A/N:I know my chapters are kinda short, especially the last one. But on chapter three, I started out with five pages and decided to cut it down. It ended up coming out to less than a page when I typed it out. I’m going to put the rest of it up now but please don’t flame me for writing short chapters. It annoys me as much as it annoys you. TRUST ME.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the bands or anything that is a copyrighted or trademark item affiliated in my story. If there is anything else that you find familiar throughout the story, that is mere coincidence.

TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS Chapter four

In the end, Meana Decided on a black mini skirt with soft pleats, a black belt with red studs, and a black tank top that had red glitter stripes going horizontally around it. When she finished getting dressed, she headed upstairs and into the bathroom. She pulled her hair out of its messy ponytail and straightened the jagged layers until it looked like it was chemically straightened. For her makeup, she decided to go wild. She put on a thin line of liquid black liner on her top lid and pulled it out about a quarter of an inch past her eye. On her bottom lid, she used a bright red under her lashes. Once she finished, she swiped on some black mascara that had red glitter mixed in onto her lashes.

As she was tying her black chucks with the red laces that had black stars, the doorbell rang. Meana walked to the door, grabbing her Boys Like Girls hoodie off of the back of the chair on her way. Meana stepped out of the door and pulled it closed behind her, locking it where Paul tackling her to the ground greeted her.

“ACK! Paul, how much sugar have you had today?!”

“Not that much. A Coke, three Pepsis, seven doughnuts, a bowl of fruity pebbles, a box of milk duds, a bag of jolly ranchers, and three Twinkies. I usually have a lot more.”

“…”

“What?! When I get bored, I eat sugar!”

“You’re going to explode.”

“Oh my little star, no I won’t.”

“Yes. Yes you will.”

“Grr…no I won’t. I’ll just crash for a few hours is all.”

“Whatever you say Paul. So…where’s this party, anyway?”

“It’s my cousin’s birthday party. He’s turning twenty-one. It’s over on the other side of town so we had better leave now.” Paul sat up and pulled Meana over to his little dodge Nissan and opened the door for her. After arguing for twenty minutes about what CD to put in (underOATH, Paul’s choice), they were on the highway, on the way to Paul’s cousin’s house. Paul was screaming along with In Regard’s to Myself with the windows rolled down, scaring the people who were driving past them. A couple of times, a car full of bleached blonde preps and their jock boyfriends drove by and started yelling things along the lines of,

“Shut the FUCK up, you freak! No one cares about you!”

“Go kill yourself, little queer!”

“No one wants you around! Go slit your wrists!”

“Stupid emo boy! Go hang yourself from your ceiling fan!”

Paul just looked out the window and started singing Barbie Girl by Aqua earning him a good amount of dirty looks from the car full of preps. He just grinned at them and sped up, leaving them a ways behind his car.

Paul took an exit that led into one of the upper-middle class neighborhoods and went down three or four streets until he pulled onto one last one called “cherry street.”

“How original.” Meana commented

“They used to live on one called mulberry lane. I think they have a fetish with berries and fruits.”

“…That’s creepy.”

“Only a little.”

Suddenly, Paul flew into a driveway and hit the breaks, without so much as slowing down, Causing Meana to scream again.

“Oh, my fucking GOD Paul!” I’m never getting in a car with you driving again! You almost killed me! I swear I saw my life flashing before my eyes! My life has been really boring…STOP TICKLING ME!”

“We’re Hereeeeeeee!” Paul grinned, still tickling Meana.

Meana retaliated by poking him in the stomach, causing to make him make a funny noise that sounded like a cross between a duck and a cat. The street was full of cars and music was pouring out of the open windows of the house. Before Meana knew what was going on, Paul pulled her up and out of her seat, to the front door, where he just barged in.

After fifteen minutes of being dragged around meeting several people, who’s names she could only remember two of, Paul took Meana into the kitchen and got them drinks. Meana accepted it gratefully and downed it in two gulps. Paul looked at her and just laughed, sipping his carelessly. He had casually wrapped his arm around her tiny waist, so guys “wouldn’t try to take her into a dark room and do bad things to her” as Paul had put it. The strange thing was, when ever he moved it to adjust his shirt or something else, she got this strange wanting feeling in the pit of her stomach and when he replaced his arm, she got tingles all up and down her spine, causing her to repress a shiver that was threatening to expose itself.

After Meana had reached her limit of canned sodas and punch, she moved onto Vodka and the occasional Kahlua After three hours at the party, two of which she spent drinking the alcohol, she was on the dance floor grinding up against a few guys and the occasional girl that came up behind her. Paul had also had his share of beers and was currently on the couch making out with some random girl that had spiky purple hair and a septum piercing. Meana personally thought she wasn’t at all attractive and resembled a bull because of the piercing but she was having fun dancing and didn’t give it much thought until the purple headed girl that Meana had so lovingly dubbed “barney” started letting her hands roam over the fly and button of Paul’s girl pants. But once she saw “barney” grab Paul’s hand and pull him upstairs, she decided to follow them. A little ways down the upstairs hall, she saw Paul and “barney” up against the far wall, “barney” pressing herself onto Paul’s lean frame, playing with his little Nintendo controller belt buckle, Paul trying to push her hands away.

Meana went up to the two and pushed “barney out of her way and threw herself onto Paul and kissed him deeply.

“Oh sweetie, I thought you were going to come and find me! Leave the purple people eater behind us and come with me.” She kissed him even more deeply and pulled him into the nearest room. Once she closed the door behind them, she pulled away from their somewhat awkward kiss, although if you had seen it you wouldn’t have thought it was awkward for them, and giggled nervously.

“Seems like I saved you from barney back there.”

“Yeah. Thanks for that. I see her at most of the parties my cousin throws. She always throws herself at me and if I’m drunk enough, I usually just make out with her. But tonight, I guess she wanted to do more.”

“Yeah I noticed. Seems like we both turn into whores when we’re drunk. I lost count of how many guys I danced with tonight. And I know there were even more who tried to get me to come upstairs with them.”

“That’s disturbing. You skank!”

“This coming from the guy who was making out with barney the bull!”

“Barney the bull…?”

“Uh…well see…I was watching you two off and on for the past twenty minutes or so and the hair made me think of barney, hence calling her the purple people eater in the hall, and the septum piercing made me think of a bull, not to mention she was built like one too.”

“Uh huh…star, you are one odd girl.”

“I know.”

“Mmmm…that bed looks comfy…the sugars wearing off.”

“Why don’t you take a nap?”

“I was planning on it. I’m sure my cousin won’t mind us staying the night.”

“Us…?”

“Well duh. I wasyour ride here after all.”

“Good point. Well my mom is out of town anyway so I guess I’ll stay.”

“Good. Now come and lay down with me.” Paul patted the empty side of the bed next to him.

Meana Lay down next to him and was asleep almost instantly. When Paul thought she had fallen completely into a state of unconsciousness he said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Meana, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I’m so glad I smacked you in the head with that door.”