Better Hold Tight

The Tinglies

Catarina's POV

I think there is something wrong with Sonny. I'm not sure what it is, but it's terrifying, but it's also kinda cool. He's being a lot nicer to me. He's also been smiling more and that's always a good thing, right? I feel like I'm actually doing a good job at transforming him back into a unicorn.

However, I have no idea where the cheese and crackers he is. He just dropped me off, forced me to promise not to eat the coffee crisps, and left. I felt a little abandoned because I wanted to talk to him.

About what, you might ask? Okay, maybe you didn't actually ask me. But since I'm a unicorn and I can read minds sometimes, I know that you were thinking it. And even if you weren't thinking it, well you are now. Aren't you? Right, I knew it.

I want to talk to Sonny about this feeling in my tummy. It keeps coming and going and I'm really starting to grow worried. What if I have a disease? What if I need medical attention? What if I pass out? He's not even here to take me to the hospital! Obviously I can't take myself. Or can I?

Anyway, I'd like to talk to him about what Gabby told me. She said it was a "regular crush". I'm pretty sure Sonny has been through a "regular crush". I could ask him if this tingly feeling is normal for teenage girls to have. If it isn't, then I'm going to politely ask him to drive me to the hospital because I may or may not be dying.

I remember this one time, my brother thought he was dying because he was having bad stomach trouble. Then he screamed in a really high-pitched voice, "My stomach is fighting turtle ninjas!" and then my mother responded, "No, you're going through a normal stage in your life, Cat." It wasn't me that had screamed. It wasn't until later that I realized what she was talking about...

Anyway, my brother just burped for about 45 seconds and it went away.

I put the cupcakes in the oven. This was going to be great. It was going to take a loooong time for them to bake, so I was going to sit in the living room talk on the phone with Gabby, watch Spongebob, and wait for Sonny to get home. I was watching the episode of Spongebob where it was Pearl's birthday.

I don't understand how Pearl is Mr. Krabs' daughter. How do you get a whale from a crab? Everyone knows that she should be a seahorse. I swear, some people's logic.

I have Gabby's number on speed dial. One time, I came home to use the bathroom fell in the toilet, but my nonna was gone somewhere, so I had to struggle to get my phone out of my boot and call Gabby. After that happened about 9 times, I decided to put Gabby on speed dial. She's number 9 because that's how many letters she has in her name.

"Hey, Cat."

"Hi, Gabby." My voice sounded strained because I was hanging over the edge of the couch on my stomach.

Gabby groans. "Cat, you're not stuck in the toilet again, are you?"

"No!" I laughed at her. I loved Gabby's concern for me. She's like my own personal angel. Except she's not really an angel. I had to make that clear because some people don't understand when I'm not serious. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"Shouldn't you be loving up on Jason?" she says, her voice rising slightly. I raise my eyebrows.

"Why would I be doing that?"

"Because you like him," I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or not. She sounded like she was teasing me. I didn't like to be teased.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't admitted to anything."

And I haven't. I never said that I liked Sonny. I'm still convinced that I may have a stomach disease that is only initiated when he is around. Maybe it's in the cologne he wears...but his cologne smells like unicorns frolicking through the meadows and I really like it, actually. Why would my tummy punish me for liking the smell of a cute guys cologne? That's just rude...