(Author's Note: Ok, I'm sure I will full on regret writing this chapter later...WARNING: IT WILL BE EXTREMELY STUPID(plus puns))

As I walk closer to the house I hear and feel music blaring. I can't help but smile as I feel the thumping of the music beside my heartbeat. I unconsciously begin walking to the beat. Did I mention I love music? I take a moment to collect myself and open the door. My mouth drops open as I step inside. There are pulsating lights everywhere, even in the entrance hall! Music seems to blast from every corner and it smells amazing! I walk into the main room, where the party is centered and look around for any familiar faces. Sadly, I don't see any. "Exactly what I expected." I sigh. Not two seconds after I finish speaking, I feel a tap on the back. "YOU CAME!!!" Peach shouts as I turn around in surprise. "Yeah!" I say, my mood lifting. "OMG you look FABULOUS!" Peach shouts, emphasizing the word "fabulous". "Heh, thanks.." I say modestly. "Come on! Let's go meet people!" Peach says, grabbing my hand and dragging me across the room. I can tell that she's in her element here. "HEY YO EX!!" Peach shouts. "What?" A boy asks as he walks up. "OH, I've never seen you before! Who are you and MY GOD! I love your outfit!" The boy who Peach called Ex exclaims. He has a very "showey" voice and flamboyant attitude. I take a moment to examine him. He has black hair with pink flecks strewn through it and bangs that cover one eye. He has pink eyes and below the visible one there is a black vertical line with horizontal lines going off his face. His shirt has black "shoulder pad-ish things" that end in a point, it's pink down to the end of his chest and that area has a thing that looks like a speaker on one side and a clock on the other, and in the middle of the grey, attached to the pink, is a section with a heart in it. Below the pink is grey metallic as are the sleeves. He has a pink bracelet on each wrist. He has slick black leggings on that end in pink high heeled boots that come a ways up his calves. "I'm Mara!" I say, stretching out my hand. Ex laughs and shakes it. He has a firm grip. "I'm Ex, I have more of a name, but that's all I go by darling." He says with a wink. "Ok." I giggle. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go annoy my older sister." Ex says with jazz hands. "OH ALPHYYY!!" He yells as he sashays off. "Yeah, he's a party all by himself." Peach says, scratching her head. "Anyway, you must want something to drink right?" She asks. "Yeah, I am kinda thirsty." I say. "Ok, I set up a bar so, we can sit for a bit." Peach says with a smile. My mouth just kinda drops open at the word "bar". "OH NO! Not that kind of "bar"." Peach laughs . "Oh ok." I say with a giggle. "No, it's just punch." Peach says. She once again, grabs my hand and pulls me along to a literal "bar" table where there are snacks and a punch bowl. We grab two cups of punch and sit down. We talk for a bit until a nearby conversation catches my ear.

(Author's Note: GET READY FOR FONT CHANGES)

"SO BASICALLY, THATS THE STORY OF HOW I SINGLEHANDEDLY COOKED FOR AND FED ALL 254 ATTENDEES OF THE OPENING OF THE NEW MALL." A voice that I can only describe as one you would hear saying "NYEH HEH HEH" says.

"So they were all just ok with eating spaghetti?" A female voice asks.

"OF COURSE! I MEAN, MY SPAGHETTI IS ABSOLUTELY DEVINE."

"I'm sure it is.....heh" the female voice answers

"WELL YOU'RE IN LUCK BECAUSE I JUST HAPPEN TO HAVE SOME WITH ME!"

"R-really? You brought spaghetti with you?"

"OF COURSE! I ALWAYS HAVE A BIT WITH ME FOR EMERGENCIES!"

"Spaghetti emergencies?"

"ER....YES?"

"Good enough, I'll try it."

"REALLY?!"

"Yeah"

"GREAT!"

That is followed with the sound of shuffling and clanking of silverware.
I hear the scratching of a fork against a plate, followed by silence from the girl.

"SO?"

"It's....uh.....definitely something."

"WOWIE! SO DELICIOUS THAT IT LEAVES YOU SHORT OF WORDS!"

"Yeah, tha-that's it."

I giggle at what I'm hearing and Peach looks at me oddly. "What's so funny?" She asks. "Listen to these two." I whisper so there's no chance of the "eavsdroppees" overhearing what I'm suggesting. Peach gives a smirk and whispers, "So you've been listening to this too?" I laugh and reply,"I hear what catches my ear." We go silent as the conversation starts again.

"SO, UM, HOW ABOUT THE WEATHER?"

"It's nice"

"..................."

"Um, why are you just saying "dot" repeatedly?"

"ERM...."

By this time, Peach and I are nearly rolling on the floor with barely silent laughter and it only gets better as a new voice enters the nearby conversation.

(Author's Note: So, Wattpad's a butthole so bold text is my sorry excuse for the "Comic" font...whoops)

" Hey bro, have you seen this door over here? It's pretty cool." A deeper voice coming from who I presume to be the guy talking about spaghetti's brother says.

"WHAT? A DOOR?! UGH.....YOU ARE MAKING ME LOOK VERY "UN-COOL"."

"Hey, if your brother wants you that's fine..."

"NO IT'S NOT "FINE"!"

"Aw...comeon you don't mind if i join the conversation..."

"*SIGH* FINE"

"Hey lady, wanna hear a joke?"

"Yeah sure!"

"OH GOD."

"So.."

"NO!"

"What's the worst thing about throwing a party in space?"

"Uh...I dunno."

"You have to.."planet"

Somehow a faint *ba dum tiss* sounds.

"WHY?!"

"ha...that's a bad one."

"Wanna hear another?"

"OH GOD NO!"

By this time, Peach and I are fighting to contain our laughter, mostly because of the first brother's reactions to puns.

"Yeah why not?"

"Ok, so I got a job at a bakery..."

"NO YOU DIDNT!"

"Because I kneaded dough!"

Another faint *ba dum tiss* sounds.

"Heh, these are freaking terrible!"

The conversation goes oddly quiet and Peach and I happen to, at this moment in time, be hunched over in our seats trying not to laugh out loud. Then, the voice of the first brother we heard says something that makes the two of us nearly have heart attacks.

"THOSE TWO GIRLS OVER THERE ARE LAUGHING. THEIR JOKES HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN THESE!"

"Wait wha?"

"Nah, they've just been listening to the entire conversation."

We freeze. Peach looks at me with an "Oh shit." face and i look back with the same expression. we awkwardly look down at the table hoping with all our hearts that they don't come over here and make things awkward but sure enough, I begin to hear footsteps gradually drawing closer. As they get louder, i realize its only one set of footsteps, only one person. The footsteps stop when they reach the table.

"Enjoying the show?"

Its the joke telling one, and the question doesn't sound the least bit accusing, more...lighthearted.

"Erm...." I say awkwardly.

"Heh, wanna hear a joke?" He asks. "Y-yeah sure." Peach and I reply at the same time, still feeling really awkward.

"Ok, So what happens if a piano falls on a guy." He starts, I can already tell where this is going. "Then he'll "b flat." I sigh. "No, he'll be DEAD." The guy answers flatly and coldly. I just stop for a moment. Theres an awkward silence, followed by the laughter of the guy who told the joke.

"Ah, comeon, its just a joke!" He laughs, slapping me and Peach on the back. Were both so taken aback at the really random change of attitude that we each fall off of our seats and into the floor. The guy snickers after seeing us fall then laughs out, "Gettttttt dunked on!" and walks off. Peach and I look at each other with wide eyes and awkwardly stand back up. "Wanna go out onto the dance floor?" Peach asks. "Anywhere away from whatever that was." I laugh as we walk out.