The both of us stared at the house that was hosting the party. Just like Raymond's party, the house was so bright you could see it a mile away. And I mean it quite literally, only a few blocks away, Parker confirmed that the bright light in front of us was the party, not the light as if we were dead which seems quite possible because of his driving. After parking the car a block away because we couldn't park it anywhere closer given all of the parking spaces were taken by others who came here earlier. We then walked towards the light and didn't look back.

I could already hear the techno music coming from the house, knowing it will be ten times louder once we get inside. Many kids were outside of the house on the front lawn. It was like a crowd waiting outside of a night club. Some kids were trying to get into the party or waiting for their friends by furiously texting in their phones for them to hurry up. Others were taking a break from the party, being thankful for the cool fresh air compared to suffocating in there. People drank beers on the porch or smoke cigarettes on the sidewalk, couples made out behind trees, others getting high near the bushes. And then there was something else that got my attention.

I tugged on Parker's sleeve. "Hey Parker?"

"Hmm?" He said, turning to me. "What is it?"

I pointed up at the house. "Is that a guy passed out on the roof?"

Parker looked up to see what I was seeing. A half naked guy with a bottle of beer in one hand was sprawled out on the roof, not moving. And instead of being taken aback in surprise or even wanting to call the ambulance, he smiled.

"Yeah, that's Clinton."

I looked at him in bewilderment. "You know him?"

Parker's smile widened. "Of course I do, he's the number one guy to know when partying. He can hold his alcohol, that guy."

Then he looked back up at the roof and hollered, "Yo, Clint!"

The guy stirred in his sleep. Parker called his name again, making his eyes shot open. He then groggily sat up from the roof, groaning about his head. At first he seemed confused, not knowing where he was. Then he looked down to squint at us.

He took a sip of his beer. "O'Neil? Is 'dat you?" The guy asked.

"The one and only."

Clinton grinned wickedly. "Hey man, what's up?" Then he laughed at the bad joke.

"I'm good," Parker said with a laugh. "How's the party?"

Clinton grinned. "Wicked. Like always when Danny hosts 'dem. I'm just takin' a snooze though."

"I could see that."

"Well, can't blame me, y'know." He said dreamily, as if he was still half -asleep. Well, I was close. He's still half-drunk.  "The stars are nice to sleep under." Clinton looked back at Parker then bloodshot eyes found me.

"Who's you friend over there?" He asked nodding toward me.

"She's Naomi." Parker said

"Naomi, Naomi," Clinton smused, rubbing his chin before taking another drink of his beer. "I only know two Naomi's. There's my cousin Naomi, but she's grounded and couldn't make it to the party. Then there's Nerdy Naomi, but she can't..." He trailed off and looked at me, really looked at me.

His eyes went over to Parker and smiled. "What am I sayin'? Of course, it's gotta be her. She is your girl, after all. You proved it back in the locker-"

"I think you drank one too many beers, Clint."

Clinton snorted. "There is no such this as one too many beers for me." To prove his point, he took a long swig of beer.

"Well, I don't want to keep you." Parker said, suddenly in a hurry. "Sweet dreams with your beer."

"Sweet kisses with your girl," his friend replied. Then he went as far as to start making out with his bottle of beer, pausing to take a sip, and then go back to kissing it.

Parker rolled his eyes at his friend's stupidity and put his arm behind my back, urging me to continue walking, "C'mon, Naomi."

"Okay," I said, glancing behind me.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't have the guts to do it. I remembered the last party I went to, I didn't have the guts to ask if that was really a bra on the mailbox. But instead of a bra, it was a pair of boxers.

We maneuvered around the crowd of people towards the front door. I didn't remember Raymond's party to have so much people only at the front lawn. Having it be so crowded that it would be actually hard to go to the door, much less go into the party. But I guess Raymond isn't as popular as he thinks or wants to be.

I had to hold onto Parker's shoulder so I wouldn't accidentally get lost. But someone shoved his way between us, having me let go of his shoulder, having me then lose him in the crowd. I frantically looked around the place. Watching faces pass by in a blur, some familiar, some not.

"Parker?" I called out like I was some kid who lost his mom in the marker. "Park-"

Someone suddenly grabbed my hand. I turned and sighed with relief, seeing it was Parker. 

"You can easily get lost in the crowd," he told me with a reassuring smile. "Just hold my hand, okay?"

I nodded, smiling back at him. "Okay."

