Skipped over chapter 12 woooo
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It was about 2PM when we decided that we should head over and visit Katie. I hadn't done much of anything all day, which was actually nice for a change. Jenna, Nate, Andrew and I made the short trip to the apartment I shared with Jenna and Katie, not that I had been spending much time there recently. Jack was taking care of Katie, he had insisted on it. He felt like it was his duty after blaming himself for what happened to her .
"You okay Katie?" I asked after unlocking the door to the apartment.
"Yeah." She smiled.
I was about to nod when we all stopped dead in our tracks.
"Did you talk?!" Jenna asked.
"Yeah."
"KATIE!" Andrew yelled, running over and hugging her. We followed his lead and headed over to the table she was currently sitting at.
"Holy shit your voice is nice too!" Nate remarked, making us laugh.
"How did you first talk? What was the first thing you said?"
"Well it's kind of a funny story, but-" She started, only to be cut off by Jack.
"We were having sex."
"Oh my God."
"Well that's nice to know."
"Well we had sex as well tonight, Jenna."
"But we're together so-"
"Who said we aren't together?" Jack interrupted.
"Are we?" Katie asked, looking at him.
"I want us to."
"Oh. Then sure." Katie said.
Jack smiled and hugged her.
"Aww! I shipped them so hard!" I said, leaning back and looking at Andrew who was behind me.
“Shipped?”
“Shipped.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
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"Looking for a condom? Because I have one." I said to Andrew who was obviously on a mad search for something.
"No, i'm looking for flugey. I can't find her."
I tried to figure out what he could be talking about, but to no avail.
"Flugey?"
"My flugelhorn! I can't find her anywhere!"
"Why do you need...her...now?"
"I don't, I just want to know where she is. And yes, she, it's a girl. It has a gender."
What the fuck?
"Look by all of your instruments..."
"Right!" Andrew left the room. I unintentionally shook my head, something I did when I was confused or something along those lines.
He came back in with the flugelhorn in his arms.
"I'm so sorry, baby." He said. To the flugelhorn, might I add.
"What the fuck, Andrew."
"I love flugey."
"You love that thing more than me"
"No I don't"
"Mhm"
"Nhm" He said, snapping his fingers.
"Don't make me re-clothe, dipshit."
"You can if you want"
"This. Isn't. Funny."
"Yeah it is."
"Bye. Where are my clothes?"
I was not in the mood to play games.
"Why are you going?"
"Because this doesn't feel right. Not right now." I glared at Andrew who just sat there like a reprimanded child as I walked out.
