In Case of Emergency // Connor Franta (ft. R.D.)

Chapter 4: Let's Go

Songs:

Stomach Tied in Knots by Sleeping with Sirens

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The sound of giggles woke me up. I was still on the couch I still had the washcloth on my forehead.

The giggling continued and I got curious. I got off of the couch and went into the kitchen to investigate.

I laughed silently when I saw what was going on. The guys were trying to throw grapes into each other's mouths. Keyword: trying. In reality, they were basically just getting hit in the face with grapes. Kian tossed a grape at Jc's face.

"Aww dude, that's my eye!" Jc shouted.

"Whoops," Kian replied.

I laughed out loud this time. My laughter caused all of the guys to turn and look at me.

"Sleeping Beauty finally awakened," Ricky joked.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked, still chuckling.

"We're trying to catch grapes in our mouths, duh,"Connor said.

"Ooh Connor's getting sassy," I replied.

"We're not doing a very good job at it," Jc pouted.

I chuckled and grabbed their bowl of grapes. I popped one into my mouth and then another and then another.

"Grape thief!" Kian shouted.

I shrugged. "Yeah. Sorry, but they're just so good," I said putting emphasis on the word good.

"Well we wouldn't know," Connor said.

"Okay, okay, I'll give your grapes back."

I returned the bowl and started walking toward the stairs with Ricky following closely behind.

"Where are you going?" Ricky asked.

"I'm just trying to get away from their craziness," I said as I walked into his room.

"Aww why?"

"Not really in the mood to dodge grapes," I joked.

He chuckled. "Get dressed. Let's get out of here."

"Where are we going?"

"The mall. We still need to buy you clothes."

I smiled.

"Does little Ricky not want to share his clothes with me anymore?" I asked in a baby voice.

"Even though you look good in them, I want my clothes back."

I laughed softly.

"I washed your clothes you had on last night by the way," he said.

"Aww really? Thank you," I replied.

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"This one looks nice," Ricky said.

"Ew no thanks," I chuckled.

"What does Amy not like jeans covered in rhinestones?" he asked in a baby voice.

I chuckled. "No Amy does not," I replied as I poked his nose.

He smiled. "What about these?" he pointed to a pair of bright green jeans.

I shook my head.

"I'm not really good at this," Ricky said.

"It's okay, me neither."

"What about this shirt?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know."