Jared: Ughhhhh I don't wanna do this!
Me: Too bad! It'll be funnnnn!
Jared: No it won't. I've seen Connor's ask or dare book. It doesn't look or sound fun.
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Jared, Zoe, Evan, Micheal, Jeremy, Connor, Jake, me, Vivi, Christine, and Jared's bro Brian: F*CK DA POLICE! *With the confidence of guys who have already been to jail and aren't afraid of it anymore, like "I served my nickle, you come and take me!" but white children.*
Youngblood: Apparently the reason why someone said, "Something, something, police" was because the police were there.
Larry: *In a police uniform.* . . . . .
A sea of drunk toddlers: F*CK THE POLICE! *In his FACE.*
Larry: *Is almost impressed.* . . . Wow. . . *Into Walkie talkie.* GET THE PATTY WAGON!
Me: *Grabs an alcohol bottle and throws it to the ground.* SCATTER!
Everyone: *Runs in different directions like that seen from Ratatouille.*
Youngblood: *Thinks: I'VE NEVER CLIMBED A FENCE THAT HIGH BEFORE!* Then I woke up at home.
~Timeskip.~
Jared: Hey! Were you at my party on Saturday?
Youngblood: No. *Like a liar.*
Jared: things got really out of hand, someone broke the pool table, someone took a sh*t on my dad's computer. . . but the worse thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it!
Youngblood: *Thinks: . . . . Did I do that? No. I would never. . . But I guess I'll never be sure. . .*
~2 YEARS LATER.~
Youngblood: *Hanging with Connor.*
Connor: Hey. I wanna show you something.
Youngblood: *Follows him to a side room off his bedroom. Thinks: NEVER A GOOD THING TO HAVE.*
Connor: *Opens door. The walls are covered with old antique pictures he's stolen from parties over the years.*
Youngblood: *Whisper yells.* Wwhhhhyyyyy Why do you do this?!
Connor: Because. It's the one thing you can't replace.
