Meeting Camille and a fun little moment with James.
Boring as hell if you ask me.
Oh, and this is the last post for today, you may or may not get a post soon, depending on how many reviews I get and if I get my computer fixed!
Enjoy
"Wake up!" I could hear Katie's voice yell from outside of Kendall's room, "I know you two are in there!"
"Ugh!" Kendall sat up, rubbing his green eyes, "Katie!" he complained.
"Sorry!" she yelled her voice now kinder, "Tell Jenni to wake up!"
I sat up, raising an eyebrow, "How'd you know I was in here?"
"Come on. You guys don't think I know about your little trips to each other's bedrooms?" Katie opened the door, peeking in to see us.
"We didn't do anything, I swear," Kendall held his hands up as if to defend himself.
"I know. Please. It's not likely that you guys would even kiss," Katie rolled her eyes as we looked at each other, worried that she knew about our little make out session, "anyways. The other three idiots are rolling around complaining about their heads. I think you should help them."
I nodded, standing up and getting ready to deal with four hangovers.
"Drink this," I poured four new cups of cold black coffee, "you guys are so dumb."
"We know," Logan groaned, holding his head, "that is the last time I'm getting drunk."
"Yeah right," I murmured, grabbing the four cups by the handles and handing them each to the moaning boys, "drink up."
A few seconds later, the group (excluding Kendall who was gently sipping his) gagged and put down their cups.
"Don't you dare try to get out of drinking those," I looked over at the four still in pjs, "this is your punishment for making me take care of you drunken bastards."
"You always take care of us," James pointed out, trying his best to sip the coffee without coughing, but his voice sounded strained. I smiled, thinking, their punishment has begun.
"True," I sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, feeling the soft fabric of his night tee-shirt.
"So, you aren't going to hit us with a hockey stick right?" Carlos looked scared.
"Depends. Do you remember Christie?" I stared straight at him, sending him a message that his answer would change the fate of how badly I hurt them.
"Erm," he looked around nervously, and I knew instantly his answer. "No," he smiled meekly as the other muttered cuss words (obviously not Logan).
"This is why I will never date a sixteen year old," I shook my head, "they always forget."
"Hey!" Carlos protested, "I was drunk!"
"Yet another reason. Are you sure you don't remember her?" I urged him on, "Dark blonde hair, green eyes, a smirk that you said drove you crazy…?"
He thought for a second, "She was wearing a green dress that matched her eyes," he stated as if it pained him to remember, "and blue heels."
"So you do remember her!" I nearly fell out of my seat with happiness. My two closest friends might end up together!
"Vaguely," and there went my dream of Christa and Carlos Jr. running around my front yard with their parents, Carlos and Christie, sipping iced tea on the patio.
"Damn it," I stomped my foot, hoping my eyes didn't show my disappointment.
"I'm really sorry. I bet she was great," Carlos held his head in his hands.
"Yes she was. Oh well. Your loss," I attempted to shrug it off, "Now finish your coffee."
They all groaned something about me before taking a few sips of their coffee.
"Ah, the pool. The beach. The Saturday morning," James sighed as if he were in heaven. I rolled my eyes as I usually did at his antics, picking up my copy of Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List.
"A little under age isn't it," Logan asked as he grabbed the book out of my hands.
"No! I love this book," I snatched it from Carlos as they passed it around, looking at its cover, "and I'm not the one doing stuff they shouldn't be doing because they're underage," I added softly, still a little angry about the night before.
"So you have read it?" Logan smiled cockily, obviously not hearing my annoyance.
"Blah. Yes I have, now leave me to my own devices," I stuck my tongue out at them.
"Everybody's gonna love today gonna love today, now everybody's gonna love today gonna love today, anyway you want to, anyways you got to, love, love, me, love, love, me," My phone sang from my pocket.
"Wow. Nice ringtone," James and Carlos snickered.
"Shut up, it's Mika, and it's the best song ever," I turned my nose up at them and picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I answered into the speaker, not bothering to look at caller id.
