Hey guys, sorry for not updating... The exams just ended I dunno how many weeks ago, and I still had stuff to do. My mom found a rat's dead body in my sister's room.
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Eddie's POV

It was just plain awkward seeing it. Jerome and Mara stopped in front of us and me and Patricia froze in place. Patricia and Mara's eyes were as wide as dinner plates and my jaw dropped while Jerome stared in shock, from me to the cause of all this; a banner tied to two trees. What might be so special and shocking about a banner, you ask? It wasn't the banner that shocked us. It's the writing on it. I mean, we have nothing against banners. They're perfectly fine. But this one, is the key to the terror which is Patricia. I turned my head slowly towards Patricia to see her practically boring holes through the banner with her eyes. If looks could kill, that banner would be in flames. And person who made it, would already be six feet under by now.

Jerome's eyes flickered to under the tree the banner was tied to. I looked in it's direction when my eye caught someone moving there. The so called someone waved energetically at us. Patricia adverted her gaze towards the girl that was waving, ending her little glare fest at the innocent banner. You're probably still wondering what's on the banner.

There was a huge writing of "EDDIE, GO TO PROM WITH ME? ~JC" Who dafuq is JC? Does she even go to school here? Though her 'name' does sound familiar... I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a familiar squeal. I looked at Patricia again to find her glaring at the source of the squeal, who I'm beginning to think is the so called 'JC'.

"EDDIE!" She squealed, skipping towards us. I mean, what kind of person skips instead of walking? Patricia nudged me and whispered,

"You know her?"

"I don't know.. She looks familiar though..." I whipered back and shrugged. She nodded and turned her attention back at the skipping blonde who finally reached us.

"Hey Eddie!" She squealed again. What is it with her and squealing? God, she was worse than Amber. And that's saying something there. She reached out and hugged me. Dafuq? I patted her back awkwardly. Patricia raised her eyebrows and glared at the girl. I shrugged in response. The girl let go of me and grinned.

"Remember me?" She asked excitedly. I shook my head slowly.

"Nope... Not really.." I replied.

"JC?" She asked.

"Nope."

"Jenny?"

"Nope, nothing."

"Jennifer?"

"Still nothing." She sighed in frustration.

"Carroway!"

"Carroway? Carroway... Hmph, Carroway.. Carroway!" I said. It's- oh... Makes sense now.

"Yes, Carroway!"

"Wait, Carroway?"

"Yes, Eddie. Carroway. Jennifer Carroway. Ring a bell?"

"Oh.. Hey." I said finally. She gave me the 'you gotta be kidding me' look and I shrugged.

"Okay! I'm lost." Jerome said, "Honestly, who or what are you talking about?"

"Well, Jerome... This is Jennifer Carroway; Jenny."

"Who?" Mara asked dumbly. Wow, and I thought she's the smart one.

"Jenny here, is my old friend from back in America." I said. Patricia nudged me and I gave her the 'what?' look. She just looked at me. Then I realized it.

"Oh yeah.. Jenny, this is Mara, Jerome and Patricia. Mara, Jerome and Patricia, this is Jenny. There. Introduction's done." I said. And we all just stood there awkwardly. Jenny grinning, Patricia glaring, Mara looking back and forth between me, Patricia and Jenny, Jerome looking at his shoes as if it was the most interesting thing in the worl and me just standing there, thinking. What would happen between Jenny and Patricia. It's either bestest friend in the world, or World War 3. I'd hope for the first, but knowing them both, the latter seemed to make more sense.

I was once again snapped out of my thoughts by a... burp? All our heads turned towards the source. It was neither of us. Instead, it was Alfie. How e got here, no one will ever know. We all stared at him.

"What? I burp when it gets awkward.." He said, shrugging. Mara shook her head, Patricia just standing there, Jenny looking at Alfie blankly, Jerome grinning and me chuckling.

"How did you get here?" I asked Alfie.

"Magic.." He said, while wiggling his fingers and laughing weirdly. We all took one step back away from him.

"And who is this?" He asked Jenny.

"Jennifer Carroway. Call me-"

"Maybe! Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy. But here's my number! So call me maybe!" Alfie started singing. Jerome sighed and clamped his hand over Alfie's mouth while Jenny was giggling.

"Anyways, what should I call you?" Alfie asked, Jerome's hand still over his mouth.

"Jenny." She said, still giggling.

"So, guys. Trudy told me to call you guys. What's been taking so long? Huh?" He asked.

"Well, Alfie... We just met Jenny over here, a few minutes ago. That's what." Jerome replied.

"Then hurry up!" Alfie said.

"Alfie... How much sugar did you eat?" Patricia asked.

"There was completely no sugar involved." Alfie replied.

"Alright.. How much Mountain Dew?" She asked again. Alfie's been hooked on Mountain Dew since I don't how many weeks ago.

"Umm... Five..." He mumbled.

"What was that?" She asked again.

"Five cans..." He replied. Five?! This can't end up well. The most he's ever drank was 3. And that didn end up pretty either. He broke a vase, and let's just say Victor found a wooden floorboard belonging to the stairs in his office with a broken window, and he wasn't very happy about it. It was toilet duty for Alfie for like two or three weeks.

We left like five minutes after that, forgetting all about the Jenny prom thing. I hope. The sight we came home to was definitely not what we expected. Nope, not at all. Mountain Dew cans were scattered all around the room. Joy was drinking a can on the sofa with her feet holding her phone, how she did that I don't know, Amber was giggling madly while holding another can, she was dangling upside down from the kitchen counter, Nina was pouring Mountain Dew on a pillow, Mick was biting into an empty can of Mountain Dew, Fabian however, was drenched in Mountain Dew laying down on the dining table laughing.

Trudy was also, somehow under the effect of Mountain Dew overload. She was pouring Mountain Dew on a frying pan and cooking it. While Victor, he was nowhere to be found. That is, unttil he came down the stairs with... a can of Mountain Dew.

So, what do you think? Why is it that I like making people loopy? Anyways, I've got a question for you guys. How old do you think I am? And why? The one with the closest guess will get a shoutout. Farewell!
~A2122