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The Simpsons Highschool AU (Part Two)

The time read 8:30 as Waylon arrived at his destination. He didn't even need to look at the invitation to know that this was the right place. The mansion was even bigger than Monty had described, and he was slightly intimidated by the size of the building. As he pulled into the driveway, he could see several people standing outside, and heard the faint sound of dubstep music from inside. 

This was a terrible idea, he thought.

He never liked being around lots of people, nor did he like loud sounds or music. He would rather be anywhere but here. But he reminded himself of why he was coming, and the person he was going to see, and those thoughts were immediately cast aside. He jumped out of the car, and walked down the long driveway to the front doors. Upon reaching them, he stood outside for a moment and slowly exhaled, bracing himself for what was about to happen, before grasping the handles, and swinging the doors forward.

It was his worst nightmare. A rush of sound and a burst of light slammed into him, causing him to step back in alarm. The room was packed with people, all of whom were dancing to the beat of the song, which was playing on speakers at full volume. Strobe lights were flashing all different colors, illuminating the walls and the faces of the crowd. Waylon immediately considered turning back and forgetting that this had ever happened, but he had to stay. He had to see Monty at least once before he left. 

He walked forward into the mass of people, trying not to bump into anyone or make eye contact. The former proved nearly impossible, since there were so many people there. He recognized several of them from the high school, and attempted to avoid them as much as possible, but there was no sign of Monty anywhere in the building. He definitely did not want to go asking around for him, because he didn't want to come off as desperate, and he wanted to limit any social interaction that he had to the minimum. But eventually, after searching fruitlessly for his friend, he knew he had to.

He went into the kitchen, which was far less crowded than the rest of the house. Several different snacks and drinks were on the countertop, with a large bowl of punch in the center. A boy that Waylon recognized was serving the punch in red plastic cups to his friends. He walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy turned around and smiled.

"Ah, Waylon!" he exclaimed. "I didn't think you'd come, I thought parties weren't your thing!"

"Hi, Moe." Waylon said shyly. "I didn't want to come, but Monty practically forced me to."

"Heh, understandable," Moe said. He turned to pour another cup of the drink. "Drink?" he offered.

Waylon was skeptical about the punch, but nevertheless took it, praying that it hadn't been spiked. "Thanks. Have you seen Monty, by the way?"

"Oh yeah," Moe rolled his eyes. "He's out back, doing the Keg King challenge. I have money bets on him," he told him. "Lenny and Carl each owe me ten dollars if he beats Bart's record."

"Thanks again," Waylon said, running out of the kitchen.

He quickly made his way through the mass of people, heading for the other side of the house. As he finally reached the back doors, he could see a crowd gathered, screaming and cheering. Confused, he headed closer to the source of the commotion. In the center of the crowd was a familiar-looking kid, hunched over a massive keg of beer. A boy beside him was holding what appeared to be a stopwatch, and was counting up from around thirty, along with everyone else. Waylon sighed.

The mass of people had reached 42 when Monty finally surfaced, gasping for air. The kid beside him, who Waylon recognized as Barney Gumble, grabbed his wrist and held it in the air, shouting, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a new Keg King!"