Pushing through the crowd, Parker and I finally made our way to the front door. And guess who was standing at the front door, the same bouncer I saw from Raymond's lame party. He was arguing with two guys that were trying to get into the party.

"I'm sorry you guys, but I can't let you in." He kept on telling them.

"That's a load of bull," one of them said.

"C'mon man, you know us," another argued. "Can't you let us in this time?"

He sighed in frustration. "I keep telling you guys. I can't let you in. The party's full, you gotta wait-"

"Ryan, my man," Parker said, interrupting the guy.

He looked at Parker and broke into a grin. "Well, if it isn't Party Parker." He mused as the two exchanged a fist bump. "It's about time you showed up."

"Yeah, but I'm here now, right?" Parker looked over Ryan's shoulder to take a look at the party. "So how's the party?"

"It's Daniel's party, so of course it's great," Ryan said. "Too great, actually. I've been arguing with people like them-" gesturing to the two guys who shot him a glare "-all night, and I haven't had time for a break and go to the party."

"That sucks. But that's the life of a bouncer right?"

Ryan shook his head sadly. "The things I do for a quick buck. But the pay is better that Raymond's lame party, am I right?"

Parker laughed. "Yeah, I can't believe I bothered going there, especially when the Musketeers crashed it."

I only have one thing to say to that. Whoops.

"Well anyway, do you think you could let me in?" Parker asked his friend.

He snorted. "What kind of question is that? Of course you can!"

"What?" The two guys demanded in unison.

"He just got here!"

"How come he gets to go in?"

"'Cause he's Party Parker!" Ryan retorted back. "Unless you can party like him, you can't get in."

"Hey, thanks Ryan, you're the best." Parker said.

"No problem, enjoy the party."

He smiled at him. "I will."

Parker stepped into the house and tugged my hand for me to follow. I passed between Ryan and the two other guys. He looked at me as I did and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey, is that..."

"Bumper, we're not done talking with you." A guy said.

Ryan snapped his eyes away and glared at the guys. "I'm going to tell you one last time. I'm not going to let you into the party!"

So here I am.

Loud music.

Hormonal, drunk teens.

Provocative dancing.

Underage bought alcohol.

Yes, you know you're in a party if you see all of these at once.

Suddenly I heard a huge holler. "Party Parker in the house!" Someone announced.

Everyone cheered at that. I could feel all eyes on me. But it was then I noticed that they weren't looking at me, they were just looking at Parker, Some people paused from dancing to look at us, others went around screaming Parker's name, spreading the word. 

"Parker's here!"

"It's Party Parker!"

"Now the party can start!"

I looked at Parker who was smiling at being recognized, but then he looked at me.

"I take it you're pretty well known in parties."

He shrugged. "Well, if you partied as hard as I do, you can." Parker paused as if he was remembering the memories and smiled.

I couldn't help but look at him in admiration. So that's what it's like to be popular. Everyone knows you, even when you don't know them back. People smile just looking at you. Everyone wants to be friends with you. Everyone wants to hang out with you. But Parker doesn't seem to let it get to his head. He knows that's he's popular, but he doesn't act like most popular people. And I know popular people.

"Will I be seeing the Party Parker tonight?" I asked him.

He grinned. "To my regret, no. It's because one, I can get pretty crazy when I'm drunk. And two, you're going to need a ride home."

"Maybe next time, then."

His grinned widened at that. "Next time?"

I shrugged making him laugh.

"Well, let me tell you the basics when either going out partying or clubbing." He said.

"So the student becomes the teacher," I mused, making the both of us laughed. "Okay, go on and teach me the basic of partying, oh wise one."

"One, never leave my side." He told me as he lifted one finger. "I've been going to parties like this since freshman year, and anything can happen to anyone. I don't want anything bad to you if I look away from you for only a second."

Parker now held up two fingers. "Two, don't take any drinks from anyone, they could have slipped something in it. You know someone slipped something when the drink tastes funny. If you want to drink something, drink it from a bottle or a can. Either open it yourself or watch the person open for you. Never leave your drink, keep it in your hand at all times."

"And three," he said, now showing three fingers. "Just don't get drunk, stay sober the whole night. I don't want you to do anything stupid, and believe me, I've done stupid. But you being stupid is considered average for us mere average IQ people-" I couldn't help but laugh at this "-When you're drunk, you tend to do bold things, many of them will be things you'll regret. And the last thing I want is to bring you home drunk."

When he was finished, he crossed his arms and looked at me. "Now, tell me what you learned young pupil."

