This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Chapter Sixteen

This chapter is just pure fluff, probably considered a filler, and full of a domestic Andy and Morgan. If it doesn't make sense, sorry. I try.

I was jostled out of my nap by loud banging on my front door. I groaned and rolled over on the couch, pulling my blanket over my head and attempting to ignore the disruptive noise that sent my head spiraling into hell.

"Open the fucking door Kayla before I call the cops!" A familiar high pitched voice screamed loudly and if anything the banging worsened.

I stumbled off of the couch and wobbled to the front door, my whole body aching with each step, and my vision blurred when I opened the door and finally faced the sun.

"Oh thank God, you're not dead!" Morgan gasped, bringing me into her chest to hug me tightly.

"What the fuck happened to you? You look like shit." Andy snorted from beside his wife.

"I was sleeping." I mumbled, snuggling into my friend's hold and wanting nothing but to return to my previous activity.

Andy and Morgan exchanged looks before Morgan was tugging me back into my apartment and into my bed. Andy entered my room and handed Morgan a cup of water and aspirin, which she then deposited to me. I suddenly felt like a little kid as the couple bustled around me, doing things without realizing it. Morgan straightened my bed and even tucked the blanket around my body so I was cacooned and Andy closed my curtains and turned on my TV so that the music video channel was playing and put it on a low level.

"Guys, you're parenting me." I muttered but silently enjoyed the attention.

"Go back to bed, honey," Morgan cooed, pushing back my oily hair. I decided to take a shower after I got much needed sleep. "We'll talk when you wake up."

"What? Talk about what?"

"Listen to Morgan, Kayla." Andy said, using his 'Daddy Voice' on me.

"Don't mock me." I muttered but I was already dozing off.

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When I woke up again, I laid in bed for twenty minutes and thought about everything that had happened yesterday. Ray, Cade, dancing half naked again. I winced at that part and held my head in horror; I really shouldn't have allowed Ray to keep handing me those shots.

I finally climbed out of bed and into my bathroom where I took a much needed shower. I didn't even bother to put effort into my appearance, simply putting on my old Julliard sweater and comfy leggings that had multiple rips in them. I finally made an appearance out of my room and peered into the living room where Morgan and Andy were sitting on the couch.

"Ah, there she is. Feel better?" Andy asked, moving over so that I could sit between him and Morgan.

I curled into my best friend's side and sighed, "No. I have a killer headache and I want food, but I'm too lazy to make it."

"Wow, I'm surprised. This defnitely wasn't what I was expecting." Morgan noted.

"Huh? What were you expecting?" I asked in confusion.

Did she really imagine me crumbling pieces because my job was done and that I wouldn't be seeing Vic every day? Well, I kind of did fall apart last night, but I blamed that on the never ending source of booze and the party feel the beach emitted.

"You to be trashing the house, cursing out the world, wondering why you ever dated a man like Chase." Morgan said off handily.

"What? Why would I do that?" I inquired, sitting up now and facing the couple.