Oh man, I am really starting to hate being a teen designer, I said while walking down a puddle filled street toward my house, and my hair is really itching my face since my agent said that if I wore an eye patch it would be "unstylish" and now my hair is really pissing me off. And I can't see proper-WOAH! Where the hell did that bike come from? Ow, oh shit my hair, I quickly turned my face away.
"Oh shit, I am so sorry..." that voice is so melodious, and so familiar. "So that's why you hide your right eye, and I am soooo sorry," he came over to bob next to me.
"It's fine, water doesn't bother me," I had landed right in the middle of a puddle when I lost my balance after the guy almost ran me over with his bike. I stood up and a shiver ran down the length of my body, "unless it's in my pants," I could feel that my undies were soaked, great more laundry. I picked up my wet school bag and made sure that my eye was hidden.
"Ooo, ok you know what, come into my place and get cleaned up," he picked up his bike which he had dumped on the ground up and waved for me to follow.
"Nah it's fine my house is just further ahead," I pointed the toward where I was walking before.
"Yeah, but you are right in front of my house and it was my fault that you got wet so I'm gonna make up for it," he is still insisting but I still have to design costumes, dresses and head pieces for customers.
"Like I said it's fine and I need to finish designing some things and I work best alone." I was about to start walking away when he slung me over his shoulder, "Whoa, Kendall put me down now."
"So you do remember my name, well I guess you haven't lost all of your social life have you Gwen. Hey Katie give me a hand out here!" He yelled the last bit toward his house.
"What is it now? Oh hey Gwen long time no see, how're you holdn' up with the designing career?"
"Meh, it's fine accept for the part where I got about a hundred orders in one day, what 'bout you made any more money recently?"
"Not really just a hundred last week from winning a bet..."
"Katie this isn't gossip time just get my bike inside and I'll get princess here and her purse inside," he started walking to his front door.
"Ok, where did the princess thing come from," I had given up trying to get down from Kendall's shoulder.
"The princess from the King Arthur story, can't remember if it's Gwendolyn or Guinevere" said Kendall blankly.
When we were inside he tossed me onto three people sitting on an orange sofa.
"Do ya mind," I said propped up on my hands that were on someone's leg.
"Hey Gwen, long time no see," three harmonic voices said in sync.
"Hey guys," I rolled off the three boys and stood in the middle of the room fixing my hair.
"Is your hair style really that important, I mean if you had hair that was as beautiful as mine then you should worry but it's not and why are you soaked?" James was the one I was leaning my hands on.
"Yeah I thought Kendall was supposed to ride around the block twice as fast as he could," Carlos was in the middle.
"Well Gwen being who she is and Kendall being so determined, he probably nearly ran her over and she fell into a puddle," Logan was sitting at the end of the sofa where my feet just were.
"You're spot on Logan. Now can I either get a towel or an offer to use the shower, at least a towel," I was starting to get pretty cold.
"You can have both of those and a place to stay for the night," said Kendall's mum.
"Oh I don't need a place to stay, I have my own place,"
"But no parents to look after you," Mrs Knight crossed her arms.
"But... Oh fine."
"Yay we can have a huge sleepover!" Carlos, as usual, was super hyper.
"Yeah, I probably won't be sleeping tonight, again, because I've got a tonne of orders I need to start and finish,"
"Oh you're getting sleep tonight I'll make sure of it, here and come with me," Mrs Knight tossed me a towel and lead me to the bathroom.
"Well I need to go to the toilet for a bit," said James quickly.
"Yeah me too," said Carlos.
"Yep coming right behind you," said Logan.
"Really guys you're gonna peep on her," Kendall stayed behind.
"We're not peeping we're gonna give her a surprise," James responded.
"And aren't you the one with the giant crush on Gwen, Kendall," said Carlos.
"And surely you wouldn't miss this chance of seeing Gwen's body shape, or even her body," Logan challenged.
"I really hate you Y'know," Kendall followed after them.
"You guys are idiots you know that," Katie yelled after them.
"Those guys are idiots," I said to myself as hot water came down onto my skin. It was amazing. I hadn't had an actual, enjoyable shower for about a week. It was always either get in get out or no shower at all. I'm a bit grateful that Kendall knocked me over, and he's so cute when he's worried. No Gwen, focus on work first, right now you barely have time for dance and school, a relationship won't help. My dance and designing stuff are dry because I put them in a plastic bag, although I can't say the same for my school stuff. I sighed. I turned the water off and wrapped a too small for comfort towel around myself and hand towel around my head to cover my eye. I opened the curtain, stepped out and turned toward four figures hiding behind the sink and toilet. "Really guys, did ya think I wouldn't notice?" I said with one hand on my hip and the other holding up the towel.
