JADE'S POV - Just Catching L's
Goddammit. Well, that backfired!
Fucking traitorous cat. I know, you wanted to make up for getting us kicked out, so you thought you'd get all chummy with our "new" roommate. Bullshit! You saw Tori would melt upon seeing you and acted accordingly. Sinister forgot where her bread was buttered.
I swear, Vega may be of Puerto Rican heritage, but she had just enough white girl energy in her blood to embrace a wild animal with foolish abandon. Too bad Hollywood Arts' yearbook didn't have a "Most Likely to Die by Mauling" category. Maybe it would've been a tie with Cat. Ironic when you think about it.
"Well, shit!" I grumbled, moving past the sickening display.
I fucking swear, is this the origin of the We Hate Jade Fanclub?
Then it dawned on me.
Moving back here created a new problem that didn't exist prior. How were we going to do the sleeping arrangements?
"Okay, Vega...let's make a deal."
"What?" she asked, approaching me whilst holding Sinister.
"If you insist on keeping this...ugly motherfucker..." I pointed to the hideous loveseat. "I'm getting the bedroom. But, if you get rid of it and I can bring my couch in, then YOU can have the bedroom. What do you think?"
Crashing on a couch for the foreseeable future wasn't ideal but it beat the hell out of being on the streets! But I draw the line at sleeping on... seriously where did she get this thing? Did Pee Wee's Playhouse have an estate sale?
"Okay, you win!" Tori huffed, blowing a tuft of her brown hair.
"Good!"
Tori set down the cat and regarded the piece of furniture.
"What do you want me to do with this?"
I shrugged.
"I dunno, sell it, store it, chop it into firewood, just get it out!"
"OUCH, WATCH IT!"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT 'PIVOT' MEANS?"
"DO YOU?"
"Ah, speak of the devil. Sounds like the boys have my couch!"
I trotted away from a deflated Vega to meet Beck and Andre at the door.
Once they made it through the door, I instructed the duo to kindly remove this eyesore from the premises to make way for MY sofa.
"HOLD ON!" protested Tori. "Change of plans!"
I looked at Vega with curiosity.
"Oh?"
"I'm gonna move the loveseat into the bedroom."
I facepalmed.
"Tori...why would you want a loveseat in your bedroom? What are you, a duchess?"
She rolled them brown eyes and pointed to Sinister.
"That little muffin is going to need a place to sleep. And since money's tight, why throw away a perfectly good sofa and have to buy a cat bed?"
You're adorable, Vega. Stupid, but adorable.
"Sinister is NOT going to sleep there just because you really want her to!"
As if this feline couldn't embarrass me more, that fluff ball pranced over to the loveseat and parked itself. Tori held her hands together and AWWWW'd as a cat bath commenced.
Tori excitedly tiptoed over to the red mini sofa and motioned for me to come over.
"Shift it, Jade and help me! Boys, bring the couch over here."
On our way to the bedroom, Vega just kept gushing about how she was going to share a room with this "precious baby."
Trying to keep my breakfast down while lifting a couch is a big ask.