Something Great

You can stay on the futon. Towels are in there, restroom is over there, and remote is over there." Kia says showing her sister the apartment "And most importantly of all, stay out of our rooms! I don't want you to get hit in the face with a book again. Remember that? Yeah so better stay clear of it."

"Yeah I remember. We stayed at the hospital all night for my stitches! Really Kia of all the soft things in your room, you grab a book?" Stacey said as she's checking out the place.

"Well you should have listened to the huge sign on my door and STAY OUT!" laughing at her I drag my bag to my room.

"What was your roommates name again? I keep forgetting it."

"Maya. She's at work and should be back Sunday from the hospital." I yell from my room.

"Oh my gosh is she okay? Why is she in the hospital?" Stacey runs to Kia's room.

"She works there duh. She's a nurse and she has to stay the night sometimes. And this weekend she is pulling double or triple shifts. So you best stay out of her way when she shows up. That girl can get mighty grumpy!"

"Is the pool open? It's so hot I'm sticking to my clothes!" Stacey shares as she's digging through her bag.

"Gross! Yeah it should. Just don't wake me up I'm going to take a nap. That drive was a b!tch." I say dragging myself to the room.

"Really? It was only two hours Kia!"

"Just go!"

Almost two hours later Kia wakes up to an empty house. Stacey is still at the pool and Kia decides to cook dinner. On her way to the kitchen she hears someone already in there.

"What are you doing? I don't want you to burn down the house!" I say going into the kitchen "Hey I'm talking to... Who are you?"

"Hi I'm Brandon from 4E" he says holding out his hand to Kia.

"Okay Brandon from 4E, what are you doing in my kitchen?" I say reaching for the phone ready to call the police.

"Oh Stacey invited me. Is that okay. I was going to make spaghetti." he says looking for the pot.

"Hell Stacey! No that is not okay. This is not her house to invite complete strangers into. What if you're a rapist or a burglar scoping out the place. Ugh Stacey!" I yell for her as Brandon is putting on his jacket.

"She's in the restroom."

"Thanks. Stacey!" I say walking down the hall "Stacey! Stacey! Open the damn door!" yelling and banging on the door I hear her scrambling around.

"Alright just wait up! Jeez Kia!" she yells through the door. Going back to the kitchen Brandon is by the door putting on his shades.

"Tell her to call me please oh and I'll be back at the pool tomorrow. Bye" he says walking out.

Just then Stacey comes out with full makeup and hair all pretty. Looking around for Brandon she rushes to the kitchen.

"Where's Brandon? He was going to make us dinner."

"How dare you invite a complete stranger into my house! You know Stacey I sometimes worry about you." I say getting the spaghetti ready for dinner.

"So he left? Without a goodbye. That bastard! Well at least I have his number. I wonder where he went?" Stacey says as she sets the table.

"He said something about his girlfriend calling. I don't know." I say to freak her out.

"Girlfriend?! That slut!" she shrieks.

During dinner Stacey can't stop talking about One Direction long enough to eat her food. 20 minutes later she's still talking about them.

"Stace please. I don't want to hear anymore! You're killing me!" I say rinsing the last of the dishes "Now be a good girl and take out the trash for me."

"Okay but we really need to talk." She says emptying the trash.

2 minutes later we're sitting on the couch and Stacey can't stop gushing about the 1D boys.

"But seriously Kia I really want you to come with me. You don't know how these girls can get. I saw this one video on YouTube where this girl was recording them and she got trampled! Like literally she got run down by these other girls. She was screaming and no one helped her, and then she was on the Yahoo! news the next morning. Kia! She had to get stitches and a cast for her arm like really? I don't want to be that girl."

"Jeez Stacey. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just talking about it is giving me a headache! Why do you want me there anyway?" Rubbing my head I wonder if I have anymore Advil.

"Well you go to those scary concerts with the head banging and the screaming and don't get me started on the hitting! I saw your bruises! That is totally not my scene but you know those concerts and maybe you can help me not get trampled." she says smiling at me.

How can anyone refuse that smile? I agree to go if she does one thing for me. Mop the whole house. Which for her she doesn't do anything that involves her getting dirty. So she might not even do it, then I'll be free to hang out with Kyle. Hopefully.

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