(BUTCH's POV)

"I'm telling you, it's gonna be awesome!"

"I don't think I'm the partying type, Boom."

"Look at me, Butch. You're gonna be fine! You look cooler than most people. Plus, you're super strong! Who wouldn't want you at the party?!"

"I dunno man. Isn't it gonna be all crowded and shit? Doesn't sound like my cup of tea."

"All you gotta do is chill. You'll see! Grab a drink, get some digits, and have some fun!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You better be right about this or you're dead."

"When am I not right?"

"Boomer…"

"…Sorry."

The party was tonight and I'd be lying if I said that I was excited about it. If anything, I was nervous. Boomer said I could make my move on Pinky tonight. Unfortunately, I don't know how I'm supposed to do that. I mean, she probably hung with the preppy crowd that was made up of nothing but snobs. I'd stick out WAY too much for my own liking.

"Dude, I don't think I can do this," I muttered.

"What?! Sure you can! All you've gotta do is go up to her and ask if she wants to dance. Simple!"

"Boomer! I can't dance!"

He chuckled. "So? Neither can I. That doesn't mean we can't fake it!"

"You want me to stand in front of her and flail my arms around with a smile on my face?"

He chuckled. "That'd be pretty funny but, no. All you gotta do is hold her in your arms and look her in the eyes with some of that classic Butch charisma."

"What charisma? I'm not the romantic type!"

"Ah, you know…Hit her with the elite "W" rizz." He shrugged.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"…W?"

I glared. "NO! Rizz! What the hell is a rizz?!"

He started sweating nervously. "I uh…It's like…Uh, y'know…like a…"

"BOOMER!"

"I don't know! It's what my club buddies say! I think it's like having…game?"

"This shit makes no sense." I sighed.

He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't sweat the details, bro. Just be cool! I'm telling you, man, I hang with a lot of people. I was once a cute little caterpillar. THEN, I sprouted my pretty little wings and became a social butterfly!"

Now my head hurts. "Please stop talking."

"I'm sorry. What I'm trying to say is that I know people. People talk about you. ALL GOOD THINGS, for the most part. The ladies think you're the mysterious, hot bad boy of the trio and EVERY sports team at school wants to recruit you! You could be SUPER popular if you wanted to."

I shook my head. "I don't care about meaningless shit like that. I just want Pinky to freaking like me."

I noticed his subtle yet evident expression. It seemed like disappointment, but I wasn't too sure of why.

"My point is that you could hit up any chick that wants you. This being like eighty percent of the school. There are some cool girls here, dude. That's not even including the other two Puffs."

I gave him a harsh look. "You mean the petty lunch thief and the Wicked Witch of the East? Not happening…"

"Whaaaaaaat?! C'mon dude, they're both TOTALLY hot! Bubbles is adorable and I see you sneaking glances at BC!"

My glare deepened. "No, the hell I don't you jackass! Quit making shit up or I'll break your skull open!"

"Relax! Why so sensitive? All I'm saying is that you got options."

"Yeah? Well, that ain't the way I see it."

"Hey man…I can do the honors of being your temporary wingman tonight."

I raised a brow. "What do you know about being a wingman?"

"Enough to get Terry a date!" He huffed proudly.

"Who?"

"Not important. The point is, I can help shift you and Blossom closer to one another. This way you can do your thing and make a move."

I glared at him once more. "I still don't know what to say to her. Plus, what if she's in a group? What then?"

"If she's in a group then you're screwed. Either way, your goal for the night is to ask her out. Bonus points if you dance with her. GOT IT?!"

"…I think so."

He nodded. "Good! Now get out. I gotta change my fit. I'm thinking laid-back gamer bro…Then again, my cool guy shades complete my deep, lyricist drip."

With a roll of my eyes. I shut the door behind me and paced around the living room for a bit.

My mind went wild with the countless outcomes. Two of which ended up ringing in my head on repeat.

She likes me back and agrees to go on a date. WOOHOO!

…Or she rejects me in front of a vast majority of our classmates and I lay on a train track by the end of the night. PAIN!

Man, I'm so screwed!

~4 HOURS LATER~

Well, it was almost time for the party. My stomach felt like a roller coaster going Mach ten. I fought countless battles in my life. The Puffs, aliens, demons, and monsters. None of them shook me as much as a large social gathering filled with humans.

I didn't want to overdress so I kept the outfit simple. A dark green flannel, black jeans, and matching green Converse sneakers. I felt a little bit better but the pit in my gut grew larger by the second.

