"God, my head hurts." I mumble, rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed. I slowly open my eyes and squint at the clock on T's cabinet. 13:17 flashes at me, not to bad. "T, wake up. T. T, wake up." I shake at T's shoulder and he slowly returns to the land of the living. "I need food and oj. Come on."
"Uh huh, I'm up." T says slowly sitting up and smirks at me, "How bad's the hangover?"
"Not to bad, I'm just hungry. Now move." I say getting up and pull down my sleep shirt, looking for a pair of T's trackies to pull on. I grab a pair and then turn to see how T's getting on, after seeing that he was pulling on clothes I walked out of the room and grabbed the carton of oj from the fridge. Hopping up onto the counter and open the carton.
"Drinking out of the carton Cameron?" T says as he walks into the kitchen.
"Yes I am and don't call me Cameron, Terrance." I smirk at him as he glares at me for the use of his full name.
"Same goes here about Terrence, Cams." T says as he walks over to me, snagging the carton out of my hands as he rests between my legs. Taking a long drink, he glances in the direction of the living room.
"Don't worry, he's still dead to the world." I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and smirking at him.
"Well then, I think that a proper good morning is in order." T says, placing the oj carton down on the counter beside us. Smirking up at him, I pull at his neck until his face is inches from mine. He captures my lips and kisses me hungrily, I return the kiss just as passionately and run my hands down his back. T runs a hand up my thigh, eliciting a moan from me. Before it can go much further we hear a noise behind us. Breaking the kiss, I look over T's shoulder and see Grant standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Morning Boo." I smile at him, "We're gonna pull on clothes and go to the diner on the corner for food, if you wanna come."
"Uh fine but right now I'm gonna go find some bleach and clean my eyes with it." Grant says, turning around and exiting the kitchen.
"I should go wake Baby up, so we can go for food." I say, slipping off the counter and smirking up at T.
"We can't catch a break at the moment, can we?" T asks me, I laugh slightly and nod, sliding out from between his body and the counter.
"Baby, come on wake up. We're going to get food." I say, shaking Baby's shoulder gently.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm up, I'm awake." Baby says, brushing in the direction of my arm.
"Nice try, up now Baby or you'll go hungry." I smirk at her as she sits bolt upright and glares at me.
"Don't threaten with food Cammie. It's mean." Baby pouts.
"Come on, grab clothes we're leaving in like ten minutes." I say, grabbing a hoodie from my closet and walking out of my room to grab my flip flops from my duffle.
"Boo, get dressed we're leaving in ten!" I yell in the direction of the living room.
"Uh huh" Grant responds letting me know that he'll be ready. I laugh slightly as I enter T's room.
"They almost ready, cos I'm hungry." T says as soon as I walk through his door.
"Uh huh, so you better get a move on and get dressed." I say, turning and smirking at him, "Though I like what your wearing now." I let my eyes run over his abb's and rest them on the top of his sweats, hanging low on his hips, very low.
"I'm sure you doubt if I go like this you might not be able to eat, and we don't want that now, do we?" T walked over, a cocky grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him.
"I think you might be right." I smirk up at him, looking through my eyelashes at him, knowing full well it makes him go crazy. T doesn't disappoint as he lowers his face to mine and captures my bottom lip, I smile as the kiss turns more passionate, reaching up to run my hands through T's hair as his hands grab my ass.
"Can you two please stop playing grab ass along enough for us to go eat?" Baby asks from the doorway. We break the kiss and I turn towards the door, grinning, T flips Baby the bird as he grabs a t-shirt off his dresser and grabs my hand, dragging me towards the door.
"Common then." He says as we pass a grinning Baby.
"Boo you coming or what?" I yell as we pass the living room for the door, hearing the sounds of Grant scrambling off the couch and running after us.
~Later That Day~
"Boo when's Zack coming?" I ask as we're lounging about Central Park.
"I got a text from him saying tomorrow sometime, why?" Grant asks twisting to see me from where he was laying.
"No real reason, I'm just trying to figure out where your gonna sleep once he arrives as he's got the couch. I smirk at Grant, waiting for the reaction I know is coming.
"What?! No way in hell is he getting the couch!" Grant exclaims.
"Then where, pray tell dear brother, do you propose for your friend to sleep? For you know that all the beds are occupied and no-one bar our Aunt Abby is allowed to sleep in her room." I say, rubbing in the fact that Grant has to give up the last comfy sleeping spot in the apartment.
"I don't know, dearest sister, if the last sleeping spot the couch then he shall just have to sleep on the floor, won't he?" Grant says.
"You can't make your friend sleep on the floor when you can just as easily." Baby says, whacking Grant in the stomach.
"Oh Boo can and will." I say, "Boo here doesn't like sleeping on hard surfaces and the floor defiantly counts as a hard surface. Though me and T can just go stay at a hotel while Zack's here." I smirk at Grant, knowing what thought'll be going through his head.
"NO! I'll sleep on the floor." Grant shouts. We all dissolve into laughter at Grant's reaction.
"Fine, I thought you'd see it my way Boo, you normally do." I manage to say between my laughter.
"What are we doing tonight?" Lara asks, once we've all calmed down.
"Ugh, I can't be fucked going out to The Club tonight, I'm not in the mood for dancing." T says.
"Your not in the mood for vertical dancing T, I'm sure your in the mood for some horizontal dancing." Baz says smirking at us.
"Your just jealous that you ain't getting any Bazzy Boy." I say, making Baz bluster and try and regain some face. "What's on at then movies tonight?"
"Umm, I think some crappy chick flick, a horror and a couple of action flicks, plus that new cartoon that I hear is good." Baby says.
"Cartoon it is. Someone check the times for tonight." T says and Grant grabs his phone looking up the times.
"There's one at 16:50, another at 19:40 and the last one at 21:30." He says, tucking his phone away.
"Let's catch the last one, cos I got family crap tonight and I can't get out of it if I still want a roof over my head there." Liam says, "What's the time, anyway?"
"Like half four just now." I say, checking my watch.
"Shit, I gotta go." Liam says, standing up and grabbing his hoodie from the ground. "Message me where and when we gonna meet and I'll see you there."
Liam turns and jogs towards the Parks' exit.
"Does anyone know if Calvin still works at the tattoo parlor?" I ask.
"Last I heard, why? You thinking of getting another one, Trouble?" Lara asks, sitting up slightly.
"Yeah, I've wanted another one for a while and I finally figured out what." I say, stretching and then snuggling back into T's arms.
"You gonna get your arm inked up?" Tina asks.
"Nah, Joey'll flip his nut if I get that done. I'm gonna get a question mark on my hip and in a couple of days a chameleon on my foot." I reply.
"Nice, I take it they're already designed and you just need the artist?" Lara says.
"Yeah, so anyone got Calvin's number?" I smirk at Lara, knowing full well that she will.
"Yeah, you want me to call him?" Lara says, fighting a blush that's winning, I nod holding in my laughter.