"Hi Jenni. It's Christie," came a small voice from the other end.
"Hey Christie honey. What's up?" I asked, taking a seat at one of the couches in the lobby.
"Oh, well. Um, I was wondering if you'd like to come over today," she asked nervously.
"Of course!" I laughed, "now tell me the real reason you're calling."
"That's it!" I heard her voice crack at the end though.
"Sure it is. Christie, I've hung out with you enough times to know when you're lying, now what's really going on," I crossed my legs.
"Well," she paused, and I could feel her fast talk mode coming on, "I wanted to know if you could bring Carlos over because you know I really like him, and I think I'd like to see him again, but I don't know if he likes me back, I mean it seemed like it yesterday, but then again he was kinda drunk, but maybe he does like me, and maybe he doesn't, but I just want to find out," she said quickly, her words knocking into each other.
"Woah, woah girly!" I said into the receiver, "chill. Why don't you talk to him?"
"No! No! No!" I could hear her yell from the other end as I passed the phone to an unknowing Carlos.
"Hello…," he muttered into the phone, yawning, "Oh hey Christie… I'm doing fine how about you?... That sounds like fun… Of course I'll come… yes, it was a fun party… Of course!... Yes… Maybe… Ok, nice talking to you again… Bye."
"So what happened?" I peered at him with interest as the other three just stretched and held their heads.
"She invited me to dinner tonight, and wants to know if we can all come over tomorrow," he laughed like being asked out was no big deal.
"And…?" I pushed him on.
"I said yes of course. From what I remember, she was the nicest, prettiest girl I had ever met. She was my dream girl. I just wish I could remember more," he looked around sadly, as if the lost memories would matter in the long run.
"It's ok Carlos honey," I patted his back, "now at least we'll have little Christa and Carlos Jr. to play with."
"What?" he gave me a strange look.
I paused, trying to think of an excuse for my weird fantasy, and coughed uncomfortably. "Nothing."
"And that is why you should say no to dope," I smiled and patted the tired boy's arm.
"Are you done now?" James asked, looking around the empty apartment for any sign of a savior.
"Nope. See, when people are on dope, they can do crazy things," I continued, hoping to make his punishment last as long as I could make it, "like have sex. Which is bad. See, I'm not one of those extreme Christians, but I believe sex should be about love and holiness."
"OH GOD!" James covered his ears and began singing Mary Had a Little Lamb as loudly as he could.
"James!" I swatted his arm and started cracking up.
"Well, you just wasted an hour of my life talking about dope fiends and fried chicken!" James stood up.
"Hey! Those were very in formable!" I stood up, trying to make my 5 foot 4 inches seem tall against his 6 feet.
"Nice try monkey," he gave patted the top of my head, using the pet name I hated most.
"Why do you guys insist on calling me monkey?" I complained, plopping down on my bed and grabbing my iPod.
"Because you use to hang onto my back when we were like… five or something. Everyone called me a tree and you a monkey," he winked at himself in my full length mirror.
I resisted rolling my eyes, because before I knew it, I was self consciously standing beside him, looking at my hair.
"I really do like your hair," he took a few strands in between his fingers and rubbed them against his face. I swatted his hand away, laughing when his only response was to stick his tongue out at me.
"Weirdo," I muttered, grabbing some of my eyeliner to reapply it.
"OOOH!" James jumped happily, "is that eyeliner? Can I try?"
"It is in fact eyeliner," I held up the small tube of liquid to the light, "but it isn't guy-liner. Get your own."
"Aww!" he pouted, and I couldn't resist the temptation. I rolled my eyes.
"You know the only people in the world whose pout actually work on me are Katie and Logan," I wagged a disapproving finger at him.
"I wonder why Logan," James's eyebrows shot up and I smacked him on the back of his head.
"Shut up. Nothing is going on with Logan and me," I crossed my arms, knowing that James could see through it.
"Come on. Everyone, except the dumb fuck of course, knows you've liked him since like the fourth grade when he threw an apple slice at you," James smirked.
