Meanwhile, tens of people surrounded the wooden table from earlier to cheer on Madeline who was dancing on the table to a hip hop song playing in the background. Later, Lizzie appeared and spotted her friend acting not so normal. She marched through the cheering teenagers to get right in front of the table.
"Madeline, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Getting my party on!" Madeline bent down and shouted.
Her shout made the crowd shout even louder.
Lizzie pulled on Madeline's arm, making her hop off the table. "Madeline, since when did you become fun?" she asked.
Madeline slowly swayed her body side to side. "Ever since I started calling myself 'Light Bulb'." Her voice was slurred and heavy.
"Why would you call yourself 'Light Bulb'?"
"Because I'm light-skinned. So how have you been doing?"
"Well, I was talking to a guy. He touched my boob. So I punched him."
"What's with people grabbing your boobs and stuff?"
"You know. People just can't understand that my appearance is just an appearance."
"Yeah, you dress like Anna Nicole but it don't make you Anna Nicole."
"Exactly, I guess."
"But it'll come in handy when you meet a very old, rich man."
"Yeah. Wait. No."
"Come on, somebody got to pay the bills with their mills." Madeline rubbed the fingers of her right hand together while puckering her lips.
"Madeline, are you okay?"
"I'm more than okay. I'm a-okay! I'm so okay, I could spell out the long version. O-K-E-Y. Yes, I spelled all that."
Lizzie leaned towards Madeline's face and took a big whiff.
"Why are you smelling me? You want some gum?"
"You smell like the beer that's been laying around here." Lizzie's eyes then widened and pointed at Madeline with her finger. "You're drunk."
"Please, if I'm drunk, then you're Skippy."
"That made no sense to me."
"Sense is for the people... who sense. Or have cents. Whatever's smarter."
"Maddie, you told us not to get drunk yet you're the drunkest person here. I don't know what happened but if it's peer pressure, I expected more from you."
"Lizzie, don't fret." Madeline started to convulse into what appeared to be a dance move. Lizzie took a step back as Madeline shimmied her shoulders at such a random point of time. Madeline began to sing in an almost mumbled tone, "It's going down-down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover, sweet sweeper, baby..."
"You're not drunk. You're drunker than drunk. You're... a word I don't even know."
Madeline stopped dancing and giggled loudly.
"I think I'm gonna find girls so we can go."
Ross appeared, sprinting to Madeline's side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Hey, hey, hey. Who's leaving?"
"Me and Madeline," answered Lizzie.
"Whoa, you can't just escort people out because you feel like it. It's a party; have some fun."
"Yeah, have some fun," Madeline agreed, "unless you're square."
"But I'm not square-shaped," responded Lizzie.
"Alright, cool it, Lisa," said Ross.
"Who's Lisa? I'm Lisa?"
"Yeah... or whatever you go by. How about you leave and I will keep Madeline company?"
"No way, that does not feel right to me."
"But Madeline's having a good time."
"Super good," Madeline added.
"So why poop on the party?"
"Yeah, party pooper."
"I'm sorry," said Lizzie, "but Maddie's my friend and I'm not going to leave her with a stranger when her mind went to Funkytown."
"Can't a guy put a girl to bed in peace?" Ross muttered, looking over his shoulder.
"Did you just say 'put her to bed'?" asked Lizzie, squinting her eyes.
"What? No!"
"I hope you were talking about tucking her in and letting her sleep."
"Uh... yeah. That's exactly what I was talking about. Tucking her in and all that."
"Well, that's generous of you. Wait a sec, I'll write down her address."
Just when Lizzie reached into her purple purse, Andrea approached her.
"Hey, I found you," she said.
Lizzie took her hand out of her bag. "Oh, what's up, Andy?"
"Oh, that guy I was talking to earlier? He won't stop blabbing. And I'm starting to think he's racist."
"Well, you know what they say about racists... I'd tell you but it's too dirty."
"Then send me an e-mail."
"Okay."
"So what's going on, Liz' and Maddie?"
