𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍?

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎

My high wears off, and Chris's halo disappears.

I still think he's an angel, though. How could he be anything else?

"Hey, Nova, can you do me a favor?" Andy asks, from his perch on Chris's bed. His fingers weave through Chris's curls as he braids them into two pigtails. "Can you call the Alice house and tell them to get their asses over here?"

"Sure. You mean Gracie and Layne's place, right?"

"Yeah."

"Who all lives there, anyway?"

"Well, Layne and Gracie, of course, and Kat, and then the rest of Alice pretty much crashes there too."

"Okay. I'll call."

"Thanks, and then call Stone, Jeff, Bruce, Greg, Kim, Hiro, and Matt. Tell 'em we're having a party."

"We are?"

"Now we are. I came up with the idea exactly fifty-six seconds ago, so we better get ready quick. Hey, Chris! Go to the corner store and pick up some beer."

"With what money?" The other singer

"This money." Andy whips off his black top hat and pulls a crumpled twenty from inside. Chris's jaw drops.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Magic."

"No, really. Where'd you get it?"

"Like I said, Chris, magic. Don't question my methods, just go buy some goddamn alcohol."

"Okay, okay." Chris agrees, pulling on his boots. "I'm going."

"Now, Nova, can you make those calls? I'm gonna see about cleaning up a little bit."

"I don't even know who some of these people are!"

"It's okay, just tell 'em Andy gave you the message. The phone numbers are Sharpied on the cabinet."

"Alright."

First, I call the "Alice house," as Andy called it. Layne picks up on the first ring.

"We're having a party. Andy says get your asses over here." I inform him.

"Okay. When?"

"Now. And, bring your Crüe records."

"Andy said that?"

"No, dumbass, I said that. We're gonna have a full on Crüefest."

"We'll be over as soon as Jerry stops being passed out."

"What?"

"He's passed out in the bathtub wearing floaties on his arms. Don't ask. I have no idea."

"I...have questions. Anyways, see ya soon." I hang up on Layne and move on to the next guy on the list.

A voice I don't recognize answers when I call Stone's parents' house.

"Yo, what up?"

"Hi, who's this?"

"Jeff. Jeff Ament."

"Yeah, I'm calling for Stone but you're invited too. Andy says get over here, we're having a party. Pass it on to Stone."

"Who are you?"

"Your mom." I say, and hang up before I crack up.

Next on the messily Sharpied cabinet are two guys that I don't know, listed together: Bruce & Greg. I dial in the number and hope for the best.