Free Pop Kids by Davey Havok Page A

naked, lying on her bed with this Hello Kitty vibrator…”

Chapter 12
    It’s Sunday. Finally. The Day of their Lord has come and given way to the warm summer night of our opening. I am attired in my black two-button Top Man suit, tie, and Chucks. I couldn’t host my first party in anything less. Everything is ready. In our perfectly arranged theatre, my shuffling iPod is pumping secret music up toward my sock-less feet while I calmly await the arrival of our guests.
    “Can you stop pacing?” Lynch, wearing his Dead Boys jacket, squints up at me from the WAMU curb. I make another pass in front of him.
    “Can you go change into something less ventilated?” I point with distrust at the knee popping through the rip in his jeans.
    “Maybe if you had some holes in your tux you wouldn’t be so hot and bothered.”
    He’s scrolling through photos of surfer girls.
    “It’s not a tuxedo.” I plant myself next to him. “Where are they? Everyone’s going to flake.”
    “Settle. They’re coming.” I press my moist brow to the shoulder of his coat. Without pulling away, he half-heartedly complains, “Aw, c’mon man.”
    “What? All my matching bandanas are in the wash. You want everyone to see me all sweaty?” I peer into his phone. “Thanks for those beach nudes by the way.”
    “They’re killer right? Dustin took’m. None were as hot as this though.” He holds up one of Stella’s photos that I forwarded. Shaking his head, he smiles. “Man, she’s a natural.”
    I haven’t heard from her since The Pink Room. As I grab my phone to check my texts, someone calls out, “Ooooh, I see someone fancy.”
    “Here they come!” Standing, straining to find Stella in the group, I wave back to David. I feel like they’re pacing up the street in slow motion.
    “Mary Kate…” I kiss Michelle’s cheek. “Ashley…” I kiss Drew’s cheek. “Mia…” I kiss Jamie’s cheek. Then open my arms to welcome Hector.
    “Uh, uh! Where’s mine?” He puckers.
    “I apologize, Mr. Cruise…” Smooch . “Welcome!”
    “I’m next Culito!” David plants one on me. He smells like the CK One cologne that my brother’s circus friend wears.
    “So, Volta…” I tug on his blue Nike tank top. “This is a new look for you.”
    “You like it Mr. Scorsese?” He twirls. “I wanted to be Bender but Hector already had the shirt.”
    The Boys are dressed as the characters from The Breakfast Club. Volta looks like The Sporto, Cruz has mussed hair, a red bandana around his ankle, and a short-sleeve flannel, partially buttoned over a thermal.
    “I love the outfits, guys.” I pantomime applause. “Fabulous.” Then, to the stunning Jamie with her self-given Screename, I ask, “Mia, Where’s your louder half?”
    Her giant ass is curving violently out from her grey and baby blue striped jersey dress and her arms are curling around Lynch. She stares at me blankly before realizing that I’m speaking to her.
    “Oh! Me! Don’t worry cutie! Sarah’s coming.” She grins. “So, are we going to the 8-plex or something? This parking lot kinda sucks.” Looking up over her shoulder, she begins to baby talk. “Zach what’re we doing? Zaaaaach, tell me…”
    Keeping our secret, my partner silently gravitates to the parking block on which The Twins are daintily balanced. As he looms, they listlessly lick melting ice cream cones—both double scoops of strawberry cheesecake.
    “Why do you guys get two scoops of the same flavors?” I ask.
    “Can’t have too much of a good thing.” In unison with her sister, MK licks her cone while my co-host practically drools onto their blonde heads. I covet their treats a bit myself.
    Releasing Lynch, Mia turns her attention to a text. Lynch makes a hungry sound. Ash rolls her eyes, surrenders her cone and, as Lynch greedily bites through half of a scoop, Alvin trots into the parking lot with Stella on his back. Her arms are wrapped around his chest. Her thighs are around his waist. And her