "So, are we... Official," he asked, "Or is it just the party?" He look a little nervous. "I'd say official," I smile. "Would you now," he moves in closer. "I would," I saw before our lips touch. My first kiss with a guy and its great. I pull back, "I never kissed a guy before," I say smiling. "Me either," he says wearing a stupid grin. "Shut up," I laugh with him. "I really like you Jill," he smiles at me. "I like you too," I return the smile. I grab his hand and bring him over to the couch. We sit down and I turn on the T.V. Luckily, Nightmare on Elm Street is on, which keeps us both busy for the rest of the night. "You uh... Want to stay over," I ask. "Sure," he answers nervously. "I'm not saying we're going to have sex, you're just staying over. You know that right," I ask. "I understand Valentine," he smiles. We begin to make dinner, because we were both freaking hungry. I made the pasta because that's all I really knew how to make. Chris made two steaks I had in my freezer. We eat and laugh and talk about several things we'd heard about at school or about people from school. "What are we going to do about Jessica," I ask. "Forest has it covered," Chris said through the chewed up bits of steak in his mouth. "Can I know the plan," I ask. "Its a secret, you'll see," he smiles sneakily. I like it.

"Alright, I'm ready for bed," Chris announces later in the night. "You sure," I ask waving a bottle of vodka I grabbed from the bar seconds earlier. "Okay maybe a little longer," he grabs the bottle and takes a swig. "Wow, this is good," he says shaking his head. I laugh and take the bottle, having a drink as well. "Ugh," I yell, "It stings!" He laughs, "That's what its suppose to do! Haven't you drank before?" "Wine sure! But not hard liquor," I frown. "Keep drinking," he takes a sip from the bottle, "You'll get used to it!" We drink the whole bottle, Chris drank more than me, but I'm not the strongest drinker so we're about the same level of drunk. He looks over to me, "How you doing Valentine?" "What? Oh! Drunk," I smile. "Hey, who am I," he asked, "I'm Piers.. I walk around with a scarf and think I'm so cool!" "I don't know," I ask confused. "I'm Piers silly," he punches me in the arm. "Ow," I cry out over exaggerating. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry," he looked really scared. "Its okay, I'm fine," I jump up. "Haha... You scared me," he said stupidly. I look over to the clock, 12:10. "Oh god its 10:10," I scream. "No it isn't," he said. "Its twelve ten," he corrects me. "Oh," I sigh,"Hey! Let's call Piers!" "Okay," Chris said excitedly. I pulled out my phone, which took longer than it should have and found Piers' contact.

"Jill its late, why are you calling me," he asks. "Um... Don't be mad," I tell him. "Why would I be mad," he asks suspiciously. "Chris and I finished a bottle of vodka" I whisper as if someone was listening in. "Wait, he's over now," Piers yelled. "Yes," I sigh, "I'm a little scared." "Why," he asked, "Did Chris do something?" "No, of course not! Being drunk is just kinda scary, but its really fun!" "I'll be over in a few minutes," he hangs up. "Party with Piers," I yell to Chris, who was dancing by the radio that wasn't playing any music. The doorbell rings and I swing the door open violently. "Piersy," I yell as I pull him into a bear hug. Chris looks on in the distance and then ran over and picked up the two of us in a huge hug. Both, Piers and I were lifted off the ground. "I love you guys so much," he cried as tears formed in his eyes. "Okay, you two are clearly drunk," Piers said shaking his head in disapproval. "We know. I called you and told you that," I said, "Where's the..." Everything went black, I wake up in my bed. "Huh," I scratch my head. "Oh, you're up," Piers sits up from a sleeping bag on the floor, Chris was next to him in a separate sleeping bag. Chris sits up, he seems to be in pain as he grabs his head. "Well since you two idiots are awake and not drunk, I'm going home. Helena doesn't even know I'm gone," Piers says annoyed. "Thanks for taking care of us Piers," I smile. He shakes his head, "You're both retarded!" He storms out of the house, Chris and I stare at eachother for a while. "You okay," I ask him. "Yeah, head isn't too bad. Ew... My pants are wet," he says. "Don't even want to know why," I tell him.

"You have any extra clothes," he asked. "Not men's clothes," I tell him. "What about your dad," he asks. I shrug and we go into my parents room. Chris digs through my dad's dresser, but sighs. "He has shirts, but no pants," he said. "They must've taken them all with them," I say. "Who takes all their clothes on a trip," he asks. "Well, my dad doesn't own many pairs of pants," I smile. "Guess I'm wearing your clothes Jill," he smiles. "Oh god," is all I say before we're digging through my clothes.

"Here," I throw him a white tank-top and a thong. "You expect me to wear this," he stretched out the thong. "Either that or go commando in my shorts," I throw him a pair of jean shorts that would reach my knee. "I really don't want to wear these," he gave my puppy dog eyes. "Well, you aren't ripping a pair of my jeans with that monstrous butt of yours! You could always wear your piss filled clothes," I suggest. "I hate you," he squinted his eyes towards me. I shrug and leave the room as he changes, I can't wait to see this! "Okay, I'm done," he calls. I go back into the room. He's standing there awkwardly, "Nothing fits." I laugh away as I see the tank-top hanging just above his belly button, and the shorts reaching his mid-thigh. "Are you wearing the thong too," I continue laughing. "Yes," he mumbled embarrassed. That just makes my laughter continue, louder than before. He turns around, the pants hugging his ass nicely. Well at least it looked nice, it was probably uncomfortable as fuck! I quickly grab my phone and snap a picture of his backside, he turns around after hearing the noise and I snap a picture of him again. "NO! Who the hell are you sending that to," he walked closer. "No one," I smile sneakily. "Don't lie to me Jill," he threatened. "I love you," I plant a kiss on his cheek.