"A pop quiz already?" I whined. "But I didn't even study!"

"Naomi..."

"Okay, fine," I said, now lifting my fingers one by one. "One, never leave your side. Two, don't take drinks from anyone. And three, don't get drunk... tonight."

He smiled and ruffled my hair. "I've taught you well, young grasshopper. Now c'mon, let's go get you something to drink."

"Something in a bottle or can," I reminded him. "And I'm going to watch you as you open it."

Parker laughed. "You're a fast learner. Now let's go." He began to walk into the crowd and I followed right behind him.

This party seemed crazier than Raymond's party, and I considered that party already crazy. There was a DJ for the party. And it wasn't one of those professional DJs. It was some kid who was some DJ wannabe, dressing in flashy clothes and acting like he was a real DJ. He was the cause of the music, playing songs considered "good" now-a-days again and again, though people either liked the music or too drunk to even notice much less care. The music was so loud you could feel the vibrations of it through the air. My ears were already ringing from its volume. The music was playing throughout my whole body like a stereo, the beats pounding like a heartbeat.

The whole house was the dance floor. Drunk people dance with each other with no shame at all. Parker was right when he said drunk people get bolder. They might as well get a room rather than dance like that. Though people with no partners were so drunk, they were dancing stupidly, coming up with their own moves. Everyone was so drunk, they didn't care how stupid the person looked and cheered the person on. I think that dance move should either be the jellyfish or drunk person looking as if he's drowning, I can't tell them apart. People who weren't dancing were either flirting with each other in the sidelines. Guys were using their best pick-up lines and drunk girls were giggling their asses off. There were couples who already went through the flirting stage and were already making out with each other.

And if you weren't either dancing or flirting, then you were drinking. There were people who were drinking beer one after another. Others were doing beer pong which I've seen in the movies, and I have to admit, some were quite good at it. Then there were people crowded together, chanting "chug, chug, chug" again and again. I stopped walking and did my best to look over a few shoulders to see what was going on. Everyone was surrounding five guys who were at the middle of the circle. One was holding a funnel while pouring beer after beer into the funnel as another passed him the bottles. The funnel was connected to a tube, at the end of the tube was the third guy. He was doing a head stand while two other guys were holding him up. As he did this, he was drinking the beers through the tube.

"Man, look at Scott go!" One guy said to another in front of me.

His friend laughed. "That's nothing. You should see Parker do it, they don't call it the beer bong king for nothing."

I raised an eyebrow at the mention of Parker's name. So this is called beer bong. I've also seen these in movies, but I never knew the correct term for it.

"No kidding, one party, I saw him drink three six packs of beers straight." He continued. "No one noticed that he passes out until they went on to the next beer."

I snorted, turning around. "Wow, I didn't know you were called the beer bong king too, Park-" I paused and looked around. "Parker?"

I hit my forehead at my stupidity, scolding myself for my curiosity. I stopped following Parker to watch the crowd that was cheering for a guy doing beer bong. While I stopped, he must have kept on walking, thinking I was right behind him. I barely arrived the part and I already broke rule number one, don't leave Parker's side.

I sighed. "Great." Now how am I going to find him? This place is huge to begin with, and I don't even have his number.

"Think, Naomi, think." I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. Then I remembered that Parker and I were going somewhere to get a drink. Maybe if I go to some drink table or the kitchen, I can find him there.

Then I embarked on the journey to find Parker.

Which became a complete failure.

I've been wandering around this place for what felt like hours, but when I checked my phone only an hour passed by. This whole house was bigger than it looks, and it feels like a maze. I didn't bother asking anyone where the kitchen is after the first few times, everyone's either too drunk, pointed to the nearest keg, or offered me their own drink. I swear, I passed beer bong guy three times before deciding I was lost. Its official, I hate parties. It's crowded, noisy, smelly, and I'm sweating like I ran extra laps for Ms. Ramos class. All this walking had actually made me quite parched. I might as well take a break before going back on my search for my driver. I wandered some more before someone suddenly bumped into me while dancing, making me nearly tip over a punch bowl.

My face lit up. "Ooh, fruit punch."

I grabbed a cup and I heard a couple of yells. I turned to look a bunch of guys glaring at me.

"What?" I asked them.

"You're messing up our game, that's what," one of them said.

"That's for our beer pong," another said, gesturing to the cup I was holding.

