Alright, I think it's time I finally told the story of the first time I went to a party and the first time I got arrested. There was me, 18 years old, going to this party with this girl I like and some of my friends. My friends told me she may have had a bit of a crush on me. So I was trying to get in good with the girl, even though I'd been friend zoned about a month before(doesn't make sense, right?) I tried to forget about her at times, and there were moments where I too thought she had a crush on me, like that night... So we got to the party, and boom, you could tell it was a rave. You could see the pent up tension of dozens of kids releasing into the air. Moment I walked in, eyes are set on some hottie that's x10 better than the girl I came with (and visibly willing to do a lot, given the stuff she was probably on). Mingled my way over to her, forgetting about friends and girl, who proceeded to disperse (even though I'm still sure to this day the original girl was staring at me). "You like her?" Said the girl I came with, and unprepared for the question, I answered yes. She walked away, with a bit of an angered expression, leaving me and the new girl. Things toned slightly down, so I decided to pop what the new girl was having. I don't know if it was the stuff I took or what, but I'm pretty sure I saw original girl pick up a phone and walk out of the house... Things got heated really quick after that, clothes are disappearing, and I'm about to lose the good ole v-card, then I hear it. Sirens were wailing outside, with a cop yelling, "OPEN THE DOOR!" I freaked out and panicked, trying to find a place to hide, because I knew I'd get arrested if I was caught at this party. The door comes crashing open with about 6 cops barging in, all yelling, "GET ON THE FLOOR!" So we all did, knowing what [i]should[/i] happen next, arrests, fines, necessary bail, then one officer says something I'm not prepared for. He yells, "NOW EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR!" After that it was all a blur, but I remember getting bailed out, when my mother told me all scared, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel-air!" So I packed my bags and I whistled for a cab. I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8. And I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there, to settle my throne as the Prince of Bel Air. [spoiler]Am I doing it rite?[/spoiler]