I'm so SO sorry this chapter took forever. But at least the chapter isn't as short as the first chapter was.
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A few minutes later, the boys found themselves outside of 3C.
"Who's going to knock on the door?" Carlos asked.
"I think James should. He wants to be her boyfriend." Logan said.
"When did I say I want to be her boyfriend? All I said was that I have a crush on her." James responded.
"They both kind of mean the same thing." Logan replied.
"No, they don't. One means you really like a girl and the other means that you think she's really cute."
"Have fun with your denial." Kendall told his friend.
"I am not in denial!"
Just then the door opened to reveal Celeste holding a glass with what looked like a red slushy in it.
"Not in denial about what?" She asked.
"Can I try some of your red slushy?" Carlos asked.
"I don't think that's a wise decision." Carlos had already taken the glass from her hand and started drinking it. "Sure, you can try some of my slushy."
"They think that saying you have a crush on someone is the same as saying that you want to date them." James said.
"It is." Celeste looked at Carlos and the half empty glass. "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to drink things made by strange girls?"
"No, why?"
"They should have."
"What isn't normal about that slushy?" Kendall asked.
"It's not a slushy. It's a Strawberry Daiquiri. Not a virgin Strawberry Daiquiri. An actual, alcoholic Strawberry Daiquiri."
By now, Carlos had almost finished the Strawberry Daiquiri in question. "Should I stop drinking it?"
"Nah, go ahead and finish it and get a decent buzz. I'll make myself another one. I don't know what you're here for, but you're probably not getting it accomplished standing out here so come inside." Celeste stepped into her apartment and allowed the boys to follow.
The boys all sat on the couch next to each other while Celeste sat on the kitchen counter facing them. The living room was painted white with beige carpet. There was a big flat screen tv in between two windows that currently had their navy blue curtains drawn back so the sun could shine in. The couch was black and there were pictures of flowers and meadows all over the walls.
The kitchen was a light yellow, like the color of scrambled eggs. The cabinets had the look of wood that had been coated with sealer instead of being painted. The counter tops were faux granite and brown. Instead of carpet, the kitchen had white tile.
"So, before we get into the reason why you guys seem like stalkers showing up at my apartment without me ever telling you my apartment number, who wants a Strawberry Daiquiri? It'll be virgin this time. I don't want you guys to know where my stash of alcohol is at."
"I want one." Carlos said as Celeste took the pretty much empty glass from him. The other guys looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a second head. "The first one was good."
"So that's one." The other guys looked at each other as if they were trying to decide which one was going to go wake up Kendall's mom before she had her 8 hours of sleep.
"We'll all have one." Kendall said.
Celeste smiled and clapped her hands happily before she ran around the counter she had been sitting on and into the kitchen.
A few minutes and a lot of blender noise later, everyone had a non-alcoholic Strawberry Daiquiri in hand and Celeste was sitting on the counter again.
"First off, how did you guys get my apartment number?" Celeste asked as she took a break from drinking to avoid brain freeze.
"Bitters doesn't like us in his lobby, so when he heard us talking about you he told us your apartment number to get us out." Carlos explained.
"I'm pretty sure that breaks a few laws." Celeste said.
"Me too." Logan agreed.
"That brings me to my second and last questions. What were you guys talking about and why are you here?"
"James, it's your turn to explain." Kendall said while looking at his friend. James' response was just to glare at Kendall.
"James, start explaining before I come over there and sit in your lap again and this time, I WILL touch your hair."
"OKAY." James said rather pointedly. "We were talking about whether or not you would date me if there wasn't the age difference and we came up here to find out."
"So, let me get this straight, you need three wingmen?"
"That's a no. Come on guys, let's go." James said as he set his glass on the black coffee table in front of him, got off the couch, and began to move toward the door.
"Hold up." James stopped halfway to the door and turned around to face Celeste. "The fact is, you're almost exactly my type and if it wasn't for the age difference, your friends wouldn't be too interested in being here right now. Hell, even though there is the age difference, I'm considering dating you."
"YOU ARE?" The boys collectively exclaimed.
"Yes, I am. I'm starting to get bored. Do you guys want to meet up by the pool in about ten minutes?"
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