<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Backyard →  Exit<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meh.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>Jonas's mind was on the future.  How he would get in his own house without being badgered with questions.  What he would do at home.  How he might just sneak into the backyard and chill out in the pool for a little bit.  Stuff like that, that didn't involve spooky houses full of dirt and germs and possibly supernatural forces and not on the present situation of walking back through the dark when he heard a voice speak.<br/><br/>He didn't spot any hobo ghosts stalking him from behind (thankgod) as he spun around to see the familiar face confirming his suspicions.<em>Roxy.  Whew.  Okay.  Not a ghost.</em>Roxanne he could deal with.  He liked Roxanne.  He didn't like, and didn't think he could handle, ghosts.<br/><br/>“Yo.” Jonas greeted with a nod.  “I was trying to think about doing something that would be totally cooler than sneaking into my own house.”<br/><br/>What's going on with you Ms. Foxy Roxy?” He asked.  "Having fun with all the cool kids?"