The Chisholm house

[Jude Chisholm]

This is where Acacia, Jude and Ash (I didn't make him yet but he lives here) So basically, the living room and the kitchen are right when you walk in and then up stairs is Jude and Ash's room, their parents room, and their little sisters' room. Acacia gets her own room because she lives in the attic. 

[Trent Bennet]

Why their parents thought it would be a good idea to leave three teenagers alone in the house for a week, well that was a good question. The Chisholm’s weren’t the best parents in the world anyway, and they probably wouldn’t care that their three oldest children were having a party. They decided to take Harley and September to with them when they went to go visit family back in Chicago, and left the older three because they had school. Which wasn’t the greatest plan ever, but hey. Party. Acacia was the one doing most of the decorating and getting things set up, her brothers sat in their room not really helping with anything, because Ash really didn’t want to have a party in the first place, and Jude was really anti-social.

So she didn’t expect that many people at her party, but she had plenty of alcohol, because she knew where her parents hid it, and they could always like play a game or something if they got bored. She had set a bunch of cups on the counter a long with random bottles of alcohol that she had found, and music was playing from the stereo in the living room. There was also a bunch of cans of soda, on the table, in case someone didn’t want to drink. She bought everything she could think of, and was currently downing a can of diet vanilla coke.

“Don’t you think mom is gonna be mad?” Jude asked. He came down the stairs while Acacia was changing the music, trying to find something that would fit the mood. The party was supposed to start pretty soon, and while she was a regular party goer she never really hosted one before.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” she said. Settling on a song. Jude plopped down on the couch, and looked at his sister.

“Doesn’t everyone say that before they get caught?” he asked. Instead of answering him, his older sister hit him with a throw pillow, waiting for the door to ring so that they could get the party started.

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[Forrest O'Malley]

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A party? Well, golly! That sounded like a great idea! And of course, the minute Forrest heard about it, he was already planning on going. Its not like it was a question, really. There was no one around to tell him he couldn't go, no one around to give him a curfew, and no one around to give him any rules at all. So fuck yea Forrest was going to this party. Fuck yea. And I mean, the girl hosting it was one of his close buddies. So why not go? He'd never been to her house before.

A shower and a fresh outfit later, Forrest was set and ready to go. He'd headed out at first in just his shirt and hoodie, but quickly rounded to go back inside when he found how cold it was. A jacket easily fixed that and although three sets of sleeves was a bit uncomfortable, he was warm and that was what mattered. Also on another level of 'responsible teen', Forrest had written down the Acacia's address. He'd gotten the invite on Facebook and rather than trying to remember, he'd actually written it down on a piece of paper with a pen. What's that, you ask? Pen and paper? Golly its like he's from the stone-age!

Shoes tapping down the sidewalk, Forrest wished he'd brought a hat. And although he wasn't dumb enough to go without a coat, he'd completely forgotten about his head. And hats, now that he thought of it, shoving them into his pockets. Thankfully, after rounding the last corner, Forrest noted the correct house number and a couple cars. This was it. A brief moment of 'way to go, self' passed over Forrest as he walked up to the front. It was kind of a miracle he'd found this place on his own and not wandered off campus and been killed. It could happen. Don't doubt me.

Upon ringing the doorbell, Forrest stepped back and ran his hand through his bangs. Or tried, anyway. Its not so easy to run fingers through curly hair. Especially curly hair like his. Regardless, he did it (but it kind of hurt) and when he dropped his hand and heard the door open, he smiled wide. "Acacia!" he greeted, instinctively throwing his arms out to the side as he attempted to step inside. But, not realizing the size of the door, his arms hit the frame on his way in. But of course he played it off like the baller he thinks he is.

[Rory McGough]

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A party seemed like a good idea. Kyle was actually busy tonight, which was a surprise, and thus Rory had absolutely nothing to do. So after hours of mindless scrolling and tab switching between Tumblr and Facebook, Rory noticed the invite and decided he should go for the sake of his sanity. Honestly if he scrolled anymore, his eyeballs might've fallen out of his head. And Rory liked his eyeballs far too much to pass of a perfectly decent party at some sophomores house.

