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More Than a Feeling
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The majority of the partygoers had assembled in Alice’s living area. They pushed, they shoved, and they jumped on top of one another, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was happening. They shouted incoherently, violently, chanting "FIGHT" repeatedly, until the word became unrecognizable. In the center of it all was a massive blob of arms and legs, heads and hands, pushing, punching, grabbing, scratching, pulling, moving with a slow rapidity about the room, destroying everything that crossed its path.
Alice couldn’t believe it. The staircase had provided a bird’s eye view to the madness, and she had no idea what to do. One of the French doors, the beautiful glass French doors separating the living area from the foyer was destroyed, the glass shattered as the door hung limply on one hinge. Lord knows what else they had ruined. She turned to her friends, desperate. "Guys! What do we do?"
Dana shook her head. "We can’t do anything." She shouted over the noise.
"We have to do something!"
"What, like break it up?" Bette asked sarcastically. "You go ahead, we’ll be right behind you."
Alice squinted fiercely at Bette. "Normally Porter, I’d high five you for the retort, but now is not the time!" She looked around again for an idea, just one idea to emerge from the sea of raging teenagers. Suddenly, it hit her, and the light bulb above her head went off. She searched for any sign that it still lived on, and there, shining, glistening in the spotlight that only she could see, were the turntables.
But more importantly, the microphone that came with it.
"I have an idea, I need everyone’s help!" Alice exclaimed, grabbing Dana’s arm, leading her down the stairs towards the chaos below. "Come on–"
Dana jerked backward, stopping Alice at the head of the stairs. "What are you doing?"
Alice pointed above the crowd to the barely together turntable piece. "I’m cleaning house." She pulled at Dana’s sleeve, but looked past her to Bette and Tina, who seemed puzzled, unsure, and afraid all at the same time. "You gotta help me get to the mic!"
"Are you crazy!" Tina shouted, grabbing hold of Dana’s other arm. "You’ll get crushed!"
"There’s no way you’re making it over there." Bette agreed.
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cruel manda cruel
Well this is one way for Alice to get Bette and Tina to help clean up.
‘”We’re going to get trampled!” Bette screamed, letting go of Tina to cover her face just in time for a boy to trip over her. “AHH!” The kid hit the floor, but quickly stood back up, shouting and cheering the whole time.’ LMAO I swear I nearly fell outta my chair laughing over that. I must be an addict because a day or so ago I realized the spring semester was quickly ending and got excited thinking you might have a chance to post more often. lol Luckily I’ve never been to a party that was anywhere near that rowdy, but a buddy of mine threw a party that came close to it. It was a Halloween party and everyone and their brother showed up, including people he and his sister didn’t even know. He said people were cutting lines on pizza boxes (reason enough why I was glad I skipped that event), and one time his sister went to answer the door by saying, “Hey! Want a beer?” And it was a police officer. Oh, and their mom’s house is maybe an 8th of the size you described Alice house. If these girls don’t get in any trouble it will be beyond a miracle.
Alice is to smart! she went for a beer while her friends was fighting to reached the mic! what a caracter! but now they are in a big problem i don’t think they can make it! but let us know soon please!
Does 5 0 make into the house and see it, or does Alice figure out away to keep them out? That is theee question of the day. This is not looking for the girls. Alice has got to keep them from coming in. I am glad that I am not there. I would have been buried underneath the house if my dad found out. Great chapter and definately can not wait until the next one appears.
Damn this is dangerous and trouble coming, let see hows Alice gonna handle this. OK post soon please, thanks!
because… Because… Because there are a lot of women in there naked? Kissing? Because… Damn… How is Alice gonna get herself out of this one?
LOL! Nice update. I wonder what Alice is going to do. :D
Alice has rights…she does not have to open the door, all she has to say is that, or do you have a warrant???
I was waiting for Alice to tell the officer he couldn’t come in because of the dead hooker in the living room. This story is fun, fun, fun.
Thank you for the birthday wishes Manda! I turned 26 and it was definitely one to remember. When I saw that you had posted on my b-day I said that it was going to be a good day…sadly, I actually said that to the screen on my laptop. Enough about me. Let’s discuss your fanfuckingtastic story….actually, that’s how I would describe this chapter as well. I’m hoping the cops peace out of Alice’s house pronto. Don’t they know that there’s extensive making out to be done? I also hope that the respective couples have their priorities in order…making up and making out first THEN cleaning. Thanks for the chapter and I hope you post soon.
i’m sure alice will come up with a good reason or will keep the officer long enough or them to clean…LOL, post soon
You can’t stop there Manda…Alice is so crazy, funny and very annoying. I didn’t understand why Tina would react like she did, just because Bette touched her ass, I know she has never been with a girl before but surely a boy must has touched her ass before!!! Poor Bette she reeeeeeally has to be patient :o)) Post soon please and I hope your finals turns out great.
WHAT? I can’t press the “Next post by this author button” ? *pouts.. I so freakin’ love this story, I started reading it yesterday from the very first chapter, I can’t believe I made it to the last one you posted, now I want more.. More.. MORE..