Boomer walked towards me with a few items in his hands.

"What's all that?" I asked.

"Well, I figure we should pregame before the party. You know…Make sure everything is in order."

"Go on…"

"First things first! Shove these in your mouth." He said casually.

I glared at the three pills in his hand. "The fuck is that?"

He chuckled. "Breath mints, bro. Eat them and then get two hits of the breath spray."

I did as he asked, nearly choking on the strength of the minty freshness.

Cough*

Cough*

"...What next?"

He slipped two packs of gum into my pants pocket. "One pack for you to keep your mouth kissable…Another to offer someone. In case you need to break the ice. BOTH are bubble-fruit flavored! It's the king of all flavors."

I shrugged. "If you say so."

"Put this chapstick on and spray some of this New Spice body spray under your pits."

I nodded and did as I was told. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, take these." He said as he handed me a box. I couldn't suppress my growing blush.

"Dude! Why the fuck would I need condoms?!"

"...Just in case you score big tonight."

I grabbed the box and nearly killed him after reading it. "Lil Wraps? You goddamn prick! YOU THINK I'M AN EXTRA SMALL?!"

"Small? W-woah, I didn't know! I swear I just grabbed whatever box they had!" He said in a panic.

I beamed the box at him and turned for the door. "You're an idiot."

We were finally on our way to the party. It didn't take us long to get there given our powers. It DID however feel like a slog with Boomer hammering like fifty different scenarios into my head. It was annoying…

"Hey Butch, slow down. We're right above the house."

Well…Do or die, time.

It was already crowded. Swarms of teens surrounded both of us as we descended towards the crowd.

"Holy shit…" I muttered.

Boomer took in his surroundings. "Dude, everyone's here! This is crazy!"

"...So what now?" I asked.

"Well, first things first. We definitely have to find the Puffs so that you can-"

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE'VE GOT A V.I.P. FINALLY MAKING HIS APPEARANCE!"

We both looked towards the DJ as he got the crowd's attention.

"Y'ALL KNOW I BRING THE SONIC' BUT THE PARTY DON'T START WITHOUT THE BOOM! GIVE IT UP FOR THE HOMIE BOOOOOOMER!"

The crowd went absolutely nuts for my blonde brother. They literally started carrying him to the front.

He dapped the guy up before grabbing the microphone and looked out towards the still-growing audience.

"Big thanks to my guy, JT Sonix, and all of you for the warm welcome. Happy to be here and let's also give it up for my brother, Butch! He's a little shy so let's show him what a party looks like!"

The cheers erupted in an instant. I thought I was gonna go deaf. This dude really was Mr. Popular around here.

"Y'ALL HEARD 'EM! LET'S PARTY TIL THE COPS COME!" The DJ shouted as he turned the music up.

Boomer made his way back over to me with a goofy grin. "Ready to get this night rollin'?"

"Lead the way, Prince of the People."

As we walked to the back of the house, we immediately noticed two things.

One, there was a huge pool.

Two, there was a tone of booze. I mean a SHIT LOAD of it!

You could practically smell the underage drinking.

"Aww, man! I forgot to bring some trunks." Boomer whined.

"Screw the pool. I want a beer."

"Now hold on just a second. You think that's a good idea? I doubt Blossom's gonna want to chat it up with a drunk Butch."

"Okay, I see your point. My counter to that is…I've got superpowers. A little beer is hardly gonna do anything to me. Pretty sure I can recover from alcohol faster than normies."

"…Okay."

While what I said was technically true, I didn't take into account that I metabolize shit way faster as well. Therefore, I CAN and WILL get shitfaced well before my healing factor kicks in to fix it all. On the bright side, it shouldn't last all that long. Fucking superpowers…

I walked over to the cooler and grabbed a can that said Dragon Juice on it.

"Bottoms up." I downed the can in a couple of seconds and chucked it into the nearest trash bin.

"Dude you just chugged that."

"Yeah, so what?"

He picked up a can and glanced at it with a bit of concern decorating his features.

"This is forty percent alcohol. That like almost the WHOLE can."

I tossed another can into the trash. "Sorry, could you repeat that?"

"Dude, you're gonna die…"

"It's like I said before…Unaffected!"

"HEY, YOU GUYS!" A loud, boisterous voice suddenly howled towards us.

"Hey there! Good to see you two!" Bommer exclaimed.

Bubbles and Buttercup had graced us with their presence. The blonde was dressed in a blue sundress while her sister had a green tank top and ripped skinny jeans.

