See you in hell

Shut Up Amy

Kaitlins pov:

"Wake upppp sleepy head!" I hear right next to my ear making me jump and groan, now wide awake.

"It's the weekend! Shut up Amy!" I groan, pulling a pillow over my head, still refusing to open my eyes.

"But i love you." I hear the frown in her voice as my lips curl into a smile. She's strange.

"Shut up Amy." I repeat.

"Whatever. You're no fun." I hear her get up and stomp off, making sure to slam the door for added effect.

"Motherf*cker" I mumble under my breath, finally removing the pillow from my face and opening my eyes. I'm in Amy's room, in her double bed and light is streaming in from the window. I squint as my eyes adjust to the sudden light. I've always told Amy her room is way too bright, white walls, cream curtains that've been flung carelessly open alongside baby pink fluffy carpet. I pull myself off the bed, all my limbs protesting as I do so. Ugh, what was I drinking last night? I'm a mess.

I stumble over to Amy's full body sized mirror and cringe at the sight. My black hair is in a mess, my makeup half way down my face and my dress is still on. I slept in my dress? Oh my, Kaitlin, oh my, I scold myself.

I walk into the bathroom and wash off my makeup, borrowing Amy's hairbrush and brushing my tangled curls. "Owch" i complain before borrowing Amy's mascara and concealer, making myself look presentable.

I don't even bother searching for clothes as I know none of her clothes will fit me. I sigh as I straighten up my dress and leave Amy's room to walk downstairs.

Making my way to the kitchen, I hear hushed whispers from within. One of the voices is Amy but the other? I can't tell who it is but the sound of his hushed whispers makes my heart skip a beat.

"No, you can't just tell her!" Amy whisper yells and I choose to interrupt.

"Can't tell me what?" I walk in casually, pretending to yawn. My eyes wash over Amy questioningly, as I take in her disheveled appearance - no makeup yet perfect skin, old baggy joggers and a tight cropped top, her hair in a messy bun above her head. The voice I couldn't quite place belonged to the one and only Enzo. He looked good. Toned chest covered with a tight blue top, black jeans covering them long muscley legs. His green eyes pop well with the assistance of the blue shirt. I realise I'm gawking but so is he, I blush and look away.

"Can't tell me what?" I repeat.

"The thing that we can't tell you." Smirks Enzo.

"Which is?"

"That thing you mustn't know." Pipes up Amy, poking her tongue out at me.

"Seriously guys?" I sigh, instantly irritated.

Enzo smirks and walks towards me wrapping his arm around me and drawing my body into his side. It's worrying how right it feels having his body cushioned against mine. "How much do you remember from last night, Kay?" He asks me, voice smooth like chocolate.

"I remember meeting you... then it's all blank."

"Quick recap - you fell asleep, I brought you McDonalds, you scolded me for scaring off a bug and then I carried you back to Amy's because you fell asleep and were snoring like a b*tch." Laughs Enzo, looking down at me, still attached to his side.

My mouth falls open "b-but I barely drank?" I mumble confused.

"Oh, Jamie tried to get you back too and you told him to screw off." Adds Amy, cautiously.

I hear Enzo growl from behind me and I peer up at him confused. "Was that your stomach? You should eat something."

"Don't mind if I do" Enzo smiles, picking an apple up from the fruit bowl after moving away from me to sit at the breakfast bar.