Piper's POV
Dear God,
Thank you for my wonderful, kind, sweet, fantastic cousin Kendall…..'s credit card.
Love,
Piper
PS: I guess the boy's okay, too.
I don't know how many times I've wished for this.
Here's how things went down:
Kendall called someone while I zoned out, not figuring he'd be talking about something I'd care about. He hung up, pulling into the Victoria's Secret parking lot. I looked at the clock , which read 2 a.m. That's when Kendall said:
"Go inside, and don't come out until you can't carry anymore."
When I asked him how I was supposed to pay for it, he smiled and said:
"Text me when you're ready to pay, but until then, me and my MasterCard will be waiting right here."
And that is why Kendall Schmidt is my hero.
After we paid (well, he paid), we got back in the car where I continued to pile on the cover-up. I slid some new clothes on under my old ones, not taking them off until I was completely dressed of course.
And viola! Kendall glanced over at me because I was humming. He did a double take and made exactly the same face as he made when I came downstairs earlier.
That's how I knew…
I looked hot.
Carlos's POV
When we got home, we all changed and piled up on the couch. It was still hard to believe that yes, our couch was big, but our TV? Bigger.
While I channel surfed, James and Logan talked about whether or not Piper staying here tonight was going to be awkward.
Kendall walked in with… Victoria's Secret bags? Was this supposed to be some kind of joke?
There wasn't anything funny about Piper walking in, bags in both hands, swinging them in time with her hips.
Surprise, surprise. We all said the same thing as we looked her up and down:
"Lord have mercy…"