A/N: Sorry for the wait, but there are two stories now, and so it does take longer and I'm trying my best to update regularly :D
Please make sure you read both versions of this story.
Enjoy, the end of the chapter will be fantastic :D
I had stood hugging Kitty for a while, and it was nice. I couldn't believe Sugar's advice worked (I had actually expected it to, she was good with that kind of thing), because sometimes Sugar can be slightly off. Anyway I hugged Kitty until my big nosed sister walked into the room. Buzz-kill!
She'd snuck in a stole the rest of my hug, totally unfair. When she started ushering Kitty into the kitchen, I lightly swiped the back of her head, flicking her hair. She angrily turned towards me, stomping on my foot in the process, I jumped backwards, and she reaches round and grabs the back of my head, with a handful of hair she angrily whispers in my ear.
"Go hug a fricken tree. She is my friend, find your bloody own."
She scares me. Like honest to god scares me.
Despite Sugar snapping her head back every three seconds, we eventually made it to the kitchen. I sat up on the bench, than watch and try not to laugh as Sugar and Kitty have to sort of jump up backwards. Sugar gets it first go, Kitty the second time. I think she hurt her arm again, but how? she's not a cheerio anymore.
Sugar starts picking the little bits from Kitty's hair, it was a mess, and I really want to now why. But she's told us several times now that she's not going to tell us anything.
"So you're really not going to tell us anything?" I ask, raising an eyebrow hopefully. But she just shook her head, damn.
Sadie walked into the kitchen, scaring the crap out of me.
"Up, up, up, no bums on benches, scoot, scoot, the lot of you." She looked at Kitty, her eyes widening "My god girl, what happened to you?" Way to make Kitty feel bad.
Sugar being typical Sugar jumps off the bench pulling Kitty with her, glaring at Sadie and being rude to her.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she sticks up her nose and shoves Kitty along in front of her, making her way down the hallway.
Apologising to Sadie I follow them.
Kitty says something about the hallway, but I didn't quite catch it, then Sugar squawks, "Yeah, yeah they're beautiful, we get it!"
I turn back to make sure Sadie's not watching us. I turn to walk into Sugar's room, when the door slams in my face. Rude!
"Really Sugar!" I say, knowing they would have heard me.
The door isn't opened, I'm just yelled at by Sugar "Go away Ryder! This is strictly girls business!"
I'm going to do the unthinkable, I'm going to beg Sugar. Look I want to be with Kitty real bad okay.
"Let me in please," I said as I banged on the door. Hoping they would let me in, I hear some muffled talking then the door is opened. I'm greeted by a brunette with a scowl and a leopard print head-band. I look straight past my sister and to the small blonde behind her, I walk straight past Sugar and take a seat next to Kitty on Sugar's god-awful pink and black sofa (it looks like a pink zebra).
I pull a face and say "This thing is horrible," then pat the hideous cushion on the hideous seat, all in hopes to see Kitty laugh, or at least smile.
"Shush or you're out," announces Sugar, staring straight at me, evilly, scaryily. I hold up my hands surrendering, it's not worth the fight, and fall back into the surprisingly soft seat. It's ugly, but comfortable.
I watch Kitty as she folds her arms and crosses her legs, she flinches, so I know she has hurt her arm again, but how? She looks away from us, but I keep my eyes on her, I can't be sure whether Sugar does or not because I don't look at her. Kitty is my only focus.
It's like forever before someone talks, and that someone is Sugar, typical, girl can't keep quiet for more than ten minutes.
"I know what it is." She announces, and I lean forward, interested in what could possibly be Kitty's problem, Sugar looks so sure of herself. Lets hope.
"You got lost, so you came here to get cleaned up then get us to take you back home!" I nod in approval, seems like it might be possible.
"NO!" She suddenly yelps scaring the shit out of me, I notice Sugar jump out of the corner of me eye. "I'm not going home, you can't make me go home, not home." She leans over and pulls her knees up to her chin, folding herself into like a little ball. Why would she be scared to go home, what could be bad at home?
Maybe ... No, that's just st... that wouldn't happen. Kitty would tell us if it did.
Using Sugar's little skill set she'd recently shared with me, I carefully place one of my hands on Kitty's small frame, softly stroking her back, comforting her.
