The Midnight Beast FanFiction.

Chapter 24:

*Paige's Point Of View*

We've been with the boys for a few months now. We call them the boys because it is so much easier than saying Ashley, Stefan and Andrew. So they are "the boys". We practically moved in as there was enoiugh room, most of our clothes were with us from the first day from the three week planned holiday that totally ballsed up but didn't because it allowed us to fall in love- Aww, Aren't I romantic? Eugh, it's gross. I'm begining to sound like Chloe and Cat when they start talking about Tate and Violet or whatever their names are from American Horror Story. They are freaking UBSSEESSSSEEDD with it, Weirdos.

Catherine goes to work most days-Except Saturdays, Sundays and sometimes Wednesdays because on Wednesdays there is always loads of sales online with her favourite clothing website so she takes the day off so she can buy loads of things from it. strange girl- The Boys < see, I say it all the time. They had been to a lot of interviews for various shows and radio podcasts or whatever. I didn't bother to remember what they were for, I was probably too busy playing GTA with Chloe or making Catherine a cup of tea because I'm such a loving friend.

Me? I don't work. It is effort. -Well that's bullshit.- I work at an Ice cream parlour. I probably have one of the best jobs in creation. I get to create new flavours -or try to- Then taste them. If they're good then we put it in the parlour to sell and if it is popular then lucky ol' me gets a Pay-Motherfucking-Rise! Bliss.

Chloe, She doesn't work. Not really. She sort of does... I don't know. She has stalls where she sells a shit load of home-made stuffs. Like bracelets, Earings, Gloves, Scarfs, Bags- the list goes on but I can't be fucked to remember them all.

So yeah, We keep ourselves busy working or whatever. In the evenings I often find us all eating something Chloe and Catherine have made. Sometimes it is horrific and we order a chinese, other times it is delicious and we have to try and get them to remember how they made it so we can have it again. Oh that is another thing Chloe sells, Recipies her and Catherine come up with.

"What are we doing tonight?" I asked, Snuggled up in Ash's lap. Chloe looked thoughtful for a moment, "I feel like Dominos... anyone else?" Stef and I nodded enthusiastically and Ash laughed at us and agreed. "Dru?" Stef asked, diverting his gaze from Chloe to Dru. He shrugged, "Whatever Cat is doing." Chloe and I both 'awwed' at the same time then we looked over at Catherine.

"What ya' fancy?" Ash asked, feeling involved -aww-.

No Answer.

"Oi, Catherinnneee?"

No Answer.

"Oi! Faggot!"

No Answer.

"Hello? Bitch, Why you no listen?!"

No answer.

Stef moved towards her, Stepping infront of the TV that Catherine had her eyes glued to. After Stef, Unknowingly, blocked the screen from Catherines sight she errupted into a fit that involved her kicking her legs at him and slapping him, whilst beating him to the floor out of the way. She returned back to the sofa and continued to stare upon the TV.

"What The Fuck?!" Stef yelled, getting up of the floor. He seemed as worried and confused as the rest of us. Well, Except Chloe. She was in the Kitchen making a cup of tea and shaking her head as if what Stef had done was obvious, like there was a neon sign painted over Catherine instructing people not to do exactly what Stef did.

She left the kitchen, a cup of tea in her hands and stood near us. "You idiots. What time are we eating?" She asked. I shrugged along with Ash. "Well, It is eight oclock now." I said, checking my watch. "And I'm hungry so can we all go now?" Ash asked. Chloe laughed at him, "We?" She asked. We all shared the same look of confusion, waiting for her to explain. "Well, Catherine isn't going anywhere." She said bluntly. Okay, now I'm really confused. "Why?" Dru asked, He sounded hurt.

"Look at the TV."

We did.

"Now look back."

We did.

"What is on the Telly?"

We all stared blankly at her. Wide-eyed.

"You morons. It is Supernatural. I also looked at the time table online for that channels programme list thing earlier. It is Supernatural reruns. The whole of the first series. She won't move, Speak, sleep or get up to Eat and Drink untill they have finished. So we will be missing Catherine tonight. The good thing, is that it finishes at Half eight tomorrow night!"

Oh.

*Chloe'a Point Of View.*

Twats. All of them, Twats. She isn't going to willingly leave that sofa, not even if Evan Peters walked into the room. Well, she might, but only so she can lock him up somewhere then finish all the episodes then return to Evan. Oh good lord she has problems. I'm talking about Catherine, my derranged, mental, psycopathic best friend!

"I'm staying with her." Dru said. Awwh, sweet. Pointless, But sweet.

"She won't move. Or even speak to you?" I said. Not meaning to sound rude but it was the only truthful way to put it. She has done this to me many times and I just have to feed her and make her Tea with a straw so she can drink it.

"Someone has to keep her fed." He said, smiling and sitting on the other end of the sofa so he didn't disrupt her. "Aw, Okay. In that case, we're going and I made her a tea already. Just hold it to her face for a few seconds and she'll drink it. Probably finish it actually. Moving On, Swiftly!" I grabbed my leather jacket and pulled my red comverse trainers onto my feet. The others all fumbled for their things by the door then we left. We ambled down the road for a while until we came across the first pizza shop because I wanted pizza. When I want Pizza, I have pizza. No questions asked.

"Now... which ones shall we order?"