-Yo's Sweet Sixteen-

"Invitation ONLY! You have to get an invite from ME to come! Come around and see if you get an invite from me to my sweet sixteen party!,"Yo shouted, waving bright pink envolopes in the air. She stood on top of a table with Francine, the diva, and Nancy, the wannabe diva. It was lunch time and Victor and I watched as teens scrambled to get an invitation from Yo and her friends. I rolled my eyes, stabbing whatever this green stuff was on my tray.

"Ugh, I just HATE invite only parties,"I said,"They just make people feel bad if they don't get one."

"Well, that's not our problem if they dont get an invite,"Vic replied,"If their dorks, then they shouldn't be there!" I gave him a dirty look and turned my attention back to the growing crowd. Instantly, I spotted Fanboy, since he was soo tall, and Chum Chum was trailing behind him through the crowd. Vic stood up and turned to me. I crossed my arms.

"Are you really gonna go over there?,"I asked him. He chuckled.

"Duh Rima, I'm not a softy like you. I don't care about everyone else."

"Listen to what you just said." He shrugged and walked off. Jerk. I pushed my tray to the side and watched my clumsy friends finally get to Yo. Fanboy pulled at her skirt to grab her attention.

"What?,"I heard her yell. Fanboy smiled sweetly at her. I couldn't here what he was saying, but then the teens in the crowd began to laugh. I heard Vic say,"THIS DORK THINKS HE'S GOT A CHANCE!" Then Yo gave him the hand and handed Chum Chum a pink invite. Both boys walked away with their heads down. I ran over to Fanboy quickly.

"Hey Fan,"I frowned,"I kinda saw what happened. Forget her stupid party."

"But, I really wanted to go,"he sighed,"And Chum Chum got an invite!"

"I'm not going without you Fanboy!,"he shouted,"Plus, you know I don't like Yo anyways." Fanboy smiled at us.

"Aw, thanks guys,"he blushed. We smiled back at him. I felt someone tap my shoulder and turned around. It was Yo and her friends. She smiled at me, holding up an invite.

"Hey there, Rima,"she giggled,"You look just ADORABLE today! You even curled your hair!" I looked down at my clothes. A brown ruffled skirt, pale pink cardigan, over-the-knee socks and flats. My mother dress me today...

"Oh, thanks,"I sighed. She giggled again and held out an invite.

"Here, your invited to my sweet sixteen party next week! And look, it matches your outfit too!" I took the invite and looked down at it. Fanboy looked away from what was going on, obviously feeling bad. I shook my head.

"No, I'm not going,"I said, shoving the piece of paper back to her. Her friends gasped.

"Why not?,"she asked,"I really want you to come!"

"Cuz, Fanboy isn't invited,"I replied,"And I'm not a fan of invite only parties." I grabbed Chum Chum's hand and walked away as the final bell rang. Fanboy walked closely behind me, trying to keep in the giggles as we headed outside. Chum Chum smiled at me.

"Rima, that was really nice of you,"he said to me. Fanboy nodded.

"Yeah, thanks buddy!,"he added. I shrugged.

"Guys really, it was nothing." Standing at the bus stop, Kyle watched us approach him. I waved at him and he waved back, taking his hood down. Fanboy ran over to him.

"GUESS WHAT RIMA DID FOR ME?,"he shouted. Kyle narrowed his gaze at the hyper boy.

"Please, you don't need to shout. I'm standing right beside you Fanboy,"he mumbled.

"C'mon! Guess!"

"Did you not just hear what I said?,"Kyle groaned. I giggled.

"She said no to Yo! Just for me!" I nodded.

"Have you heard about Yo's sweet sixteen party?,"I asked Kyle. I turned away from me.

"Of course I have,"he answered,"The clones in this school have been talking about it all day. I wasn't invited, of course..."

"Why do you call them clones?,"Chum Chum asked. Kyle turned to him quickly.

"Because, they're all the same. The dress the same, talk the same, act the same. They're all idiots who are just trying to impress each other by playing a game of monkey see, monkey do! They don't have a mind of their own! Fools, all of them,"he growled. Amen. He couldn't have been more right about that. The bus screeched infront of us. Quickly, we took our usual seats in the back before anyone else could snag them. I noticed Yo and her friends board the bus and walk over to where we were sitting. Kyle turned to face the window. She held up two invites. The popularity status she had just glowed off of her, and it annoyed me.

"Okay, I decided to let Fanboy come to my party too,"she said to me. Fanboy squealed and snatched the invite from her finger tips."Now will you come to my party?" I shook my head again.

"No, I'm not coming,"I repeated. Her eyes grew.

"Why NOT?,"she asked again. I turned to Kyle.

"You didn't invite Kyle,"I replied. Kyle turned to me and shook his head.

"Oh gosh no,"he said to me,"That's not really my kind of environment. Go to her party. I don't want to." Yo smiled and held the invitation out to me. I looked up at her pleading face and shook my head again.

"I said NO!,"I shouted, causing unwanted attention to the back of the bus. Yo crossed her arms.

"Rima, he doesn't wanna go! So take the invite!"

"What about all the other students you rejected? How do you think they feel, Yo? I'd rather not, thank you." She pouted at me and pushed her way through her friends, quickly taking a seat in the front. Kids on the bus whispered to each other, most likely talking about me. I sighed and pulled my headphones out, handing Kyle one so we could try to drown out the talking. In the seat beside us, Fanboy and Chum Chum talked about their prepping plans for the party. I've never seen Fanboy that excited before.

"Do I look okay?"

"You look fine Fanboy."

"What about me? I brushed my hair this time. Can you tell?"

"You look cute as ever Chum Chum." The boys were scrambling around the Fanlair getting ready for Yo's party. Kyle sat on the couch reading while I helped the boys. Fanboy had already gone through six sweaters that all sported his icon and six different shades of purple masks that matched them.

"How 'bout this one?,"he asked. I sighed.

"I liked the other one better."

"Should I put moose in my hair?"

"No Chum Chum!" Kyle closed his book loudly and turned to face us.

"Will you keep it down for ONE minute?,"he shouted,"I'm reading."

"Sorry Kyle, but we really wanna make a good impression at this party,"Fanboy replied,"Maybe if Yo thinks I'm a cool guy, she'll invite me to future parties!" Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, who gives an elf about what Yo thinks? You don't even like her!,"he mumbled. Fanboy looked down at his clothes.

"I-I guess that's true,"he studdered. Kyle nodded.

"Going to this party will make you a clone Fanboy." The costumed boys stared at each other.

"Clones?,"they said in unison. Their eyes read horror. They hadn't realized that they were giving into Yo's popularity status the whole time, just as all the other teens in the school were. Fanboy sat on the floor and propped his head up with his hands.

"I can't believe it. I was about to be a clone. Me!,"he sighed. Chum Chum sat next to him.

"Hey, me too. We didn't realize it." I nodded at them.

"That's why I don't like those stupid parties,"I told them,"Think about all the kids who didn't get invited."

"Chris Chuggy didn't get an invite,"Fanboy said to me.

"Neither did Cheech! And I thought he would too,"Chum Chum added. I smiled at them.

"Guys, forget that party,"I said,"Why don't we call them up and see if they wanna come over and play. I have my ManArctica video game in my backpack!" They cheered and ran to the phone. I turned to Kyle, who had started reading again. I walked over to him and sat on the couch. "You care."

"What?"

"I knew you cared about those two. That was really nice of you." He looked at me and quickly turned away as a blush formed on his face.

"Leave me alone, Rima,"he giggled.