Your Party Sucks!

I was quietly reading Archie when you suddenly appeared. You told me that you are having a party at your home on Friday night. You said you so much appreciate my showing you your way around, and you wanted me to come.

I said I'm not sure I could come, my girlfriend might have plans for the night. You were persistent, nearly begging. You said I could even bring my girlfriend along.

The other guy at the table was taking sharp glances at us through his thick eyeglasses. He didn't seem to have interest on your party. If his glances could only scream, I'm sure they would be shouting: Keep quiet you morons! You're inside the library!

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You met me at the door. You said you are glad I could make it, and you are sad that my girlfriend could not come. You led me to the living room and introduced me to your other guests. I smiled and I waved. Some of them I know, some I don't.

Then you gestured to the girl who was working on the PC. As we watched her walk towards us, you told me that she is your little sister. That's against the rule! Big brothers are not supposed to include into their parties their little sisters. Especially pretty, bubbly, cool ... little sisters. You broke the rule, man. Your party sucks!

You told her I like Archie too, and then you left us on our own. She said she has large compilation of Archie comics, and she invited me to her room. She wanted to show me her collections. Thinking about it, she moves pretty much like Ron.

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Now, I'm in her room and we are kissing. Things have gone on so fast, and I couldn't help it. If you'll find out that we are making out, you're probably gonna tie me up the tallest tree. Worst, my girlfriend is surely going to kill me. My life is now in double danger. Man, your party sucks!