Thursday, September 10, 2015

Big Time Boyfriend Part 56.

Let's see..... Weird thumb-sucking ahead. We've reached the part where it's 90% plot and fillers and while you can skip ahead, it all does have to happen. :/ Anyways, IMPORTANT NOTE SO NO ONE SUES ME: In this story, everything is A: Consensual and B: Everyone involved is at least eighteen or older. The bulk of the gang are in their very early twenties, and I am the baby at eighteen, about to be nineteen.

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Episode 56: Not normal. at ALL.

As I said last time, Carlos' thumb had somehow ended up in Katie's mouth. He woke up slowly, and figured that out too. He slowly pulled it out, but Katie pulled his hand back over and stuck his thumb back in her mouth. Carlos sighed. He was gonna have to do this the hard way.

"Katie," He whispered in a sing-song voice. "Katie, wake up." Her eyes slowly opened half-way, and she realized who's thumb was really in her mouth.

"Oops," She whispered, still half asleep. She rolled over, stuck her own thumb into her mouth, and fell back asleep. Carlos untangled himself, and went down to raid the fridge.

DOWNSTAIRS

Logan and Camille were settling in as Carlos walked down the steps.

"What are you doing up?" Camille asked. Her voice was raspy but she looked a LOT better than after the gang got back from the movie.

"Your cousin's thumb ended up in my mouth and once I got it out I realized how hungry I was," Carlos explained. Camille just shrugged and dragged herself in to bed. Logan lingered in the kitchen, starving for some bacon.

"You wanna go to IHOP?" He asked Carlos. He agreed, pulling on the pants that were in the laundry basket on the floor.

NEXT MORNING AS EVERYONE WAS EATING BREAKFAST.......

"Katie you are a Kitchen GODESS," Logan said, literally licking his plate clean.

"I try," Katie said as she fixed herself a plate of waffles, drowning them in whipped cream. Carlos was washing up his plate and looked at the calendar.

"Why is Friday circled?" He asked.

"Oh, it's my nineteenth birthday," Katie said nonchalantly. (AN: I imagined we were all about eighteen in this story, me being the youngest lol) James dropped his fork on to his waffle, spattering Logan with whipped cream.

"WHAT?! Why didn't you tell us?!" He shouted.

"Lots of reasons," Katie shrugged. "Mostly because it's just another day without my family, another reminder of how much they hate me, and another day without Kendall." Speak of the devil, Katie's phone rang. She picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey beautiful," Kendall said. Katie choked on her waffle.

"Hey! Oh my gosh we were just talking about you! Are you okay? What's going on? Are you-"

"Slooowwwwwww down," Kendall chuckled. "We have an hour this time. So what are you doing?"

"Eating waffles buried under mountains of whipped cream and berries and talking about how I don't want to celebrate my birthday on Friday," Katie said.

"What?! Why are you not gonna celebrate?" Kendall asked.

"Because it's just like any other day," Katie shrugged. "And besides, you won't be here, so it won't be fun." Kendall thought for a moment.

"What if I could fix that?" He mused.

"I'd be interested," Katie said, trying to hide her enthusiasm. But even Camille, who had just woken up knew she was enthralled with something. "How so?"

"Leave that to me," Kendall said. He and Katie spent the next hour just talking about all the little things. Camille, the people he had met, the songs he had written. Finally the nurse came in and told Kendall he needed to wrap it up.

"Promise me you'll at least do something special for your birthday?" Kendall asked before he got off.

"I'll eat some junk food, okay?" Katie said, trying to please her boyfriend. She was already missing Kendall.

"Trust me, I'll make SURE you enjoy it," Kendall said. "I love you."

"I love you too," Katie said. The line went dead, and she set her phone down.

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