At the same table of the punch bowl, there was a huge set up of a bunch of cups in a pattern. At the other side of the table was the same pattern of cups with another group of guys.

"Could you put it back?" A guy asked, "I'm on a streak, here." He held up a ping pong to show me.

"Sorry," I said, putting the cup back to its original position. "I didn't notice, I thought it was for the punch."

"Whatever, it's alright." The same guy said. "The cups for the drinks are behind the punch bowl."

I thanked them, but they were already going back to their game. He threw the ping pong into one of the cups, well tried to anyway. He cursed when it hit the edge of the cup instead.

"Streak ended." His friend said, laughing at him, which deserved a punch from the guy.

Snickering to myself at that, I grabbed a plastic cup from behind the punch bowl. Then I got the ladle for the punch bowl and scooped up some of the fruit punch. I poured the drink into the cup before setting the ladle down. And just when I was about the drink the punch, bringing the cup up to my lips, I paused.

"Two, don't take any drinks from anyone, they could have slipped something in it. You know someone slipped something when the drink tastes funny. If you want to drink something, drink it from a bottle or a can. Either open it yourself or watch the person open for you. Never leave your drink, keep it in your hand at all times."

I looked down at the plastic cup, studying my drink. Then I looked at the source of the punch, the punch bowl itself. I didn't take drinks from anyone, I poured my drink myself, and no one could have slipped anything during that time. But then again, someone could have done something to the punch bowl before I got here.

I looked at the beer bong guys. "Hey, is this drink spiked?" I asked them.

They paused from their game and shrugged in unison.

"I don't know."

"I don't think so."

"I just got here, how am I supposed to know?"

Sighing, I looked back at my drink. I wanted to drink something so badly, and it was fruit punch, I love fruit punch. There was only one way to find out if any was wrong with punch. Once again I brought the cup to my lips and took a cautious sip. Parker said the drink would taste funny if something was wrong with it. But it doesn't taste funny, it tastes like fruit punch. I smiled at my drink, maybe someone was nice enough to leave some fruit punch for non-alcoholic people. With that, I drank the punch down until the last drop.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

What can I say? I love fruit punch. Though I don't remember fruit punch having the effect of making me dizzy. I shook my head, trying to shake the dizziness away. Suddenly something was thrown into the punch bowl, some of the punch flew onto my shirt. I staggered back a bit in surprise, looking at the panda on my shirt. He looks like became a vampire and had drank some blood. I looked back at the punch bowl and saw a ping pong ball floating on it. I picked it up from the bowl and wiped the fruit punch off on my shirt. Then I looked at the beer bong guys who were looking at me, waiting for me to return them back their ping pong ball to continue the game.

I smiled stupidly then took a big swig of some more fruit punch. Then I told them as I tossed the ping pong into the air and caught it.

"Let me show you boys how to really beer bong."

"It's beer pong."

"Right. Beer pong."

Ah, the classic naïve heroine getting drunk in a party. You're probably thinking how stupid Naomi is for doing that, and how cliché this is. Well, all I can do is laugh and write the next chapter. Let's see how cliché I'm willing to take this. I mean who knows. Maybe I'm doing this for a reason. But anyway, the next chapter will be the second part of tonight. It'll be funnier and... cuter.  Plus, I put that "Okay?" "Okay" in the chapter just to see how many people will comment "TFIOS". Man, I'm evil.

This chapter is dedicated EmilyJodhan, a great friend of mine here on Wattpad. I talk to her a lot in Wattpad, she's super nice and fun to talk to. I hope you enjoyed this chapter Emily.

Oh, and if any of you are bored, I've taken a look at my story I love writing but haven't had the chance to write. I'm thinking of working on the next chapter on it again because I miss writing it and I wonder what will happen next. So if any of you are bored and have the time, check out one of my stories, "Missed My Stop". If you like this story, you might like that one as well. It's an adventure story, where two unlikely people travel across America to reach a party in two weeks. If you like Naomi, then you would like Rebecca Finch, the main character with a snarky personality and British accent.

And guess what? I'm going to pretend you replied and said, "What?" This book just reached 300,000 reads last night! I also got 13,000 votes in my profile, but who cares about that, TGGBB, just reached 300,000 reads! I want to thank you all for this awesome journey so far. For taking my cliche sounding book a chance and loving (or hating for any Parker, Angels or Raymond haters over there) the characters I came up right up here- taps head and it makes a hollow sound. You've been the best readers and fans any writer could ever have. I love you all, thank you so much everyone.

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