Kidnapped | T.K

N I N E

-KIMS POV-

"Well, hello. Got some cardio in, did we?" I say as I see Gustav and Paris come into the room. Everyone chuckles, but them. Paris sticks her tongue out at me, whilst Gustav turns into a tomato.

"I think you scarred Kim." Tom chuckles. "Don't remind me." I say, giving him a death stare, shuddering. He just chuckles and nods. "Can we have our phones? My parents are quite strict and both mine and Kim's parents will be super worried about us, by now." Paris asks.

"I don't see why not." Bill says. "Yeah, sure. As long as you don't run away." Tom says, giving me a look as if it was directed at me. I just flash him a grin.

"They're here." Georg says, whipping them out of his pockets. "There better be no dick pics on here." I say cautiously, taking my phone from him. "No promises!" He replies, winking at me.

"Can I go call my mum?" I ask. The boys nod and I get up and walk into the kitchen. I dial my mums number and it only rings twice before she picks up.

"Bebê! Onde você está? Você deixou eu e seu pai preocupados! Você está bem?" My mum immediately says.
(Baby! Where are you? You have me and your Papa worried sick! Are you okay?)

"Estou bem, mamãe! Os telefones meu e de Paris morreram e vamos passar a noite com um amigo. Sinto muito por preocupar você." I explain briefly to her.
(I'm fine, Mama! Mine and Paris' phones both died and we're staying with a friend for the night. I'm sorry for worrying you.)

"¿Es mejor que no sea una casa de chicos?" My dad interjects. I hate having to switch from Portuguese to Spanish, but then again, it makes me seem smarter I guess.
(That better not be at a boys house?)

"Sí, papá. Es una casa de chicos, ¡aunque solo un amigo!" I say, rolling my eyes. My dad is so protective over me even looking at a boy!
(Yes, Papa. It is a boys house, just a friend though!)

"Vale.. ¡Diviértete, no demasiado! Te quiero." My dad says, sighing.
(Okay.. Have fun, not too much! I love you.)
"Yo también te quiero, papá, mamá." I say, making kissy noises as I end the call.
(I love you too Papa, Mama.)

I put my phone back in my pocket, walking back to the living room. I was about to walk in when I heard the boys talking about me and Paris. "Gustav, how did you manage to get with Paris before I did with Kim?" I hear Tom ask Gustav, bewildered.

He wants to get with me?

He wants to get with me.

He wants to get with me!

"Because, I'm not a dick!" Gustav replies. "Oh, you-" Tom was about to say, but I walked in before he could do anything more. "Oh, hey, Kim." Gustav says, pulling a face at Tom. Tom rolls his eyes before turning to me and smiling.

"Okay. What have I walked into?" I ask, pursing my lips. "Toddlers. Uno, anyone?" Bill asks. "ME!" I yell, running over to him and sitting down next to him. "I will, if she is." Tom says. "I hate uno." Gustav whines. "Then don't play?" Tom says. "No, because you don't want me to. So, I am." Gustav explains.

"I will if everyone else is." Georg says. "Somebody say Uno?" Paris asks, coming in. "Yes!" I grin at her. She quickly sits down and Bill deals everyone a set of cards. "Right. No sore losers." I say, pointing at everyone. "Amen!" Georg says.

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"UNO!" I say, slapping down my second to last card. "How?! This is our seventh match!" Tom asks, eyes wide. "Magic." I smile. "UNO." Gustav shouts. "Oh, no you didn't." I say, looking at him with my jaw agape.

"Oh, yes I did!" Gustav says, laughing evily. "Well, suck on this." I say, slapping down my last card which was a +4. "No!" Tom whines. "Yes!" I say in the same high-pitched voice as him. "Don't forget, I literally kidnapped you Kim." He says, looking at me through his eyebrows.

"That same person is playing Uno with me right now." I say, raising my eyebrows. Tom just rolls his eyes. "Hey, what time is it?" Paris asks. "Time for you, to get a watch!" Bill says. "It's 11 something." Georg says. "Oh, shit. Really?" I ask, yawning as the realisation of the time dawning on me.

"I'm gonna go to bed." I say, getting up. "Do you remember where it is?" Tom asks, also getting up. "Nope!" I say. "Come on then." He says, nodding his head, signaling to follow him. "Night, guys!" I say to everyone. "Night!" They all say back.

"So, why did you kidnap me and Paris?" I ask Tom, following him to his bedroom. "Secret." He replies, opening his bedroom door. "Night, beautiful." He says, leaning against the door frame, looking down at me, smirking.

Oh fuck me. My self respect is actually dissolving as we speak. If he keeps looking at me like that, my clothes are going to disappear.

"Night, Tom." I smile at him, trying to walk past him, when he stops me. "Tom, w-" I was about to say, but he cuts me off by kissing me passionately. He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, making the kiss deeper.

We both pull away once we're out of breath. "Well, that was one way of saying goodnight."