Thank you for the feedback
Ms Southworth. I enjoyed reading your comments as always.
Well it's almost Christopher's first experience with love and romance. I guess you've already forgotten that he and Bobby went on a double date in one of the double digit seasons. They went rollerblading. Bobby was there with April and Chris was there with a girl in his class who was much taller than he was.
But yeah he's never had a girlfriend before so that's gonna be a first... :love4:
I'm glad you enjoyed the way the Lucy and Mitch scene was written. I can tell you as the story goes along there will be more little details like these added all the time and the writing will resemble the way it was written in the first three episodes more.
I know what you mean, it sucks when someone just assume you want to go to a party or something without even asking you first. Then again with Lucy and Mitch the situation is a bit different since they are living at Southfork they are expected for meals every day unless they've told them otherwise. But yeah I know which dispute you're referring to and it's a quite common one that's easy to relate to.
I wonder how things will go at Christopher's party! What will his parents and his sister dress up as? And what about Miss Ellie and Clayton? Sue Ellen and JR? Lucy and Mitch? Donna and Ray?

Oh, I'm so excited!
Oh you are in luck as a lot of those questions are gonna be answered already in the next scene...
Okay so here's tonight's
update:
Inside the house, the Ewing family was seated around the lunch table. Teresa put down a plate in front of Clayton, who looked strangely at it and said, “Ellie, why is Teresa serving me vegetable soup?”
“Because you need to think of your diet,” Miss Ellie said. “You’ve already put too much strain on your heart working out. Grease is the last thing you need right now!”
Clayton looked longingly at the other’s plates with sausages and frites and sighed before saying. “You’re right, but you shouldn’t eat that junk either!”
“I’m not,” Miss Ellie replied, as Teresa put down another plate of vegetable soup in front of her. “Thank you Teresa.”
“Oh that looks so good, may I have a plate too?” Pam asked.
“Certainly, Mrs. Ewing,” Teresa said.
“Rebecca is that all you’re gonna eat?” Bobby pointed at Rebecca’s plate with half a sausage and three frites on it.
“You’re not feeling ill, are you sweetheart?” Pam asked.
“No, I’m just not hungry!”
“And I know why,” Miss Ellie said. “I found her and Margaret eating Christopher’s pool party candy this morning!”
“Margaret!” Donna looked astonished at her daughter.
“It was Rebecca’s idea!” Margaret explained.
“Oh speaking of my party. I’m not having a pool party!”
“What?” Miss Ellie asked. “But you
always have a pool party!”
“Well not this year,” Christopher said, giving John Ross a sore eye.
“He’s having a Masquerade!” Rebecca exclaimed happily.
The others looked surprised and Ray said, “Does that mean we’ll have to dress out?”
“Unfortunately yes,” Bobby sighed.
“Oh come on Bob, it could be fun,” JR said.
“I agree dad and may I suggest a costume for you and mama?” John Ross spoke up, looking up from his brunch.
“It depends on what you have in mind,” Sue Ellen said skeptically.
“Well how about George and Martha Washington?” John Ross suggested.
JR and Sue Ellen looked surprised at him. “What?” JR exclaimed. “You want us to dress out in some phony old costumes from the 16th century, that’s not exactly what I had in mind!”
“Me either, all wigs itches!” Sue Ellen objected.
“For your information George Washington didn’t live in the 16th century. He became our President in 1789,” Margaret corrected JR, as Mitch came walking in with Lucy walking shortly behind.
“Ah Mitch, Lucy good that you are here we’ve already started lunch,” Miss Ellie greeted them. But Mitch didn’t answer as he kept walking up the stairs.
Lucy sighed and then turned towards the table and excused her husband, “Hi everyone, you’ll have to excuse Mitch he wants to get freshened up after the doctor’s appointment.”
“I see. So did everything go okay at the doctors?” Miss Ellie asked.
“Yeah,” Lucy nodded and sat down.
“Good,” Miss Ellie smiled. “So now about the costumes, why don’t everyone decide what you want to wear and then report it back to me so I can order them from the costume shop!”
“Costumes?” Lucy asked, looking confused.
“Oh right you haven’t heard. Christopher has changed his mind he wants a masquerade instead of a pool-party.”
“Masquerade?” Lucy looked at Christopher. “Really?”
Christopher shrugged his shoulders saying, “It’s a fun idea.”
“So what would you like to dress out as cousin Lucy?” Rebecca asked.
“Well I could imagine Miss Moneypenny,” Lucy said.
“Oh that nice looking secretary in the Bond movies,” JR smiled appreciating.
Sue Ellen gave him a look and Pam said, “So then Mitch will be Bond?”
“You’ve got it,” Lucy smiled. “So Rebecca, what are you gonna dress out as?”
“I wanna be a princess!” Rebecca smiled. “And mommy and daddy can be king and queen…”
“Hold on, king and queen?” Bobby made a face. “That sounds so High School!”
“I think it’s a nice idea,” Pam smiled.
“So is Christopher gonna be a prince then?” Clayton asked.
“No a cowboy,” Christopher replied.
“But please Christopher, if you’re a prince we’ll be like the Royal family!” Rebecca pleaded with Christopher.
“Yeah of what country?” Lucy smirked.
“I don’t know a prince sounds so fairytale…” Christopher said hesitatingly.
“Yeah and who always gets all the girls in the fairytales. Not some old cowboy. But the handsome prince,” Rebecca said.
“Well you may have a point there, I think I want to be a prince instead,” Christopher said.
John Ross stared at him like he had lost his mind. “Seriously man, a prince?”
“Why not?” Christopher asked.
“Because you’re starting High School,” John Ross said.
“So?” Christopher looked at him. “Whose idea was it with a Masquerade anyway?”
Bobby raised an eyebrow saying, “Hold on pal, the Masquerade wasn’t your idea?”
“Of course it was,” John Ross hurried to reply. “And if you wanna be a prince, a prince you are!” John Ross smiled his shit eating grin and Christopher looked happy. But what he didn’t notice was that his cousin really thought it was a stinking idea.
Well it’s your funeral, John Ross sighed, realizing that he had just sold out his little cousin.
Let’s hope Paula’s worth it.