Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story

Party!

Mostly Damon-centered, on Dalarenzo's request.

Love you all. <3

„You heard there is going to be this huge party tonight?" Damon asked nonchalantly, picking at something green that was supposed to be a steak. The whole family was gathered on the early dinner.

„No." Oliver answered, also looking at the green thing, although in his own plate.

„Well, there is this party..." „I KNOW there is a party, Damon."

„Yeah, now that I told you. You're welcome." He smiled sarcasticaly. Someone chuckled.

Oliver gritted his teeth, partly from frustation, and partly from an enormuos effort put in swalloving the green blob. He promised himself to never let Dylan cook anything more complicated than pasta. Or cereal. God knows what he'd manage to do with boiling hot water.

„So, I was wondering..."

„No, you can't go."

„What? Why?!"

„You know why. You are the only one old enough to go, and Dean and I are both out of the town tonight. Meaning that A) no one will be able to go pick you up - no, you can't drive, I know there will be alcohol. Which I also don't really support. But that won't be problem since you're not going, and you're not going 'cause B) you'll be here, babysitting others."

„Babysitting?!" Jamie and Dylan shouted at the same time.

„I don't need a fuc...bloody babysitter." Jamie announced, rubbing the sting Dean's hand left on the back of his head. In the same time, Oliver looked up from his plate. „You're still grounded. We could left Stefan, of course, but this way you" he pointed at Jamie „won't be able to provoke him into letting you go, and you" he pointed at Damon „are going to have some responsibility to worry about."

Damon just opened his mouth to object, but Dylan beat him to it.

„Hey, guys? Zac's sleeping at Aiden's after the game tonight. And I'm staying at Scott's. Just to remind you.." Again. „Besides, I know I'm second youngest and everything, but even if I were here, I don't need a babysitter. In fact, I could be a babysitter!" Everyone raised an eyebrow on his comment.

„Hey, Dy?" Stefan called him. „Yeah?" „Do you remember that night last summer when we left you home alone with Zac and Pete? When you insisted you'll be the one in charge?"

„Oh!" Zac laughed. „That time he decided to make pancakes with votka instead of water?"
„Noo!" Pete interrupted, smiling. „It was the time he wanted to make bath bombs!"

„The one that colored his hair red?" „No, no, the nuclear one."

„Oh, c'mon!" Dylan interrupted them, dangling the stupid steak in front of himself. How exactly has it turned green, of all the colours?

„It wasn't all that bad! Besides, I'm not even the worst babysitter. What about Jamie?" Dean stopped him immidiately, laughing. „Let's better not talk about the 'Deadly chainsaws' incident any time soon, okay? It took me three days to erase that permanent eyeliner from his eyes." He shook his finger at Jamie, who blushed and hid his face in his arms.

„Oh God, don't remind me." He moaned. „I though Zac was going to stay deaf!" Everybody laughed.

„That evening was still better than this dinner." Zac commented, his face as green as the steak in question. „Back then I almost went deaf. After this, I'll be glad if I don't get poisoned!"