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Chapter 30: Who Writes This Many Parties?

This is the third party I've written in thirty chapters. I don't know why I write so many (mostly because I'm not someone that enjoys going to large parties) but they are so much fun. Enjoy!

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Sarah, Davey, and Les Jacobs showed up to Medda's theater at 1:45 in the afternoon, the exact time the party was set to start.

They always liked being on time, probably because their mom was always on time. Mayer was always a bit late, but he was there. They smiled at the memory.

"You know", Les starts, shouldering his backpack. "This is the third birthday party we've been to in the span of...what, three months?"

"Correction: The third party you guys have been to", Sarah points a soft smile on her face. "I've never been to one."

"Well, they're a lot of fun", Les says, nodding. "But it might actually be the fourth."

"Fourth?" Davey scratches his head in confusion. "What?"

"Yeah, that one small party Race threw", Les nods, remembering. "After he wasn't feelin' good that one day."

"What are you standin' at the door for?" The three siblings turned toward Race, who stood with a half-smirk. "No one's inside yet, but we can't have you freezin' on the doorstep."

Sarah smiled and put her hand out. "I'm Sarah."

"I've heard", Race mutters skeptically, trying not to make his smile fall. He accepted her hand and threw a glance at Davey, who nodded assuredly. "Welcome."

"Is Books here?" Les walked inside without an answer, his older comrades laughing at him as he went. Race shook his head, crossing his arms.

"I can't blame him", he smiles, looking back at him. "I was just like that when I first started datin' Spot."

Davey chuckled, absolutely believing that was true. The two of them were smitten for each other. So much so, he'd consider Race Brooklyn's prince.

"Oh, yeah!" Race widened the door with a grand smile. "Come in."

Davey grinned back and walked in, Sarah following him nervously.

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Was Jack late to his own party? Maybe.

But for good reason! He had to get mint chocolate chip ice cream, cookies, and a random birthday cake. Why? Because he decided to become friends with a bunch of lactose intolerant people.

"Hey, don't complain!" Jack rolled his eyes at his brother, who was sitting in the shopping cart. "That's better than some people are doin'."

"Always the optimist, Crutch", Jack says tiredly, looking back and forth between aisles. He was tired, his neck hurt, and he honestly just wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend. "Why did we decide to do this?"

"Because not everyone likes their birthdays", Crutchie reminded, grabbing a random bag of chips. "And you's the one who had a party on the same day for three years."

Jack nodded, rubbing his forehead. "Right."

"Why don't we talk about somethin' else? How are you and Davey?"

Jack blushed slightly and cleared his throat, a small smile on his lips. "We's great."

"We'S gReAt! Come on, Jack, give me more than that!"

Jack laughed as he turned into an aisle, causing Crutchie to swear under his breath and grab onto the basket. "Jackson!"

"What is with everyone and that name?" Jack shook his head. "Anyway, he's amazin'. I've never felt this way about a person."