Kayla's POV.
I couldn't not tell James. I told him everything nowadays, and him me; neither of us had secrets.
At least not with eachother.
Immediately after I'd finished freaking out when I left Dan, I walked into the living room expecting my 'mother' to have burnt a hole in her liver or something. But no, there she was, passed out on top of some equally wasted guy.
Again.
It wasn't an unusual sight, this was exactly the same scene I'd seen many times before, therefore I just shrugged it off and gone up to my room.
As soon as I closed (and locked) the door to my room, I rapidly dug my phone out from my bag and found James' number. After only 2 rings, he answered.
"Kay? It's like, 20 past 5, you know this is James' Beauty Nap Ti-" He started in a groggy voice.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Jay. SO. You know you love me right? Yeah, great, I knew you did. Anyway, so uh. There's this party Sunday a-"
"Yes. I'm coming. Promise. Did Dan invite you? Of course he did. He luurrves you. Will Kyle be there? Tell me Kyle will be there. Please?" I could practically see the puppy dog eyes on him, as he pleaded me.
"No." I smirked "No, Dan said Kyle was out tomorrow, so it's unlikely will be there." Oh, the look on his face will be priceless.
"O-oh. Okay. Uhm. Yeah. Okay. Sure. I'll be there. Uh. Yeah." Shit. I feel so bad. But it'll be great. It's been a while since he's been happy.
"Sorry, James. Anyway, uh, could you maybe come over tomorrow? You know, bring me some decent clothes, help me ou-"
"Yes. Yes, of course babes. Fear not, The Guru shall come to your humble abode at precisely 3:37. Have a shower before I get there though, I don't want to have to make you smell decent too." I mentally grumbled at his comment, but also cringing at the word 'babes'.
"James. No. Please. Don't call me babes. We've had this discussion. Remember the last time someone called me that? Yeah. Poor Johnny had that cast on his arm for 3 weeks. He still doesn't sit within 5 meters of me." I giggled at the memory. "Anyway. So you'll be here tomorrow? Great! I'll tell you the full story then. Whatever. Love you. Bye!" I went to hang up.
"Ta ra babes" Dick.
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