"We were just gonna surprise you," said James.
"Surprise!" Exclaimed Carlos.
"What's with the towel around your face? How come you're always covering your right eye?" Logan was questioning again.
"Well guys you said you wanted to surprise her and you didn't, so let's go," Kendall led the boys out of the bathroom, but as he passed me he noticed scars on my arms and legs, and I saw the worry in his eyes. The other boys didn't notice anything; they were too busy checking me out. Although there isn't much to check out, there never has been. I sighed again, I have a feeling that I won't get any work done today.
"Ah," I stuck my head out of the bathroom door. "Hey Kendall could you get the big plastic bag that's in my school bag, it's got some dance clothes I can change into," after I yelled that out I heard a bunch of scuffling and quiet grunts and then the other three showed up at the bathroom door.
"Here you go Gwen," they said in sync, again, then they shot each other angry glares.
"Thanks guys," I said awkwardly taking the bag. "But you do know I asked Kendall not you guys right, and there was a reason for that." I closed the door in their faces. I heard some quiet arguing and then shoving and then quiet ow's. Guessing that Katie and Mrs Knight pulled them by their ears. I shook my head and sighed.
When I walked back into the living room the boys was waiting eagerly. Although I don't know why. If it's the clothes then they shouldn't get their hopes up. When the boys saw what I was wearing they looked a little disappointed (except for Kendall, he wasn't even paying attention). I was wearing a black leotard with double red straps and the innermost straps crossing, and on top of that I was wearing black tracksuit pants with a very wide band of stretchy material scrunched up at my ankles. I had my hair clipped up at the back with a brown barrett and a white medical eye patch going over my face covering my eye.
"What? Disappointed that I'm not wearing a skirt or short shorts?"
"What?! No, what are you talking about? As if," variations of that came from them.
"Hey Kendall can I borrow a jumper, preferably baggy?"
"Sure thing," he got up and as he walked past me he put a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "You should tell them about the eye and scars."
"I will," I whispered back. Then he went to his room. Eventually. I turned my head back to face the other three. Ignoring the smirks and cheesy smiles and the eyebrow dancing, I went to my bag and got out the other plastic bag with my designing stuff in it.
"Gwen we're having pasta tonight, I know you have a funny stomach so just tell me what not to put in," Mrs Knight called from the kitchen.
"Can I help?! I make pasta at home all the time," I left the bag on the coffee table and went to the kitchen. When I got into the kitchen Mrs Knight was cooking the onions in a deep frying pan.
"Apparently my pasta is the best, but I just use sauce from the store," she whispered to me.
"I get sauce from the store as well, and if they think your pasta is the best they're gonna get blown away," I smiled. "So, how many herbs and spices do you have?"
When Kendall got back from retrieving the jumper, after an unusually long time for getting a jumper, Gwen was gone and his friends were sitting at the coffee table. "Where'd Gwen go?"
"She's cooking with your mum," James pointed behind him toward the kitchen.
"And it smells gooood," said Carlos, almost drooling over a bunch of papers and material on the table.
"It smells like fresh garlic and, and cumin," Logan turned his head and was flaring his nose trying to get a better whiff.
"Why don't you just go in and see for yourself?" Kendall put the jumper on the table, next to Gwen's scattered designing materials, sat down on the floor next to James and picked up a blank piece of paper with some writing in the corner saying: Super Hero-Cosmic Comet, Villain-Brainiac Maniac.
"We tried," started Logan.
"But she gave us the death stare," continued Carlos.
"And then she kicked us out," finished James.
"Figures," said Kendall. "And why are you looking through her designing stuff?"
"Since she kicked us out of the kitchen we got bored and wanted to see what she designs," Logan was looking through some pieces of paper that had simple but extravagantly designed dresses on them. "I would love to see Camille in this," he held up a piece of paper with a long, strapless blue dress with a green satin waistband that was wide and smooth at one side and thin and bunched up at the other, and on the thinner side of the waistband was a large blue flower with purple sequins in the middle.
"What do the labels say?" asked Kendall.
"Uh, they say; dress-azure, waistband-satin deep emerald green, flower-ultramarine cosmos with transparent purple iris sequins."
"What's with the weird words" said James.
"I need to be specific with colours and materials otherwise, things get complicated," Gwen came into the room.
"Is the food ready?" asked Carlos eagerly.
"Nope, I need someone to quickly get some parmesan cheese and turmeric."
"We can go," said Kendall standing up. "To make us get there faster we'll make it a competition and the winner gets to give everyone one order," all four of them looked at Gwen and bolted out the door.
"What on Earth was that about?" Gwen walked back into the kitchen.