Oh no. Now I've done it. He probably thinks I hate him. Now everything's going to be awkward. Ugh!
I head into my own bathroom, and try to freshen up a bit. Brush my teeth and hair. Shower and change into some new clothes. What is today? Saturday? Yeah. That sounds right. I yawn and head out to get some breakfast.
Spot and Albert are now awake, and Jack's out of the 'bathroom.' It's only now occurring to me; Where did Race and Spot sleep? I get myself a very fancy, plastic bowl out of the cupboard, and begin pouring myself some Fruity Pebbles.
"So, Spot. I'm sorry I took your bed." He looks at me. There's a smirk on his face that makes my stomach turn. I realize I basically got back at myself for the tree joke yesterday. Darn it.
"Oh, no. That's quite alright. No harm done." I nod, very disturbed by his formal manner.
"So, where did you end up?"
"Oh, I slept in Jack's cot." I nod.
"And Race?" I ask, fearing the answer. Spot's lips curl. He just loves to torture me, doesn't he? He nods behind me, not bothering to give a verbal answer. Slowly, I turn around. There stands Race, in the hallway. To mine and Crutchie's room. Which means he almost indefinitely slept in my bed. My bed! And I can't be mad, because I slept in his bed. This whole thing is just a disaster. Race smiles and walks up to me.
"Good morning, Katherine. How did you sleep?"
"Just fine, thank you." I say through gritted teeth. I begin to walk away, but Race pulls me back.
"You're supposed to say, 'how did you sleep, Race?'" I give what I hope is a sickeningly sweet smile, and I see the light in his eyes dim for just a brief moment out of fear.
"How did you sleep, Race?" He swallows, collecting confidence for his reply. I lean in close to him, daring him to pull away. He doesn't. Instead, he leans in closer, his nose barely an inch from mine.
"I slept wonderfully, thank you so much for asking!" He stays there for a bit, seemingly daring me to do something. But I don't, and he walks away with a smug look that I would like nothing more than to slap right off his face. In the most friendly and loving way possible, because I do not condone violence.
Instead, I roll my eyes and take a seat at the table. Slowly, Crutchie wakes up, followed by Jojo, and finally, Davey. He comes out with wet hair and clean clothes, looking to the world like a man on a mission.
"Oh good, you're all up. Listen. So today, since we all are employed now, I thought we'd throw a party of sorts. Spot, will Medda let us use the deli?"
He nods. "Yes. Mind you, she's not too happy about it. We better clean up nicely." Davey nods.
"Wonderful. So, I have jobs for each of you to do. We'll go in pairs. Except for Spot, Crutchie, Jojo, Albert, and Race. You'll all be working. So, just, stay there after work, I guess." They all nod, and head out the door for work. Davey looks at the rest of us, and his face falls for a moment.
"Well. 3 of us. Not as many as I had hoped, but better than nothing. So, I guess I'll get food, Jack get party favors, and Katherine, you okay on decoration?"
"Davey, why do we need party favors? And decor? It's not like it's a big celebration or anything." Jack points out. He stutters.
"Phft. I was just testing you on you money saving techniques!" He throws his hands up in the air. "Congratulations, you passed." I just roll my eyes, and turn on food network.
"Well, I'ma crash here today then. You two can go out, or whatever." Davey nods and throws on a jacket.
"I think I'll crash here too. No reason for the both of us to go out, right?" Jack asks.
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Run Away With Me
FanfictionEight kids run away to New York to pursue their dreams. Amid unstable living and work conditions, Jack Kelly falls head over heels for miss Katherine Plumber. But he just can't put his feelings into words. Katherine is trying to pursue her dreams, b...