"I'm surprised to see YOU here of all people," Buttercup said.

I shrugged and pointed to Boom. "Blame him. This party shit still ain't for me."

"Hey, so where's Blossom? She did show up, right?" Boomer asked.

Bubbles nodded. "Yeah, she showed up with Brick a few minutes ago."

I felt like I had turned to stone. Yet again, the red-headed bastard is one step ahead. I don't even know why I'm surprised. It's no wonder he didn't leave with us. The fucker was probably hitting on Pinky this whole time!

I grabbed two more beers and chugged them. "Red-eyed douchebag…" I grumbled in between gulps. So much for the fifty-plus scenarios we went through. NONE of them included Brick!

"The hell is wrong with him this time?" Butters asked.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Bro, you really should lay off the drinks. The night is still young and nothing's guaranteed yet."

I crushed the cans and looked towards the Puffs. "Where might I find my dear brother?"

"They were both in the kitchen last we saw. They were in a small group." Bubbles replied.

I nodded and pressed forward. No way am I throwing in the towel. I'M GETTING THAT DATE!

I could sense Boomer and the Puffs following close behind me. Wasn't sure why they were following me but it didn't make a difference either way. I needed to find them.

I shoved past the crowds of drunk dancers and shimmied my way throughout the house. For whatever reason, walking was becoming increasingly more difficult as well as seeing where the hell I was going. All this combined with my growing irritation was making for a bad time.

I grabbed some random guy by the shirt and pulled him from his group.

"YO! The actual fuck, man?!"

"Seen two redheads walking around here? One is the famous Blossom, and the other is a piece of shit with a cap."

"…You mean those two?"

I looked directly behind me and saw them both laughing in a group already. WOW…Maybe Boom was right about the drinks. How did I not see them?

I tossed the guy back and started making my way over to Brick. Unfortunately, I was halted by my other brother.

"What are you planning to do?!"

"Simple. I'm gonna punch his lights out."

"Okay, that's a terrible idea. How about going over there and calmly engaging in conversation? That sound good?"

I sighed. "Fine! Geez…"

The four of us approached the reds and almost instantly, I saw Brick's usual annoyed look.

"Oh, hey guys! Glad you made it!" Blossom said with a bright smile.

"Yeah…Glad you could make it." Brick muttered. I wanted to slap the sarcasm off of his tongue so bad.

"When did you even get here?" I asked, albeit a bit more aggressively than I was going for.

"Like an hour ago. What the hell took you two so long?"

My glare briefly shifted over to Boomer who had decided to interject himself into the conversation.

"Wicked party, am I right? Almost like we should all just get loose and start bussin' a move!"

"NO!" We all said in unison.

He pouted and dropped his head. "Bunch of poopers. I refuse to spend an entire party talking to people I see every day! I'M gonna make some more friends." As he walked by me, I felt a nudge on my shoulder. "You should sit next to her while that spot is empty." He whispered.

He walked off and I did as he suggested. Little did I know that he unintentionally set me up for failure. EASILY the worst wingman in the world. He straight-up abandoned me!

"HEY HEEEEY! I brought it!" Some girl squealed merrily. Turns out it was Robin.

I noticed Brick was glaring at me the second she arrived. What the hell was his problem?! I mean, I know what MINE is so what's his?

"About time! I was wondering where you went off to." Blossom said with a smile and a…Wait, why is she blushing like that? And why are more people coming near us?

Before long, we were all in a circle with twelve people. I continued to scan our area and noticed that we conveniently had an even split. Six guys and six girls…

"Hey, Butch."

"What do you want, Brick?"

"Why don't you go check on Boomer? I don't think he should be walking around here by himself. You know…With all the alcohol going around."

Sadly, Boomer isn't the one that needed guidance in that regard. "Eat a dick, dude. He just left! You go do it. Aren't you supposed to be the leader?" I could feel the heat rising on the other side of Blossom.

"Yes, and as my subordinate, I ORDER you to go and make sure our BROTHER isn't getting himself into trouble."

A vein throbbing in my temple. "I'm not making sure of a damn thing. BiG dUmB Butch don't WaNnA mEsS iT uP!" I spat back mockingly. Yeah, I'm kinda drunk.

"Butch…Get up…and go check…on Boomer!" He said through grit teeth.

I scowled. "Brick…How about you make me." I felt a sharp pain in my left cheek and winced.

"Ow!" We both shouted.

Blossom had pinched us both and with a huff, she spoke sternly.

