Last night, Hans and Frans decided to throw a party. At ten o clock, they arrived outside Neil's and my room, each holding a six pack of beer and dragging Edmund, the three Zacks, and Taki Nakamura.

A brief histoy before we continue.

There are three Zacks: Zach, Zack, and Zaak. They hang out together most of the time, discuss time machines, life, and, occasionally, DragonBall Z. Zach is the most science-geeky, as I like to call it. Zack is Chinese with a great reverence toward math, and Zaak may or may not someday destroy the world with his crazy inventions and bad drawings.

Taki Nakamura is half Japanese and spent the first decade of his life over there. Sometimes, he forgets to speak English and often addresses everybody by honorifics. He dyed his hair golden blond, the color mine is naturally, and either wears colored contacts or has a screwed up gene pool, because his eyes are bright green.

Well, all six of them found found places on the floor or beds to sit.

"Did you invite them?" I asked Neil, who shook his head. But there was no stopping the twins when they got crazy ideas like this, I suppose.

It was eleven o clock when the Zacks left, slightly tipsy.

"Aren't you tired yet?" I asked Edmund and Taki.

"No." Taki stretched his arms behind his back. "I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance." He burped and laughed.

"I don't drink cheep beer." Edward stated matter of factly. "I won't touch it."

"That's what she said!" Taki replied.

"But 'she' can't say anything." Neil argued. "There is very little female interaction at this place. Only four teachers are women, and three of them are old and ugly, and the other is married."

I couldn't help smiling at the irony.

We ended up passing the time by watching the fourth Star Wars (the old one) while passing around cell phones. Edmund had an iPhone, Taki owned a Blackberry, and Neil wouldn't let us touch his super slim silver phone whose brand I can't identify.

"Wow." Taki exclaimed, staring at the screen of my Palm Treo. "She is so hot."

I leaned over, wondering which of my friends he was looking at. "That's Cecelia."

"Your girlfriend?"

"No." I don't swing that way, I thought, but didn't say aloud.

Taki gave a low whistle. "Cecelia-chan, you are so cute."

The other boys took their time checking out the picture of my best friend, dressed up for the dance at our old school. With her hair and makeup done by none other than moi, she looked even prettier than she did normally. I missed Cecelia the most out of everyone I left back at home.

Around one in the morning, Edmund dragged an intoxicated Taki out of our room, apologized for his behavior, and went to his dorm. I sighed heavily, briefly tidied up my room, throwing away both Neil's and my untouched beers, and fell asleep on my bed, not even bothering to change my clothes.

So concluded another strange day a Lakewood Academy.