"Ross is gonna get me in bed," Madeline replied.
Ross clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tightly.
"What?" Andrea inquired with a changed demeanor.
"Yeah, he's going to tuck her in so I'm gonna give him Mads' address," said Lizzie.
"Well, don't."
"Why?"
"Because putting somebody to bed is not good."
"Is sleeping wrong now?"
"No! He's going to have... 'relations' with her."
Lizzie gasped then quickly turned her head to Ross. "You said you were gonna tuck her in!"
Ross shrugged. Then Madeline took his arm off of her so she could face him.
"Hey," she started, "if you wanna get with me, there's some things you gotta know. I like my beat fast and my bass down low. B-B-Bass down low." She started "popping" mindlessly around Ross while singing the song to herself.
"Madeline's a mess," Andrea commented.
To her surprise, the boy from earlier walked up from behind Andrea. He patted her shoulder to gain her attention. When she turned around, she rolled her eyes and groaned.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"I told you not too long ago, I was getting a drink."
"But I'm not finished telling you my story."
"Who said I wanted to listen to your story, chatterbox? I'm a human and I got stories, too."
"Sorry, Princess Burrito. Sorry that I don't want to hear your Spanish mouth running when I got some things to say."
"What you say?"
"I said, 'Sorry, Princess Burrito'."
Andrea turned her head. "I'm sorry, couldn't hear you. Can you come closer?"
The boy leaned towards her ear. "I said you were a Princess--"
Andrea grabbed his bicep. She pinched it so hard that he dropped to his knees and squealed like a little girl.
"Call me a burrito again and I will turn your arm into ground beef," she threatened. "Then who'd be the burrito now, huh?"
She let go, feeling that the boy had enough. He scrambled up with watery eyes.
"That hurt," he said before walking away and holding his arm.
Coincedentally, Debra showed up just to miss the action. In her hands, she held a lighter with a sticker of a flame on it.
"Debra, what are you doing with that?" Lizzie asked frantically.
"It's Aiden's," Debra said sadly. "Skye was right. I was wrong. Does anybody know how to turn this on?"
"Debbie, you shouldn't be playing with fire," said Andrea. "You got to swipe that left."
"I feel stupid because I was about to get pressured into lighting Aiden's joint so I ran away. But for the life of me, I cannot turn this on."
"Maybe it's Jesus stopping you. Or maybe you just can't work it."
"But let's forget everything," insisted Lizzie, "because we should be mad at Ross."
"What did Ross do?" asked Debra.
"More like what was he about to do," said Andrea.
"Yeah, he was planning to have relations with Madeline," Lizzie answered the question.
"And she's drunk."
"Like Spongebob when he eats ice cream."
"You piece of Hitler," Debra looked at Ross infuriated.
"Come on, I don't completely understand what I'm doing wrong," Ross said.
Andrea's eyebrows slanted down towards each other.
"Are you pulling my girl trousers?" inquired Lizzie.
"You can't just get a girl intoxicated so you can have intercourse with her," Debra remarked.
"Yeah, this isn't Sixteen Candles," commented Andrea.
"Girls, ladies, boys with boobs," Madeline slurred. "There ain't nothing wrong with a new friend putting a girl to sleep."
"Were you gonna roofie her, too?" Debra asked angrily.
"The bad candy!" Lizzie brought up.
"Take it easy," Ross threw his hands.
"No, you take it easy," said Andrea, walking up to him. "In fact, you're gonna take it hard."
Lizzie and Debra began to crowd Ross with evil looks on their faces.
"Guys, what if he's claustrophobic?" said Madeline, walking close to Debra.
Suddenly, when Madeline spoke her last word, fire from Debra's lighter started to thrust out. Debra flinched once she saw the sudden, long flame. When the girls turned their heads, the fire hit a boy in the back. He automically freaked out and ran by others who caught on fire as well. The boy even brushed a pair of curtains that hang from the dining room window. The curtains did not hesitate to catch fire and send smoke into almost every room in the house.
"Pretty!" Madeline cooed.
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