"Will you guys cut it out? This is supposed to be a fun little game. We don't need you two blowing up the house!"

"HE STARTED IT!" We both yelled.

She looked at Brick first. "Brick, leave Butch alone. Boomer is a big boy now. He can handle himself. Butch doesn't have to go if he doesn't want to."

"Hah! You tell 'em, Pinky! UP TOP!"

She glared and left me hanging. "Butch, stop trying to instigate a fight with Brick! We all know that you're SUPER strong. You don't have to keep egging him on."

"Tch…"

"Hmph…dumbass..." Brick said under his breath.

"The fuck you just say?!" I growled.

"ENOUGH! I want you both to sit down, shut up, and play the game!" She shouted.

I raised a brow. "What even is the game?" I asked.

Robin put a long, green, glass bottle on the coffee table. "It's not a Homecoming party without a little booze and some good ole fashioned Spin the Bottle!"

"Okay, but how do I win?"

Brick let out an overdrawn sigh. "Dude, it's Spin the Bottle! You don't necessarily win. You can only lose if you chicken out."

"What? That's fucking stupid! What if I wanna win, huh?"

He smirked. "Then leave and don't play."

"Nice try, shithead! I'm not about to wimp out a little game. Now, what exactly are the rules?"

Buttercup grabbed the bottle and spun it around. "It's simple. You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on…" The bottle stopped right on Brick whose eyes widened. "…You have to kiss."

I felt like my soul left and fell into a deep, dark pit. My stomach was moving around like I was swallowing a typhoon.

Kiss?! KISS?! What the hell kinda sick game is this?! I've never kissed anyone before! What if I suck at it? What if THEY suck at it?! So many things could go horribly wrong with this! What if I can't land on Blossom? WHAT IF BRICK DOES?! What if she wants him to kiss her? Is that why she agreed to this?! FUCK! What do I do?!

"Butch?"

"W-what?!"

"Dude you totally spaced out! Are you feeling alright?" Bubs asked with a hand on my forehead.

"Huh? Yeah! I'm fine so stop touching me. I uh…just had a lot to drink…"

HELL NO I'M NOT FINE! I HAVE SHIT LUCK! What if…Wait a second-

I shot up from my seat. "Do I gotta kiss a dude?! I'm damn sure not smooching' Brick's sorry ass!"

"Feelings mutual jackass and NO, you'd just spin again…"

"Oh…"

"Move it." I suddenly got jerked back down to my seat as Butters walked over to Brick. Is she gonna do it?!

They looked at each other with mild embarrassment before moving forward and pressing their lips together with closed eyes. They held that position for about seven seconds before separating.

I was speechless. The sight of Brick kissing MY counterpart was…Well, I don't know how to explain it. It just felt kinda wrong in a way. FUCK I HATE THIS ALREADY! Now I have to kiss Pinky! I want her to be my first real kiss.

Butters sat back down next to me with a slight tint to her cheeks. "See…Nothing to it."

"ME NEXT!" Bubbles said, eagerly.

She grabbed the bottle and spun it for herself. After two re-spins, she landed on a guy named Del who was a linebacker for our high school team. Didn't know the guy but she seemed happy enough with her kiss.

A couple more turns, and I had yet to get a single kiss. I, however, wasn't the only one. Blossom was still untouched as well. Maybe this was the world giving me a good sign!

Robin spun and gave Brick his second kiss of the night. I bet he is gonna milk this later…

It was now Brick's turn to spin, thus giving him a whopping three to my solid zero so far. He grabbed the bottle and spun it. I watched with bated breath as it rotated to Bubbles...then...Buttercup…It looked like it was going to stop on me. I'll take him having to re-

*Whistle*

*Whistle*

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

Did he…Did he just blow the bottle?

We all looked at him as he kept whistling. When he noticed us staring, he raised a brow.

"What?"

"…Did you just cheat?" I asked.

"Excuse me? How does one cheat in an unwinnable game? I was simply whistling. I always whistle idly." No, the fuck he doesn't. That lying prick! HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!

He leaned forward, slid a hand to her cheek, and gave her a grin that I didn't know he could muster. It felt like they'd been staring at each other for an eternity. I hate it…

"Would you two get on with it already?" I groaned with a roll of my eyes.

And as if the night wasn't already "perfect" as it was, the two of them locked lips…Right next to me…

The moment they parted; Blossom giggled a bit. "Not too bad Brick."

"Yeah? What're we talkin'? B plus? A minus?"

"…I'll say a solid C."

