Trapped

Chapter 7- Crazy Gleam

"What?" I asked eager to find out what Cathy had in mind.

"Well, we were hoping we could talk about what direction you were planning on going for the interviews. The interviews are what mainly decides your sponsors." Cole answered.

"What did you have in mind?" West asked.

"Well, we weren't sure. We were hoping you would have ideas." Makenna shrugged.

"Well, I could talk about our Father's death," Lorelei suggested.

West shot me a look that clearly said "please explain".  I shot him another one that said "I'll tell u later".

"Yes! That way you could play the sweet direction." Cathy elaborated on Lorelei's idea.

"But what about us?" I asked, gesturing to West and I.

"We weren't sure about this. We thought that Avee should go for cunning, and West funny. It just doesn't seem right though." Makenna answered.

"We'll think of something." West replied with a yawn.

"Ok, Lorelei, we should talk about your direction for the interviews, and how we could play it up. You can meet your stylist, too, now that you know your direction." Cathy said, leading Lorelei to the doorway.

"Can we meet our stylists?" West yelled after them.

"Not until you figure out your direction. Those are just the rules." Cole answered, getting up to leave with Makenna.

"Where are you going?" I asked, watching them leave.

"We're helping Lorelei..." Cole answered with a wave.

"Bye, see you later," West mutterted as he plopped down on the sofa again.

"So what now?" I asked.

"We could play a game?"

"Nah."

"Hide n' Seek?"

"Eh."

"Dominos."

"No.."

"Cards?"

"NO!"

"TV?"

"Nope."

"Well what do  you want to do? " West asked, clearly aggravated.

"I don't know. We should try to figure out our directions."

"Ok. You can go... caring, and mature."

"I think you should just be yourself and go for that hilarious sense of humor you have."

"You find this," West said as he wiggled his eyebrows," hilarious?"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! How did you know?" I asked, playfully reaching over and punching him.

"AHH! I'M DYING! You have murdered me!"

"Nice try," I replied, eyebrows raised.

"Hey, at least I tried!"

"Yeah, if you call that trying."

"I will kill you for killing me now! Take that!" He yelled as he karate chopped the air in-between us. He stood up on the couch and ran over to me, scooping me up in a big tackle in his muscular arms.

"No fair! Put me down!"

"Shh..." He uttereted as he placed his finger on my lip, trying to silence me.