"It's okay Kitty, if you don't want to go home, you don't have to. We have plenty of room here." She shyly looks up at me through her eyelashes, and I smile at her. My insides start feeling weird when she smiles back.
...
Ever since I started working out more and keeping in shape for football, and the jungle known as high school, I've been eating twice as much. And very recently I've started getting up at like two or three in the morning to raid the fridge, there is aways left overs from dinner
I've also taken to sleeping shirtless. I do this because, and this is going to sound really vain, but I do it so that when I wake up in the morning, I can stand on my bed and look in the mirror, proud of what I've achieved. I look good and I'm not ashamed to say it (that stupid song starts shooting through my head), though I wouldn't say it out loud.
Through my entire mini-meal I keep humming the damn song, I hate that song, Sugar loves it, she keeps singing it in Spanish too, like what the fuck? Where did that come from?
Anyways I wash off my plate and put it in the dishwasher. I open the fridge to get a drink and finishing off the last of the milk, I close the fridge door (slightly too hard) with a loud bang, and put the empty carton on the recycling pile.
Then I make my down the hall humming, a couple of words slip out "Sexy and I know it" Damn it, I hate that song! Why? I don't know I just do, well maybe I just dislike it because Sugar likes it so much... I don't know.
I smile when I turn the corner and spot Kitty hopping down the hall, cursing. I try not to laugh, but it escapes when she slides down the wall with an 'ouch'.
"You know Kitty, you can be really funny sometimes. You make me laugh." She looks up at me, for a second she looks scared then she smiles at me again, and my stomach flops (that's what I decided it feels like). She must start thinking about how much her foot hurts again, because an unreadable expression crosses her face and she replies all snarky like.
"Good to know." I know sarcasm when I hear it. "Glad to know I look like a fool when I'm hurt."
I only think my answer through for like two seconds"You don't look like a fool, or maybe you do, but everyone looks like that when they stub their toe." I sit down next to her, knowing what I said probably sounded stupid. "It's a fact of life." Another stupid remark, and either Kitty's to nice to say anything, or I'm over-reacting. I think I'm over-reacting.
"Unless you are a Vampire," she smiles at me again (flop).
I look down, she's revealed my one weakness, my kryptonite (I spend too much time with Sam), Twilight... And I'm trying not to smile.
"There's that." I end up just giving in and smiling, I mean why not? I might make her stomach feel weird too, and that's kind of a good thing, I think. I only just notice now that Kitty it glistening, like covered in something wet.
"And there's also, you wanna tell me why it looks like you took a bath in your pyjamas."
"Cause maybe I did. What time is it?" She asks, an easy question. Her soft hair brushing against my arm as she leans her head on me, distracts me. Her hair smells like raspberry, I love raspberry.
"I don't know, about three, maybe..." Wait a second. " Hey! Don't change the subject!" unfortunately this makes her sit back up, damn, but I need answers. "Did you have a nightmare or something?" Seems likely, like sometimes I sweat when I'm having a nightmare, not that I have many nightmares, I just so tough (mentally flexing muscles).
"Maybe," she said. I could see she was trying real hard not to meet my eyes. She was trying to keep a secret, but what? But Why? I give her the look I give Sugar when I know she's lying about having eaten some of my lolly stash.
"Yes," she groans. "I had a nightmare, but I don't want to talk about it!" Of course she doesn't, just my luck, more secrets.
Why does Kitty keep things from me, I mean what else could be so bad. I already know she's bulimic. I make a mental note to watch everything she eats, and her after meal bathroom breaks.
But seriously what else could the girl have hidden?
Kitty, why do you have so many secrets?" I turn slightly more towards her, trying to looks softer, kinder, to not scare her away . "There's obviously something big that's bothering you. Telling people can help, so you need to know I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say."
She looks down, "I just can't tell," She barley whispers. "You or anyone."
I'm about to ask why, when I realise I should just show her that she can trust me, and maybe then she'll just tell me, hopefully.
I lean in closer to her. My stomach is flopping like crazy, I'm going to do this, I'm really going to do this.
I then softly connect my lips with hers.
A/N: Does that count as a cliff-hanger or not, geez, I never know. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed that. Please tell me your thoughts, I appreciate each and every one of them :D