Yikes, some sophomore.

He wasn't gonna be that guy, though. He wasn't gonna be that sassy smart-ass eighteen year old that walked in there like he was god. I mean, he had a tendency to walk like that in the first place. But he was certainly going to avoid doing it on purpose. As far as he knew, he was the only senior going (or at least the only one he knew). Odds were, there would be a shit load of sophomores. And though young, you never want to act like tough shit around a pack of rabid sophomores. They've been known to bite.

After sprucing up a bit and donning quite a bit of American themed clothing (again..), Rory pulled on a jacket and got into his car. He would've walked on any other night, but it was pretty darn cold out there this evening. He could see his breath! He was certainly not walking in that. Not in skinny jeans, anyway. No way in hell. That was basically like not wearing pants.

After parking alongside the curb, Rory exited and locked his car only to receive a text message. It was Kyle, telling him to go do something social with his life cuz he'd be spending his night with Gillian. Rory snorted and felt a sense of pride knowing that he'd taken it upon himself to make plans before Kyle had told him to. Smiling at himself, Rory pushed his phone back into his pocket and made way towards the front door, which was open. A curly haired boy was having trouble getting through it, which made Rory laugh. When the girl, who he assumed owned the house, wasn't really paying attention, Rory just sort of slipped by and into the crowd.

[Amelia Donahue]

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Amelia could never pass up the opportunity to party! These were a bunch of underclassmen, sure, and although she was one, she noticed upperclass or even college parties were better, but a party was a party. And this party was hosted by some of the coolest people she knew, so it had to be pretty cool anyway.
While parties were pretty cool themselves, she really, really liked drinking. She was actually funny on purpose when she got drunk, and people usually enjoyed her company 10x more.
Really, getting drunk was the only thing she wanted to do. Well, maybe kiss a few boys, too. And definitely maybe have some sex. But that wasnt a lot to ask for, so she had a good feeling that her dreams were ones that could be.
Amelia was always a sharp dresser; she grew up with money, and she did go a bit overboard with clothes on the occasion. She just wanted to be prepared for cute boys anything. And every boy's crazy about a sharp-dressed gal. Wait, no. Every boy's crazy about a scantily-clad lady. Yes, that's right. Much better.

She knew where Acacia and Jude's house was easily, so there was no trouble in finding it. She parked her motorcycle a block or so down, her red heels clicking pleasantly the way to the front door.
She was quite excited to see quite a few familiar faces. Most of them were otherwise occupied, so she went to the first person she saw who wasn't; Jude.
"Juuuuude!" she squealed, embracing him in a big hug. He was pretty much the best cuddle buddy she's ever had (and she's had a lot, let me tell you) and she really liked his hair. It was majestic. And fierce. Like Jay-Z and Beyonce. Together on a red carpet appearance. Put into one hairstyle. Amazing.

[Trent Bennet]

"Forrest!" she said when she opened the door, she greeted him with a grin. She only really liked him because they they had met he made a joke about her being a tree and living inside him and she thought that was pretty funny. Kids with odd names have to stick together right, she motioned from him to come inside because due to the fact that she was only wearing a t shirt she was freezing standing in the doorway, and she was letting all the cold in. She waved to another boy who she didn't know, as he walked in behind Forrest. She didn't recognize him but a crowd was starting to gather and she had sent the invite out to every person she knew. Well not really but all her facebook friends.

"Cuddle buddy!" He was excited to see someone he knew at the party because most of the people were his sisters friends, and not that he didn't know their faces, but their names, and what they were like were a little bit much to try and dig out of his brain tonight. So instead, he just kind of stood in the back of the room, he was drinking some soda from one of those red plastic cups his sister got, so at least he was trying to keep up the appearance that he was drinking right. He was just starting to feel like he was not fitting in, even though multiple people had said hi to him and went on with their lives, when she showed up.

"It's nice to see someone I actually know," he said. He greeted her with a hug. Since they had been friends for a while and liked to hang out it was cool with her he assumed that was ok.