jack wilson junior barden university bella struggling pre-med student by day, amateur crime-fighter by night. interests include biology, general geekery and cheesy movies with some guy who makes music with his mouth.
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I'm so ridiculously tired
Please don't wake me up.
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... okay. i'm cutting you off. no more alcohol for you. be a sweetie and don't move, okay? if you need to toss your cookies, there's a bucket next to you. PLEASE, GOD WILLING, DO NOT HURL ONTO THE BED. i am begging you. i promise, i will give you a gold star if you do not go hurl. and buy you pancakes.
PARRTTTAAAYYY
I don’t even know any more. I think they whole world is spinning around and around and around and around and around and I’m just laying here on the ground spinning in an endless cycle of sadness. Weee it’s like a scary ride at an amusement park except it’s not stopping and my head hurts. …Is there anymore alcohol?
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is the room spinning?
PARRTTTAAAYYY
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maybe having a party wasn't such a good idea
ah fuck it, i need to get drunk.
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Another hot date with Netflix.
NO. NO ONE IS HERE. THERE IS NO PARTY. BYE.
And have fun. :)
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HAVE A BLAST!!
PARTYYYYYYYYY
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NO. NO ONE IS HERE. THERE IS NO PARTY. BYE.
And have fun. :)
Another hot date with Netflix.
WOMAN ARE YOU CLINICALLY INSANE? DON’T COME! DON’T. PLEASE. GO AND JOIN YOUR DELECTABLE JUST-FRIEND IN THE SHOWER. PLEASE.
I’m not kidding, I won’t let you in. This is the dude you’ve wanted forever. Come on. I’d skip my own party if it’d get me one night with the guy I loved.
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WOMAN ARE YOU CLINICALLY INSANE? DON'T COME! DON'T. PLEASE. GO AND JOIN YOUR DELECTABLE JUST-FRIEND IN THE SHOWER. PLEASE.
I'm not kidding, I won't let you in. This is the dude you've wanted forever. Come on. I'd skip my own party if it'd get me one night with the guy I loved.
Another hot date with Netflix.
If he had had his way I’d currently be in his shower instead of headed for your party…but I’m on my way now. I’ll be there soon.
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THE NIGHT IS YOUNG. SEE YOU THERE.
It's Friday night
Excellent. Stolen booze is the best kind. Becker Dorms. Level 3. Look for the room where all the noise is coming from. Jeez, I don’t even know half the people here. Bring your friends! I think I invited your room-mate! What’s-her-name- Delaney! Yes. That’s it. British chick.
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you don't know the net worth of your family? dude, that's like your inheritance. Yep. Am a bella. By the way, wanna come for a party? Happening now, as a matter of fact. Becker Dorms. Level 3. Follow the noise. Booze is provided, but BYOB is appreciated. Bring your hot friends too, if you have any.
TWO MORE DAYS TO THE WEEKEND
John Benson, from the Bensons? Wow. Your family must own like half of Louisiana. No wonder you can afford to get your eyebrows plucked to perfection. You a Treble?
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Nothing yet. The key word is 'yet'. It's okay, if not you, it'll be one of those flirty co-eds. They seemed to have attended this party in full force- gotta go, someone's dancing with my life-size plastic skeleton. I think he's going to have sex with it- JESUS CHRIST, PUT THAT DOWN!!!!!
Where are you? The Shining is on!
Another hot date with Netflix.
I really didn’t mean it to sound like that, honest! Nothing like that has ever happened between us.
Oh..well…I guess I can just always go see him after the party to check in on him and Ry. She’s teething so she doesn’t feel good. Thanks, but no thanks—don’t think I’d be able to cuddle with anyone other than Kyle.
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party's on | jack
Initially, when Jack had planned tonight's festivities, she hadn't expected half of Barden to show up at her dorm door. God, she didn't know half these people. Now, sandwiched between the couple from sophomore year making out on her bed and the drunken freshman doing the hula hoop on her desk, Jack's primary worry was whether the stains of guacamole dip on her comforter would come out. Still, she couldn't help but give herself a pat on the back for a job well done. Her first successful party. She was on fire this year.
At the very least, she noted that a good number of the people she invited actually turned up. For Carson's benefit, 'The Shining' was on, and a few people were camped on Jack's bedroom floor, screeching and giggling in alternate moments. And there was someone about to have sexonherroommatesbed- "ABORT! ABORT!" She screeched, ruining the couple's passion-filled moment. God, her room-mate was going to kill her. Absently, she handed them a couple of free condoms she'd stolen from the abortion clinic, told them to take their activities to the grass patch outside and was about to give them directions when the door bell rang.
Ron! It could be Ron! Please be Ron! He hadn't replied any of her messages, and she was starting to get worried. She threw the door open- and it was- distinctly not Ron. Dammit. She suppressed a sigh.
"What, no kiss?" Her brother teased from the doorway, and she couldn't help but laugh at the mock-woundedness on his face. Idiot. Shane was such an idiot. She'd missed his stupid comments.
"Shut up, pizza breath."
"Back atcha, pumpkin." He hugged her, and Jack finally released her sigh. She'd missed him, period. Her older brother was an idiot, but he was her idiot, and she hadn't seen him in a few months, what-with him all the way in Boston.
He pulled back. "No Ron?" He asked, and Jack wished he wasn't quite so perceptive.
"Nope." She smiled. "But never mind about that. Come in, come in. You're late. I expected you two hours ago."
"All the better to surprise you. Never be predictable- women don't like it." He joked back.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up, Mister Bond."
She closed the door behind them, putting Ron's absence firmly behind her.
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Excellent. Stolen booze is the best kind. Becker Dorms. Level 3. Look for the room where all the noise is coming from. Jeez, I don't even know half the people here. Bring your friends! I think I invited your room-mate! What's-her-name- Delaney! Yes. That's it. British chick.
It's Friday night
Is there like a party or something I can crash??
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uh huh.
i've got updated news, though, sweetheart. sorry, kyle can't get a babysitter so i doubt he'll be joining us tonight. still, we can get the shining, and scream our hearts out. you can cuddle with my brother instead- okay, no. ew.
PARTY'S ON!!!!!!!
Another hot date with Netflix.
I don’t know—anything scary really. One of my favorites is The Shining. The Sone with Jack Nicholson of course. Kyle? Yeah, he’s used to me screaming bloody murder in his ear by now—that sounded worse than I intended.
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