Writers block. :/ IT. SUCKS. Um, um, um, um, I seriously don't know what to write. Let me try? BRITTANY's POV -One day later- "PARTY TIMEEEE!" the DJ screamed into the microphone. The crowd yelled back, and everyone seperated, moving into my living room and dancing to the beat. I screamed as well, holding up my red cup of-um,-punch. Punch. Riight. "Woohooooo!" Crystal and Taylor came rushing to me, each holding their own red cups. "This party is awesome, Britt!" Crystal said. "Yeah!" her twin echoed. I smiled at them, of course the party was awesome. I was the host, after all. I spotted someone entering the house and a lightbulb went off in my head. "Ciao, girlies, gotta run. Host duties!" I said to the girls and I made my way to Cassy. She looked nervous, as if she'd never been to a party before. Maybe, cause she was such a loser, she hadn't. Yesterday, at the cafe, she broke down, after seeing Natalya with the C.B.G (cute blond guy). She went on to spilling that she had had her heart broken before, and all that ****. I was too busy checking the CBG. Hey, I listened to her in the parts that could be useful to me. By useful, I mean bad for her. "Hey Cass!" I said, air kissing her, and handing her a cup I grabbed from a drama groupie. "Um.." she looked down at her cup, "Hi?" I giggled, "C'mon! Wanna dance?" She turned red, "Oh..uh...I don't...dance." I giggled again, "Don't be silly! Come on!" I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. Out of nowhere, I felt a-a liquid pelt over me, and next thing I know, I'm drenched. With the so-called punch. Gasping, I turn to the *****. Oh no she di-idn't. UGH. WRITERS BLOCK. THIS WAS THE BEST I COULD DO, SORRY.