By The Grace Of Katy I'm Still Breathing (Katy Perry Fanfiction)

Chapter 13 (All The Insecurities)

'Yes, you were Katy.'

'Gosh, what should I do?'

'Don't ask me, she's your best friend.'

'But she was harsh on me too! I am not going to apologize!'

'Whatever you say Katy...'

'She should apologize too!'

'If you say so... Katy, I am hungry.'

'Okay. What do you want to eat?'

'Melted cheese and ham on toast, I will make it.'

'No. Baby you are hurt, I will make it.'

'Don't burn down the house okay?'

'Okay!'

'Katy, do your cats bite?'

'No silly, they don't bite.'

'Really?'

'Yep. I'll show you.'

Katy grabbed Kitty and Monkey and placed them on my lap. I squinted but Katy asked me to calm down. It turned out that the cats just purred and sat quietly on me. I ran my fingers softly through its fur and it licked me.

'Wow!'

'See? Cats don't bite.'

'Okay, Monkey is so cute!'

'Well so is Kitty! But why are you scared of cats anyway?'

'I was attacked by cats once when I was really young, it bit me.'

'Oh... Catcat rest for a while, I am going to make us lunch.'

'Okay.'

Once Katy walked into the kitchen, I wandered off and started walking around the house. Lacy came up to me and stared at my wounds. Gosh. Lacy is perfect! So far I have found 10 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms. Katy is damn rich. While I was walking, something caught my eye. It was her music practice room. Katy had a keyboard and a few guitars and drums. I went in and picked up a guitar. I ran my fingers on it and started to play it. I had never touched a guitar before, but listening to the note each string plays, I kind of got how to play it. That guitar was a little out of tune, so I tried to tune it back right, just then, Katy walked up onto me and caught me red-handed touching her stuff.

'Oi! What are you doing!'

'Katy... I... I'm so sorry...'

'How dare you walk!'

'Huh?'

'I said sit still!'

'Oh, I thought that you were going to scream at me for touching your guitar.'

'If you weren't my baby, I would have snapped.'

'Okay. Katy, your guitar is slightly out of tune.'

'Where did you find my tuner? I lost it a couple of days ago and I couldn't find it. I need that desperately.'

'I didn't use a tuner, can't you hear it?'

'No. You can?'

'Yeah. What's the big deal?'

'Oh my gosh! You are a perfect pitch!'

'I know. So?'

'That is so awesome!'

'Okay...'

'Tell me, is it flat or sharp?'

'It is a little flat.'