"Wow! Not even a C plus?! I'm hurt." He chuckled.

Suck it bitch! I bet I could do better.

Pinky took the bottle in her hands and gave it a spin. All I could do was hope that it landed on-

"Looks like you get a second chance, Brick. I'd make it count if I were you. Might not get another one." She said with a sly smile.

"Christ…Can someone tell me where the fucking bathroom is?" I grumbled. No way am I watching part two of that shit!

"Dude, it's almost your turn." Butters protested.

"Just skip me and I'll double up next round."

She rolled her eyes and pointed. "Upstairs, first door on the left."

I nodded and made my way to the bathroom. I took the first pack of gum from my pocket and started chewing two pieces. We all know that one ain't enough.

As I reached for the bathroom doorknob, it suddenly flung open with Boomer on the other side of it.

"Butch?! BUTCH! Hey bro! What's happening?" He asked with a goofy grin.

"Getting shitted on by Mr. Back-to-Back downstairs. I fucking hate this dumbass game. Out of the hundred people here, the twelve that I chose to hang with decide to play with a goddamn bottle."

"I see…So is it a bad time to ask for the detailed report on Blossom?"

I sighed. "I can't do anything! Brick suddenly has the best luck ever while mine is dogshit. They're practically booed up down there with all the lovey-dovey nonsense going on." Then a thought hit me. "What have you been doing you goddamn traitor? You left me alone!"

He pulled out his phone and showed me his contact list. "Check it! I got like twenty digits AND I won a game of beer pong! The puke was definitely worth it."

"Gross…Anyway, good for you. Now get out asshole! I gotta piss…"

After draining the tank, I made it back downstairs with Blossom giving a brief kiss to Mitch of all people. What was he even doing here?

"Welcome back Butch! You owe us a total of three spins." Bubbles said with WAY too much enthusiasm.

"Absolutely fantastic…" I didn't even wanna play anymore. I was ready to pack it up and go home.

I finally touched the bottle and gave it a good spin and when it slowed down to a halt, it ended up on Brick.

"…"

I gave a devilish smirk. "Pucker up bro. I got a big wet kiss tailor-made for you." WITH MY FIST!

He sent a glare my way and flipped me off. "Quit fooling around and spin it again!"

After spinning again, it finally stopped. I looked at who my first kiss would be with and wanted to cry out for a redo.

"Woohoo! Looks like I'm up." Bubs said happily. She walked over and cupped my face with her soft hands. "You ready?"

I couldn't stop the heat from spreading across my face. I need to calm down! It's only Bubbles. It's all just a game and it doesn't even have to be that long. Even still this was kinda weird.

I nodded. "Go for it."

She tilted my head up and lowered hers. Her warm breath tickled the edge of my lips as she got closer and closer. Then it happened. Her lips brushed against mine. It was light at first, but she pressed a bit deeper while gently nibbling my top lip causing me to loosen up. I thought she was gonna heat things up a bit more, but she suddenly pulled away with a giggle.

"What? I do something wrong?" I asked.

"Not necessarily. I will say that you've gotta meet me halfway. I was doing all the work!"

"Sorry…" Damnit! That was pathetic! Alright, I'm carrying the next kiss for sure! Can't get caught off guard like that again. Especially not with Pinky.

I gave the bottle another spin. This time, it landed on Butters. I looked right at her with determination in my eyes. My heart raced with anticipation. I'm about to show them what it's supposed to look like.

"Y-you ready?" She asked nervously.

I didn't say a word which was usually par for the course with us. We both preferred to speak with our actions and that'd be no different this time.

My left hand landed on her seated waist, and I didn't waste any time after that. My lips crashed against hers. I was acting on instinct now. It was like something inside of me had gotten free from its shackles. This kiss wasn't delicate like the one with Bubbles or sweet like Brick was with Blossom. I had something to prove. This one was hungrier.

Buttercup seemed shocked at first, but it didn't take her long to match my energy. Now, as if trying to one-up me, she mounted her own attack. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in closer. She parted my lips a bit and touched my tongue with hers. Now the battle was getting messy.

"…Uh, guys?" I think that was Mitch talking but I wasn't paying much attention. I wanted to win this little fight we had going on!

My left hand glided from her waist and onto her upper thigh. I gave it a light squeeze and felt her jump a bit. Now was my chance!

