A Little Trouble Will Do

Chapter Six

Kassidy's POV:
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I sat there in my room, listing to the fan above me click as it rotated.
What happened last night?
Was it all a dream?
Did Caleb actually like me, or was her just drunk?
All I knew was one thing... I liked him even more now.
What was I going to do if it wasn't how he truly felt.
But he did invite me to have ice cream with him. I could just be a... phase.
My head started to pound as I arose from bed, opening my bedroom door and walking downstairs.
The chilly morning air drifted through the room, and I turned to see the window was left open. I looked at the clock under the TV. It was eight in the morning. I sighed, and walked to the kitchen. Maybe I could preoccupy myself by cooking. I passed the calendar. on my way to the kitchen and noticed something written in red. I scanned it for a moment to see what is was.
Shoot! The date with Caleb was today. I totally forgot.
I started shaking. What if he decided he wasn't into me anymore. Then what? I liked him more now than I did before.
Had we even decided on a time?
No. We hadn't.
I shook the thought off. Maybe he'd forget. Maybe I could get out of the date if he didn't text me. Maybe we would forget that we even met each other. Then I could continue my life as it was before...
But I didn't want that.
My thoughts were disrupted when Gia came down stairs. She slowly put her foot off the last step and stood at the bottom for a moment. Then she looked up at me.
"So, aren't you going on your date with Caleb today?"
"Not even a good morning?!" I asked furiously, slamming a pan down onto the gradually heating, stove-top.
"Good morning. So about that date...?"
"Go away."
"Lord Kass, I just asked..."
"I don't-" I sighed. "Caleb tried to kiss me last night." I pressed on. "And he wasn't sober."
"Oh. So are you nervous."
"Oh no, boys try and kiss me everyday- especially ones I like. It's pretty typical that's added into my week." I said sarcastically.
"Wait- Kass- really?! You know I have to tell mom about tha-"
"I was being sarcastic." I said through gritted teeth.
"Oh." Gia said again. I went to the fridge and took out some eggs. "You don't need to make breakfast. Go ask Caleb about the date."
"What if I don't want to talk to him." I replied.
"What if I know you're lying. Kassidy, you are my twin sister. I know you like him. Probably even more now, is that correct?"
"Well..."
"Yes, so I want you to go text him about that date. Okay?"
"Fine. But not because you asked."
"Because you like him."
"Sure, okay, fine, whatever. If that's the answer your looking for." I said, knowing all to well it was the correct one.
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Dakota's POV:
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I awoke to the buzz of my phone and was already to confused for this early in the morning. It was Saturday, right? Without, lifting my head I reached my hand over to my bedside table and searched blindly for my phone. When I finally found it, I quickly turned it on to see an unfamiliar number. I opened it and read the text:
'Hey, It's Blaine.'
What the heck? I didn't give him my number. How'd he get it.
'Hi Blaine. How did you get my number?' I responded, running my hand through my messy- tornado like- morning hair.
'Oh, It was on some list of people's numbers in the cast. The director sent it to us early this morning.
'Oh, okay.' I sent, quickly opening the email to see he was right. 'So, why'd you text me?'
'I was wondering if you wanted to meet up somewhere and study lines.'
'Sounds like a plan, I'd like to be a little off book when we start blocking on Monday.'
'Exactly my thought.'
'So where do you want to meet?'
'How about studying and lunch a little farther downtown.'
'I have a better idea. There is this awesome restaurant up town, a little closer to broadway. It's called Cha Pa Noodle.'
'Sounds good. What street?'
'Either fifty-second or fifty-fourth I can't remember.'
'I'll look it up. Sounds good. Bring your script, we'll meet at around eleven.'
'Okay.'
I put my phone down and got up to get ready.
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I opened the door and the little 'someone has arrived' signal bell rang above me. I immediately spotted Blaine sitting at a table in the back. I smiled, and passed the old couple sitting in the front as I approached the back.
"Hey!" I said, sitting in the other free seat at the table.
"Hello, Maria."
"Still doesn't sound right." I said, placing my purse under my chair and taking my script out."
"I told him to give us extra waters considering our throats will probably dry out fast."
"Okay." I said.
We quickly decided what to order, and started studying right away.
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"What is going on in here?" Blaine asked, outraged. Luckily, the restaurant was empty. "I told you strict bedtimes! Do you, or do you not have difficulty following instructions?"
"Only during thunderstorms." I replied tenderly. "Now come along children, you heard your father, off to bed."
"Go to bed." Blaine said, breaking character.
"Oh come on! Sorry."
"No need to apologize. You struggle with that line."
"Theres always one. Many if your me."
"Doubt it. You've been doing so good so far."
"Doesn't mean I never mess up."
"Lets continue."
"Earlier I told you I don't need a governess, well maybe I do." Blaine said, making his voice higher pitched in his best teenage girl impression.
I laughed so hard I snorted, which made us both fall into the trap of relentless giggles. "Fraulein, you have managed to remember that I am going out of town for two months, first thing in the morning." He continued, still laughing a bit.
"I was wondering-" I stopped when I noticed our waiter coming over with our food.
"Thank you." Blaine and I said, as we began eating.
"We've memorized a lot." I said, as I noticed Blaine was watching me struggle with the chopsticks.
"Yes..." He trailed off and after a few more moments of watching me struggle said: "Do you need help with that?"
"Sure." I said, thinking he'd show me with his chopsticks. I was quite surprised when he reached over and took my hand. He started positioning them around the chopsticks, and when he finally let go said:
"See? Not to difficult."
But I wasn't paying attention. All I could think about was how warm his hands felt on my cold ones- and how much I longed for that warmth again.
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