"I do not like him!" but of course, I was lying. Who couldn't like Logan?
"So if it isn't him, it must be Kendall," James shook his head, "You two are always together."
"Ok, now you're just being an idiot," I patted his arm, "there is no way in hell I'd ever… you know… with that guy."
"Never say never. Or rather, NeverShoutNever," he chuckled like it was the best joke ever, taking a seat on my bed, "you guys are always hugging, or kissing each other's cheeks, or in each other's beds…," he trailed off.
"Shut up," I laid down, putting my head on his lap. He began stroking my hair, his face composed to look like he was thinking. "You aren't thinking are you?"
"How did you know?" he looked down, shocked.
"I have the feeling you've never thought about anything, besides your looks, in your life," I sat up.
"Hey! That's mean," but he smiled, kissing my cheek and getting off my bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked, wondering where the hell this guy was going to go when everyone else was out at the grocery store.
"Getting some food. See! I was thinking about eating there," he pointed to his noggin as if he had just come up with a noble prize winning idea.
"Yes, but you neglected to think about the fact we have no food. That's why everyone is out at the super market dumby," I swung my arm around his shoulder, "it's ok. You still got your looks."
"That is true," he smiled at himself, using a spoon from a drawer as a mirror. I snatched it out of his hand, laughing when he came up behind me, trying to steal it back. His arms wrapped around my waist, reaching for the spoon in my outstretched hands.
"Stop it! It's mine!" I laughed and he squeezed me harder.
"I had it first!" he complained, his chest heaving with laughter.
"Hey you guys we're ho- woah," I heard a voice say from the door. I turned to see a very shocked looking Carlos who was holding an armful of plastic bags.
"Hi Carlos," I was still cracking up, but by now James had let go of me, his arms planted to his side, embarrassed.
"What was going on in here?" Carlos asked, pointing to the spoon I still had in my hand.
"Hm?" Kendall said as he entered the room, walking around a still frozen Carlos to place the bags on the counter.
"I think I just walked in on-," Carlos began but James shot him a death stare, knowing there would be consequences if Kendall ever thought James was doing something to me .
"I'll help you put away everything Kendall," I walked over to him, leaving James to deal with a still shocked Carlos.
"Thanks monkey," he responded, using the pet name subconsciously.
"No problem," I began grabbing the bags, pausing to look over at James who had Carlos in a head lock.
Kendall tapped my shoulder, handing me a gallon of milk to put away. He took a look at my hand and smiled. "Why are you holding a spoon?"
"Hi, I'm Camille," came a voice behind me as I walked to the gym.
I turned, met by a girl a little taller than me, clad in a pink sweat suit and sunglasses. Black curls flowed over her shoulder and her smile was a little too happy.
"You're that crazy girl that hit Kendall right?" I laughed, "You're my hero! It's great to finally meet you."
"Wow, I'm glad that friendship started easily," she bit her lip nervously; "you seem to know me. What's your name?"
"I'm Jennifer, but everyone calls me Jenni," I shook her hand like I did with everyone I met at the Palm Woods.
"So I'm guessing you moved here with the four boys?" she walked along side me, smiling brightly.
I chuckled, "Yeah. I've known them my whole life."
"Makes sense," she shrugged as we entered the gym doors.
"What do you mean?" I stepped onto a treadmill, putting my hair in a ponytail.
"Well, see, you're the prettiest girl at the Palm Woods," she said as I blushed, "and you're friends with the four hottest boys in the apartment building."
"Actually, I wasn't this pretty," I laughed at the memory, "I was actually a tomboy. Besides, I'm not the prettiest girl here. You defiantly surpass me."
"You don't need to act nice!" she giggled, "You're prettier than the Jennifers."
"Oh, don't tell them that. I'm their new band member and they might kick me out if anyone told them that," I joked.
"Ah, so you're the mysterious new band member," she hopped onto the treadmill next to me.
"Yeah, they haven't really officially instated me," I began running faster.
"I see," she laughed, and I knew that she and I were going to be good friends.
