The Sleepover Part One

Kaitlyn POV

Emma reacted really strangely. I don't think she likes me, which is a shame. I'd love to be friends with The Chosen One. At least Andi and I get along like sisters. Seriously though, what's Emma's problem?

School is over and I'm quickly packing my bag at my house. Pillow, check. Sleeping bag, check. Toothbrush, clothes, and toothpaste, check. Toolbox, check. Don't judge me, Andi said I'd need it.

I'm almost all packed when I hear a knock on my door. Oh great, my brother or his wife. Mike is eight years older than me, and Miranda is seven years older.

When I was fourteen our mom was in a bad car crash. I was ejected from the vehicle, but she hit a tree, and the car blew up. Since our dad died in the military when I was seven, and I had no other family, he took me in. He and Miranda were living together, and a few months later they got engaged. I was Miranda's maid of honor, since she wanted to have a 'bonding experience'. I know she just felt sorry for me, and I hate dresses, but I love cake so...

"It's open!" I shout, turning back to my bag. It may seem mean, but I'm in a hurry and I don't really want to talk to either of them tonight. I hear the door open and shut.

"Hey sis." Mike says. I smile a little. Mike knows me, he'll let up if I act a certain way. Meanwhile Miranda is a girly girl that tried to make me wear a skirt to school. You get the picture.

"Hey big bro." I reply. I hear him walk toward me and see his fingers skim my suitcase.

"Got somewhere to be? Hope you're not planning on running away on me." He teases. I look up and playfully roll my eyes, zipping my suitcase shut.

"Nope, sleepover with a classmate of mine. Besides, the government would ship me right back here anyway." I joke. Mike and I always try to make light of our situation. We both hate being emotional. So jokes about running away it is.

"Yep. And if you're really lucky, they'll put you in a cage on a dancing bear stand and make you hula in a costume." He smirks. I shudder. I hate skirts with a fiery passion.

"Yeah, no. I know karate, and how to kick box." I remind him. We both laugh. I am the absolute least girly person he knows. Miranda is my polar opposite. She tries like heck to make me act like a girl, and then I remind her that I know martial arts, and Mike still has to practically pull her off. One of these days I'll actually hit her, pregnant of not.

"Ya know if I didn't know any better I'd think mom lied to me and I actually have a brother." Mike jokes. I chuckle and roll my eyes. I am practically a guy. Mike and I always got along well because of it.

"And I'd be a world renowned olympian, guess we both have shotty luck." I shoot back, wincing at my own words. He catches on and rubs my back. I hate being emotional, but thinking about mom and dad makes me sad. It still hurts, but I never let myself cry about it, just come close.

"Don't worry about it, it'll get better." He assures. I snort in a humor free way. Yeah right.

"Yeah, and then the sky will fall." I say. It was supposed to be a joke, but it comes out humor free.

"I mean it. Just calm down." He reassures. I nod, though I don't believe it. It's been three years, I'm seventeen, and it still hurts.

"Come on. Don't wanna be late for your sleepover right?" He asks playfully. I smile and shake my head. I grab my suitcase when...

"I heard sleepover!" Miranda announces in a singsong voice, throwing the door open. I jump back, falling on my bed with wide eyes. That woman is a very lame, high-heel wearing knockoff of a ninja. A very sneaky ninja. Especially since she rarely wears flats, let alone sneakers of any kind.

In her left hand is a massive brush that I think is for blush. Seriously, that thing is bigger than my face. There are also smaller brushes too. In her right hand is a large blue box hanging by a handle. It holds her on the go makeup. That thing weighs about a metric ton. Oh no! She is not using that stuff on me. Over my dead body.

"Hi Miranda. Well um.. bye!" I shout, grabbing my suitcase an making a mad dash for the door. I hear her chasing me, far behind due to her heels and small baby bump, and Mike laughing his butt off. Remind me to kill him later. This is cruel. Just cruel I tell you!

"Wait! Let me make you beautiful!" She cries as I rush through the door. Um, no thanks Mir. If I want to use makeup, I'll come to you. Until then, for the love of god, stop! Seriously. Thankfully, she's too slow to catch me. I grab my over the shoulder strap and secure my suitcase, slowing to a walk since I'm almost a block away from home by now. It's not even funny.

