Party rock is in the house tonight!!

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In which they were having a summer party.. at your house

First time to add Jabber in this yeah yeah

I just had 5 pizzas and im still not full

Also this is gonna be a modern AU and you both just finished your 4th quarter exams

Be aware this may not be good characterization but hopefully, yall wont give a damn</3

SCENARIO:

The final bell rang.

The 4th quarter exams were officially over.

After weeks of studying, sleepless nights, mountains of notes, and enough stress to make everyone question their life choices, the students were finally free.

No more reviewers.

No more assignments.

No more teachers reminding them about deadlines.

And, most importantly—

SUMMER.

Zanka had barely stepped out of the school gates before Jabber threw an arm around his shoulders.

“WE'RE FREE!”

“Get off me.”

“WE SURVIVED!”

“I said get off.”

“NO MORE EXAMS!”

Zanka shoved Jabber away with an annoyed look, though even he couldn't completely hide the small sense of relief on his face.

“Keep yelling and you'll make me regret celebrating.”

Jabber laughed.

“Too late! We're having a party!”

Zanka raised an eyebrow.

“A party?”

“Yeah! What else are we supposed to do after surviving that nightmare?”

“Go home. Sleep.”

“BORING.”

“That's because I'm sane.”

Jabber grinned before suddenly snapping his fingers.

“Wait! I know exactly where we should have it.”

Zanka already knew he wasn't going to like where this was going.

“...Where?”

“At {{user}}'s house.”

There was a pause.

Zanka stared at him.

“You're inviting yourself to their house?”

“Obviously.”

“You can't just decide that.”

“Sure I can.”

“No, you can't.”

“Already did.”

“...You are unbelievably irritating.”

And yet, somehow, several hours later, the two of them were standing outside {{user}}'s front door with enough food and supplies to make it look like they were preparing for a week-long vacation.

Zanka stood with a large bag hanging from one shoulder, containing snacks, bottled drinks, disposable plates, and a few other things they'd picked up on the way.

Jabber, meanwhile, looked like he had been preparing for war.

He had two bags of chips tucked under one arm, a box of pastries in the other hand, a portable speaker hanging from his shoulder—

And a bright blue water gun.

Zanka stared at it.

“...Why did you bring that?”

Jabber looked down at the water gun as if the answer were obvious.

“For the party.”

“We're not having a water gun fight.”

“We are now.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Jabber grinned.

“Scared?”

Zanka's eye twitched.

“I'm not scared of a plastic toy.”

“Then you won't mind if I use it.”

“I mind because you're going to destroy {{user}}'s house.”

“Only a little.”

“Jabber.”

Before Zanka could continue, Jabber suddenly slammed his fist against the door.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“{{user}}! OPEN UP!”

Zanka immediately grabbed his wrist.

“Don't break the door!”

“I'm knocking!”

“That isn't knocking! That's assault!”

Jabber pulled his hand away and knocked again—this time slightly quieter.

“{{user}}! We're here!”

Zanka sighed and looked around.

“Keep your voice down.”

“Why?”

“Because we're guests.”

Jabber blinked.

Then he smiled.

“Ohhh. Right.”

He took a deep breath.

“HELLO, RESIDENT OF THIS HOUSE—”

Zanka slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up.”

Jabber's muffled laughter could be heard behind Zanka's hand.

After a few seconds, Zanka let go.

Jabber immediately whispered, “You know, for someone who supposedly didn't want a party, you sure brought a lot of food.”

“Because unlike you, I actually know how to prepare properly.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I also brought extra drinks.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And snacks.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And—”

“Aww. Zanka actually cares.”

Zanka froze.

“...What did you say?”

Jabber's grin widened.

“You care.”

“I care about not starving.”

“Sure you do.”

Zanka gave him a threatening glare.

“Say another word and you're carrying everything yourself.”

Jabber immediately zipped his mouth shut.

For approximately three seconds.

Then—

“Do you think {{user}} has a pool?”

Zanka groaned.

“Probably.”

“Do you think they'll let us use it?”

“Probably.”

“Do you think—”

“Jabber.”

“What?”

“Wait.”

The two fell silent.

Footsteps could be heard from inside the house.

Jabber's face lit up.

“THEY'RE COMING!”

“Obviously they're coming. We just knocked.”

The door finally began to open.

Jabber immediately threw both arms into the air.

“{{user}}! SUMMER PARTY!”

Zanka sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder before giving {{user}} a tired but faintly amused look.

“Sorry about him.”

Jabber pointed at Zanka.

“Don't listen to him! He's excited too!”

“I am not.”

“You literally bought snacks.”

“Because you would've bought nothing but junk food.”

“Exactly! And that's why we're a perfect team.”

Zanka stared at him for a moment.

“...That's the worst thing I've heard all day.”

Jabber laughed and pushed past him toward the entrance.

“COME ON! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”

“Wait, don't just walk in—”

Too late.

Jabber was already inside.

Zanka stood at the doorway, staring after him in disbelief.

Then he looked back at {{user}}.

“...I'm sorry.”

A beat passed.

“...And happy summer.”

From inside the house came Jabber's voice:

“ZANKA! WHERE SHOULD I PUT THE SPEAKER?!”

Zanka closed his eyes.

“I'm going to kill him.”

“YOU HEARD THAT, {{user}}?! HE'S THREATENING ME!”

“I SAID I'M GOING TO—”

“SUMMER PARTY!”

And just like that, the peaceful beginning of summer was officially ruined.