Cup of Roasted Coffee

18; fergalicious

charlatte -> overaged assholes
Sam is having a BBQ today and said I could invite some friends!

TedRich -> overaged assholes
Cool, who are you inviting?

mellyfaith -> overaged assholes
Ted omf

charlatte -> overaged assholes
Did you guys want to come? It starts at 4!

emmaperk -> overaged assholes
We'd love to, Char

Sam and Charlotte's house wasn't the fanciest, nor the biggest house out there. It was a humble one story with two bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was a kitchen with a counter and an island, a living room with a couch and a TV, and a backyard with a grill and a cooler. They were modest with their money in order to save up for more important things.

Charlotte was pacing frantically around the halls and through different rooms, preparing for the arrival of her best friends. Sam's friends were already there and she could hear both them and their music equally from the opposite side of the property. She made sure everything was perfect. She'd hate for the people who hadn't been over before to get a poor first impression of the place.

A collective cheer could be heard from a distance. She assumed someone on screen had just earned major points in the football game going on. The noise frightened one of the cats, and she watched as the animal ran out of the kitchen. Maybe it would be better if she put the cats away. She didn't know if Emma had an allergy or Paul had a horrendous phobia. Yes, the cats would be put away at once. She did multiple laps around the house, ending each one with a dump of cats into the guest bedroom. Once all eleven of them were locked in the room, she considered herself finished.

She looked over everything. It was all in perfect order. As long as none of the boys came in from outside, she'd be set.

The doorbell rang and she took it as her cue to begin hosting. She ran over to the door, opening it wide to see Paul, Bill, and Emma all standing there with varying sizes of smiles on their faces. "Oh, you're here!"

Charlotte led her friends into the kitchen, where the girls took seats at the counter and the boys stood on the opposing side. She offered them the regular food and drink, gesturing to multiple layouts of each. They took what they liked, which wasn't much, and exchanged looks among the four of them.

"Is that Sam and his friends in the backyard?" Emma asked, pointing to the screen door where a group of men were surrounding a fourteen-inch screen.

"Huh? Oh, yes, that's the-" Charlotte was about to continue her sentence but was cut off by the sound of a certain Fergie song playing from the loudspeakers outside. Everyone turned their heads in confusion. Fergalicious at a BBQ full of grown men?

"Oh my god, I've been dreaming of this day since I was a baby." Emma watched the scene in glee. Mostly everyone out there was singing along and dancing. She wanted to videotape it so badly.

Paul and Bill, both confused as hell, tried their best not to laugh. Paul took it upon himself to inform the poor souls out there about their situation. He made his way over to the door and stood right next to the opening. "You know we can hear you all, right?"

"Who's that?"
"One of Charlotte's friends I think...?"
"Shit! Why didn't you tell us she was staying?"
"I thought she was leaving!"
"It's apart of the game, don't worry!"
"Why the fuck would Fergalicious be playing at a football game, bro?"
"I don't know!"

Emma and Charlotte couldn't help but laugh at the sound of the mini argument outside. Even Paul had to stop himself from letting himself crack. He poked his head outside to see they had moved on and returned to his spot in the kitchen.