WHO'S READY TO PARTY?!?!?!?!?

Meh, maybe.

that actually is a pretty good idea.
or maybe a solve the crime type thing.... YEAH. Luvin that!!!!

haha yeah that sounds cool

haha

!nspired wrote:Lena:"I just didn't want to offend you. No one usually likes to be compared to me especially, well, Tara."

Trent: "Doesnt bother me," I shrugged.

Lena: I smiled. "Good, because I think we have a lot in common. Which is not necessarily a good thing." I sighed.

Trent: "Why's that?" I asked. NOW I was slightly offended. But only slightly. Maybe I was too drunk to care. My speech was beginning to slur more and more with each sip I took.

Lena: I noticed the annoyed tone in his voice. He was either getting angry, or drunk, or both. Ugh, I could handle cigarettes but not drunk people. "I need to go now." I began walking away.

Trent: "Noooo" I moaned. "Dont go."
STOP IT TRENT! You're drunk, leave the girl alone.
But she's so pretty.
Don't be a pedophile!
Ah, shut up.

Lena: I gave Trent a disgusted look. "I'm. Leaving." Tara was telling me to run, and this time I was listening to it. Well, I was walking, but same difference.

Trent: "please?" I begged. "Im not mad. At all."
But you are drunk.
SHUT UP.

Lena: "I'm glad, but Trent? You're drunk." Why was I acting so logical? I'd usually stay in this sort of situation. Was this Tara talking or someone else?

Trent: "No'm not." I shrugged, suddenly feeling tired. "'m actually REALLY tiiiired."

Lena: "Then go to bed." I looked at him dryly.

Trent: "No." I said firmly and clearly. "I wanna dance."

Lena: I imagined that and it creeped me out. "Go dance with Jillian." I smirked.

Trent: I rolled my eyes. "She with Drip, or Drake or whatever. I've only talked t' you. T'day, I mean. 'M a good dancer. I know... The... Moves..." I slurred, usuing lots of hand gestures and wobbling slightly. "Woah..." I gasped, squinting my eyes at her.

Lena: I steadied him as he practically fell over. I should at least bring him inside so he doesn't pass out and get mugged or something. "Come on." I took him by the arm and lead him into the house.

Trent: "Yay," I said happily as she lead me in the house. "I like this song."

Lena: "Well you can listen to it safely from the couch." I gave him a slight shove so he'd sit down on the sofa near the edge of the room. Then I turned on my heel.

Trent: "Ehhhh" I whined. I tried to clear my throat as much as possible. "Im. Not.... A. Reep." I said finally

Lena: My brow furrowed. "A reep?" Now he was talking gibberish.

((uhh I actually meant to put Creep, my 'c' key doesn't work very well... XD))

('Kay, here's my edit then, haha)

Lena: I sighed. "Fine, I'll dance with you. One song." Don't be stupid, Tara warned, but I ignored her.

Trent: "Fantastic." I smiled and got up from the couch and walked to the dance floor.

((is it a slow song or a fast song?))