My right hand moved to the back of her head and pressed her even deeper into the kiss. My tongue had gained the advantage as it wrestled hers into submission. That's when I heard it. Right against my lips was a light moan from my counterpart. Her eyes opened ever so slightly to gaze into my very own set. The emerald green glistened with the water building up within them. The red on her cheeks contrasted with her snow-white skin. Being this close made me feel…kind of…

She pushed lightly against my chest and broke the kiss. The light trail of saliva was the only still connecting us. As it fell, the silence finally did as well.

"No fair, Butch! You held back on me!" Bubbles commented with a pout.

"Can we continue the game, or should we keep waiting for you?" Brick asked.

Butters kept staring at me while trying to catch her breath. I really wanted to know what she was thinking right now. Was it good? Did I do too much too fast? I wanted to know. Unfortunately, I wouldn't get my answer just yet. She closed her eyes and moved me off of her.

"Where are you going?" Pinky asked.

She didn't even open her eyes to retort. "Bathroom…"

As she walked away, I grabbed the bottle and spun it for the third time tonight. I still hadn't fully recovered from the last kiss. Whoever this landed on would probably have to keep it brief.

The bottle spun for another five seconds before stopping at my original goal. Pinky looked at me with an unreadable expression. I returned the look with one of uncertainty.

"Guess I'm up." She said with a nervous chuckle.

I nodded. "I guess so."

She pivoted her body to face me directly. I did the same. Her hands rested on my shoulders and her bright pink eyes watched me. It was like I was being sized up in a way. No, I needed to take charge! I'm not backing down. Put everything that you feel into this!

Both of my hands grabbed her waist and held her firm. She wasn't as solid and defined as Butters nor was she soft and smooth like Bubbles. She was a good mixture of the two while still being just as pretty as them. Her scent was also quite different. It was much more welcoming.

I closed my eyes and initiated the kiss. Our mouths moved back and forth, grinding against one another. Her hands slid down and explored my chest. I couldn't help the light flexing of my pectorals as her fingers traced them.

I tilted my head to the side and upped the tempo of our movement. Instead of a battle like with Butters, this felt more like a dance. One that was cut shorter than I was hoping. I intended to deepen the kiss, but she didn't give me the chance.

She pulled away and said, "G-good job, Butch."

I raised a brow. "How good are we talkin'?" Considering she cut it short!

She pondered for a moment. "I'll give you a B."

I smirked. "I'll take a B. Still better than Brick."

"Yeah, the FIRST one. As for the second kiss, A plus!" he said back.

Now my glare was back. Back to the fullest effect. Man, fuck this game. I'm about ready to call it here.

"MY TURN!" Bubbles cheered happily. I don't know what her deal is. This had to be the least fun game I've ever played. I got up to leave but saw Bubbles stand to stop me.

"Move Bubs. I'm done."

"No way! You owe me a real kiss! Now sit back down and let me spin."

"What?! No, now get the hell outta my way before I throw you."

"You're not going anywhere! You went easy on me again! The way that you always do! Not this time and not ever again! I want my redo and I'm cashing it in. RIGHT NOW!" Why does she have to have this weird determination with me? Is she out of her mind?!

"Are you serious right now? I didn't go easy on you! I just wasn't ready…" I didn't lie. "Now move it!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Nope!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!" I snatched the bottle and smashed it against the wall. I wanted to do that from the start but better late than never. "There! Games over now! We're done here."

"No, we aren't!" She hugged me as tightly as possible much to my chagrin.

"Yo, get off of me Bubs."

"No!"

"Look, if you want a fight, I'd be happy to give you one." I huffed.

"Bubbles, let him go already," Pinky said while trying to pry her sister off of me.

"You know what?" She released her grip and looked at me with a bright smile. "Have a good night, Butch. I'll see you in class tomorrow. Then at lunch…Then at work…Then after work…Then school again…Maybe even at YOUR place!" The way she said it in her usual cheerful tone left me uneasy.

"Okay…" I moved quickly towards the front door and prepared to take off. That was until Boomer grabbed my arm.

"WAIT! Take me with you!" He begged with his face looking paler than ever.

"What the fuck happened to you?!"

"Butch…You're looking at the five-time beer pong champion!" He said before hurling on the floor.

"Just fly yourself back home. That's what I'm doing!"

"I can't fly dude…I don't wanna get pulled over!" He slurred.

I groaned and picked him up piggyback style. "If you throw up on me, you die! Got it?"

"Yes sir!" He nodded with his drunken smile before passing out on my back.

This sucks! Nothing went according to plan. Not even close to it! If I knew this was what happened at parties, I would've stayed home.

"Unbelievable…"