Stardom *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter Eleven

*George is Back!*

Katrina snuck throught the door and started to climb up the steps to her room in hopes that nobody would see her. She was almost to her room when she heard a group of voices behind her. "And where do you think you're going miss I-steal-everyone-else's-clothes?" the voices asked her. Katrina muttered a few choice swear words under her breath and turned around to face an unimpressed-looking Hayden, Bex and Thorne. The three girls wore identical looks of accusation. Bex tugged on the shorts that Kat was wearing, Hayden plucked at her hoodie and Thorne just made a 'tsk' sound with her tongue while shaking her head. The three girls ordered her to change out of their clothes and then they'd have a lengthy conversation about making off with other people's clothes when they were sleeping.

After the ranting all of them went out for coffee so that they wouldn't wake Thistle because she was a monster when woken up. The girls left her a note and slipped out the door, each wearing their own clothes. Katrina led her friends and bandmates back to the little café that she'd been at earlier that morning. The girls oredered various caffinated drinks: Kat got a black coffee, Bex had an iced coffee with a fair amount of cream and sugar, Hayden got a cappucino with chipped ice in it, Thorne had something like Bex but with a hazelnut shot in it instead of the chocolate one Bex got.

The girls settled at a table, laughing like crazy and telling stories like never before. People looked at the odd group of friends curiously since they didn't look like they should be friends. Katrina looked like she belonged in a gang, Bex looked like she belonged at a rodeo, Hayden like she should have had a book in her hands while sitting alone and Thorne appeared to be a crazy freak.

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When Thistle saw the note she was displeased that her comrades didn't wake her up to bring her along. She grumbled about them being rude and for abandoning her. She almost lost it when the four other girls walked into the house laughing like crazy people and best friends since birth. Her temper and fury died when Thorne rolled her eyes and handed the pyjama-wearing red-head a white, caffine-filled cold drink topped with whipped cream and caramel. The ginger's face went from 'I'm going to kill you' to 'Cheshire Cat' in three point five seconds which was followed by a fangirl-ish squeal.

Soon enough the girls were out at a park; they were taking the day off of practice and preformance. Before long swings were occupied, monkey-bars were in use, the girls played games and ate ice cream.

Bex was sitting innocently on a green swing attatched to the black swingset. But of course, peace doesn't last. Drake stalked up behind the girl and tasered her ribs. She shreiked and spun around, slapping him in his face. He recoiled and held the red handprint on his left cheek. The country boy gave the girl a 'WTF?' look. She gasped and tried to tame her laughter at the look on Drake's face.

Apologies were exchanged and laughter was heard from their bandmates. Red tinted the two country teens face's as Bex glared at her friends. It only made them laugh harder. Let me just say, it was a hot mess type of day.