AT CARL'S
KNOCK KNOCK
"Alright, I'll get it!" Carl opened the door. "Cat!"
"Carl!" Cat screamed.
"Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in like, ages!" Carl laughed.
"That's what I said!" Cat squealed in her scarily high voice. Carl chuckled.
"You still sound the same!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cat screamed. Carl just laughed again.
"Nothing." He grinned madly. "Oh, my gosh, you're Cat!"
"Oh, my gosh, I know!" The two hugged each other, screaming gibberish in each other's ears.
"Ahem!" Cat's mother coughed. "Sorry to break this up, but it's raining outside and uhh..."
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Carl mumbled. He stood to the side of the door. "Come in!"
"I will!" Cat giggled. She ran in, dragging her suitcase behind her. "Where do I sleep?" She asked.
"I'll show you." Carl answered and they sped up the stairs.
"Here's where you sleep!" Carl gestured to the bed in the guest room and Cat immediately sat down and plopped her suitcase next to her. She started to unpack while Carl went into his bedroom. He came back and helped to unpack.
"Are you still friends with Jane?" Cat asked.
"Yeah. We're dating." Carl said.
"Shut up! That's so awesome!" Cat yelled.
"I know, right?" Carl replied in the same girlishly excited tone as Cat. They chatted about life, and Cat asked if Carl's room still smelled the same. He was just about to answer when an all too familiar (To Carl) chime and flash alerted him of Porter's arrival.
"Porter!" Carl hissed.
"Carl!" Porter hissed back.
"Didn't you get my text?" Carl hissed back-back.
"Yes, why would you tell me to beam in when you have a friend over?"
"I didn't! The text said 'DON'T beam in!'"
"No, the text said 'Do beam in'!"
"Porter, who says 'Do beam in'?"
"Uhh, you."
"Woah! What just happened?" Cat asked, flabbergasted.
"Stay out of this, Cat." Carl snapped as he and Porter took it in turns to scream at each other, hoping volume would determine who was right. Eventually, Cat just screamed and passed out, which just made Carl and Porter argue about who had freaked out Cat.
"It was you!" Carl yelled for the 17th time.
"No it wasn't!" Porter yelled back. "Who is she anyway?"
"She's Cat, my cousin! I haven't seen her for 4 years! And now, she's gonna get all confused and keep passing out like that!" He pointed to Cat, who was currently lying on the bed.
"We'll just get her memory erased!" Porter argued.
"We can't, there's the risk that it goes wrong and if it goes wrong she'll panic and I don't even wanna bring up the fainting!" He pointed to Cat again. "We're in a vicious circle, and it's entirely your fault!"
"No it's n..." Porter stopped. "Okay, this is stupid."
"I know, you shouldn't blame me when it's so obviously your fault!"
"Carl! I mean we should stop arguing and focus on the unconscious girl on your bed!"
"Oh." Carl said sheepishly. "Good idea." They both got closer to her.
"Wait." Porter said. "What are we gonna tell her when she wakes up?"
"How about... She hit her head off the wall and you walked in just as it happened? We can't tell her about angels."
"That'll do." Porter was about to nod his head when Cat opened her eyes.
"What about angels?" She asked.
"Nothing? What angels?" Carl chuckled nervously. He was no-where near as good at Cat was at acting, because even the girl who just worked out what the 'chicken crossing the road' joke meant two months ago knew that he was lying.
"You're hiding something, aren't you?" Cat gasped theatrically, obviously offended.
Porter and Carl looked at each other.
"Can we-" Carl started.
"No!" Porter ended.
"But we-"
"Well, tough nuggets!"
"And she-"
"I'm sure the doctor will sort it! Carl, she can't know!"
