Being Lana

Chapter 14: Boys.

"Oh God please, please slap me the next time I ever want to raise a drink to my lips!"

I didn't pay attention to Kate's suffering and kept scrolling through my TL.

"I think I'm going to die! My head is going to explode all over your room!"

I sighed and looked at a certain hungover someone, sprawled across my bed in midst of a cocoon made of pillows and blankets.

I stood up from my seat on my office chair and devoted myself to the half zombie half vampire creature, "It's time for you to stand up. Uh...food will probably help...I guess."

She groaned, mumbling, "Make me."

"If you say so," I heaved up my mattress with all my might, achieving her form twisted in fluffy blankets to tumble to the ground.

A strangled squeal escaped Katy's mouth that was muffled by all the extra material, which didn't belong to her clothes.

She managed to entangle herself from that weigh and resurfaced from the dark abyss, I waited for impatiently. Frustrated she brushed some straight strands of hair out of her face but it didn't balance out the situation altogether going on up there.

Before she could have started annoying me with her senseless argumentation, I turned her around and threw her into the bathroom. She had to fix what was going with her head and face ASAP.

After a while of me waiting, a brand fresh Kate made an appearance but with a frown etched to her lips, "I used your toothbrush. You're welcome."

"Remind me to clean the toilet bowl with it before our next sleepover," I smirked, pushing open the door and marching down the steps. Kate followed closely behind.

We were home alone because mom and the twins went to a play date and Paul had something else to do. In the kitchen Kate took a seat on the counter, while I opened the fridge to pass her a bottle of water.

Multiple texts suddenly started popping up on my lock screen from the same source, "K, are you ignoring Miles or something because he declared you officially for dead."

She grimaced at that, looking down at her phone that coincidently started vibrating, "Sure I am."

That's when she turned it off, leaning back in the stool, satisfied with the situation of her being in the position of power. She looked at me expectantly, "So...where is the food, you were talking about earlier?"

Noticing her not so subtle change of topic, I let it slide," Miss, how may I serve you? We can make you forget all your worries concerning specifically boys with homemade cereal and yummy milk à la Lana del Thomas."

"That sounds damn good, Gordon Ramsay. I hope this kitchen won't turn to hell's as long as I'm around."

"So punny," I grinned slyly, nodding at her," Love it."

I assembled all opened cereal packages onto the counter and a milk carton from the fridge. If you ask yourself why different packages of cereal are open, then I can only say that not all of us in my family like the same cereal. Chill, okay, we all are humans, too.

After Kate took out the bowls from the cabinet and two spoons, we sat down next to each other behind the kitchen island. But then all of a sudden we heard a car, pulling up next to my house. When we looked out of the window Kate groaned, massaging her sculp. Me being the clueless one saw three guys getting out of an unfamiliar black car. That's when my reaction to the fiasco resembled a split image of Kate's.