I walk down the stairs and Chris runs after me. "Who did you send it to," he asked again. I put the phone away. "Piers," I laugh. "Oh god," he covered his face. "What? You look so cute! Like a male stripper," I mock him. "Why do you do this to me," he asked. I laughed, "I didn't piss your pants!" He loses all emotion and opens the door, "I just got to make it to my car!" "Hey there Chris," I hear Piers yell. "God dammit," Chris yells and I run behind him after locking my door. "Take it all in Piers," I yell up to him. "You guys are such assholes," Chris mumbles. "I love you babe," I smile. He gets into his car and I run into the passenger seat. Piers is still watching from his window. My phone vibrates and Piers goes back inside. "See you around Chris," I walk down the pathway.

Nothing else happened that weekend, but then Monday came, like every week before it. "I missed you," someone runs up behind me and puts their arm around my neck. I have a good feeling it's Chris, so I look just to make sure and it is. "Missed you too," I smile up at him. He kisses my forehead and I notice a bunch of kids staring. I blush as we continue down the hall. I reach my locker and Chris goes into his. "Hey guys," I hear Piers' friendly voice. "Hey Piers," I turn to see him with his arm around a girl. "You must be Helena," I smile. "Yeah, Jill? Piers' told me so much about you," she says excitedly. "Has he," I smile towards him, "Well welcome to Raccoon City, for as long as you'll be here!" She smiles, "Thanks!" "Chris," Piers calls, "What happened to your sexy outfit you had on Saturday?" "Talk about that ever again and I'll kill you," Chris raises a fist. "Chris," I interrupt, "Be nice! His friends with him... You can kill him next week." Chris flares his nostrils as Piers introduces him to Helena. "Nice to meet you," they shake hands. "So you're the captain of the football team," she asks. "Yeah, what about it," Chris asks. "Nothing... Just thought you'd be too call to hang out with a loser like Piers," she teases. "Yeah... He is pretty lame," Chris smiles. Piers just flares his nostrils at them. "Don't worry, I'll be lame with you," I put my arm around Piers' neck. "Ew, why would I want that," he steps away. "How are we friends," I ask aloud. All the others laugh.

"Did you get your schedule yet," I ask Helena. "Yeah, I have Geometry," she sighs. "Well, you're only here for a week, you're lucky," I pat her on the back. "See you at lunch Helena," Piers waves her off. "We have trig," I tell him. "I know," Piers crouches to get his stuff out of his locker. "Does she know," Chris asks. "That I have trig? I don't think so," he says stupidly. "I think Chris meant, does she know you're gay," I cross my arms. "Oh," he sighs, "Yeah. I told her Friday, before you two assholes needed me to watch over you!" "Thanks for that by the way," I rest my hand on his shoulder. "No problem," he smiles, "But you two are retarded!" Chris and I both laugh. "Come on, let's get to class," I smile. Chris puts his arm out and I slip my arm through the opening between his torso and his arm. The three of us walking to class together. "So, was she surprised," I asked him. "No, she had hints... Like Chris did. Mainly the fact I never told her of any crushes I had on any girls, because I never had one." "Well, at least she's still your friend," Chris pats his head. "I hate when you do that," Piers says. "I know," Chris does it again.

We get to class and Ms. Chang is just getting ready. We take our seats, I notice Rebecca looks very excited. "Hey Jill! Are you going to Piers' party," she asks as the lesson starts. "Uh yeah... Why," I ask. "Well, Billy Coen asked me to go out with him that night and I don't know what to do," she sighed, "I'm so conflicted!" "Do you like Billy," I ask. "Yeah! A lot! But Piers is my friend," she looks worried. "Piers'll understand," I reassure her. "Thanks Jill... I'll tell him," she sighed. Billy Coen, wasn't he the weird kid that hung out by himself all the time? I wouldn't judge him, just he didn't seem like Rebecca's type. Lunch rolled around, Piers and Helena sat with us. "So Helena, you got a boyfriend," Richard asked. "Well... No," she sighed. "Do you want one," he moved closer. "Yeah, but not you," she said sweetly, as if that made her words any less vicious. "Okay, so what's the dress code. I need to buy clothes for the party," I smile. "Don't you have a dress," Chris asked. "I have many dresses, but I've worn them before, people will think I'm dirty," I tell him. "Girls are so much work," he says. I laugh before Helena answers the initial question.

"Well, I was thinking girls wear short shorts and tank tops," Helena said. "I like where this is going," Forest cut in. "And guys are in only shorts," she ignored Forest, who now looked disturbed. "Only shorts? What kind of party is this," Forest asked. "It's a rave party," Helena sighed as if he was an uneducated child, which believe me he was. "Are your parents going to be there? That'd be really awkward," I said. "No, they want it to be my night alone with my 'friends'," he uses finger quotes. I can't help but let out a small giggle, I don't know why, but I just had to. "So is that really the dress code? Cause then I don't need to go shopping," I smile excitedly. "Yeah, I guess so," Piers smiled. "Yes," I yell with excitement. "Calm down Jill! You almost hit me in the face," Chris yelled. "Sorry," I give him a kiss on his chin. "Ew, who kisses there," Forest asked. "Shut up Forest," I punch him in his arm.