I arrive at Andi's door in about ten minutes, and it's supposed to be a twenty minute walk. Her mom opens the door for me. Dang, this woman is sophisticated. She is wearing a robe that looks to be from Fuji, and her hair is in an elegant bun. Please tell me this is not her average lounging look.

"Oh hello there. You must be Kaitlyn. Come in, come in." She says, gesturing me in. I grimace and enter. Hello? Ever hear of hi, hey, heyo? Any of those are fine. Hello makes me feel out of place. And Kaitlyn really?! Does this lady not know what casual means?

"Thank you Mrs... Cruz." I say, almost in a questioning matter. She smiles at me brightly.

"Why you are quite welcome dear. Now if you will excuse me, let me get Andrea for you." She says, stepping towards the staircase. Also, did I mention this place is almost a mansion? Like seriously, this place is huge. Wait, wait, wait, hold up, Andrea. Seriously?! Oh, my, god. I'm gonna tease Andi about this forever.

Andi (a.k.a. Andrea) POV ;)

I'm upstairs setting everything up for tonight when I hear my overly posh mother's voice.

"Andrea dear, your friend is here." She says. I sigh and go downstairs. Wait, she's early. Eh, never hurts. Least that's what Em says.

"Mom, please, stop calling me Andrea!" I ask, exasperated. She refuses to call me Andi. No matter what.

"No. Andrea is your name, and I will not refer to my daughter with a son's name. Now if you will excuse me, your father and I are late for a meeting. Try not to break anything." My mam chastises with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes ma'am." I reply. I don't know why she thinks I break everything. I swear, one lamp falls on your chainsaw and you're forever known for it. Well, Phillip and I accidentally knocked another one over when we had a Zombie Apocalypse marathon, but Em bailed us out with a replication spell, so she doesn't know about that.

"Good. Now, we are leaving." She said, walking toward the garage. I swear, would it kill her to use contractions? Just once?

"Okay, bye mom." I shout, waving. I walk all the way downstairs and see Kai giving me an amused look.

"What?" I shrug, a little on the defensive side. She just snorts.

"Andrea, seriously?" She asks, raising her eyebrows. Ugh! Mother!

"Kaitlyn." I point out, swinging myself into my kitchen. She wrinkles her nose, but shrugs.

"Touché." She admits, propping her elbows on the island. I open the fridge and look for something that's actually food. All there is is organic crap. And my family wonders why I go to Emma's for food. At least she makes normal food upon request.

"Want anything?" I ask, turning toward Kai. She takes one look at the fridge and wrinkles her eyebrows.

"Uh, maybe we should just order takeout." She suggests. I nod, shutting the fridge. Once I know I'm not 'wasting energy' or whatever I grab the house phone.

"Pizza or Chinese?" I ask. She thinks for a second.

"Pizza." She decides. I chuckle.

"A woman after my own heart. Pepperoni okay?" I ask. She raises her eyebrows.

"Is there another way of life?" She asks in a very 'duh' tone. I shake my head and laugh.

"Okay then. Pepperoni it is." I agree, going to the contact. I have every takeout joint in Miami on speed dial. It's the only way I can survive my parents' food choices.

A few minutes later I join Kai on the couch.

"Alright. Pizza will be here in 20. What do we do in the meantime?" I ask, sitting down. Kai looks at me and nods to the TV with a smirk. I return the look.

"Zombie Apocalypse 4 it is!" I almost shout, as we scramble to grab controllers and get everything set up.

We start playing and I realize that, for the first time ever, a sleepover is completely glitter free.

I kind of like it.

So in that chapter we delved into Kaitlyn's past a little more. You got to see a vulnerable side to her. Also, which OC is your favorite? Mine is Miranda. I can just imagine a dark haired pregnant woman chasing Kaitlyn with a makeup bag. It's hilarious. Please review, and let me know what you thought. I'm sorry it took so long, I've been working on a lot of stuff. Bye guys.

~Jem