Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Here We Come, England: 7

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Chapter seven: This is war, my dear, not friendship

            "Oh my gosh. Phoebs! Thanks so much for getting me a date with Devon. I really do owe you." Caitlyn cried at me. Though it only took a few seconds to walk back home, we sat lying in the grass in front of the house having a girl chat. 

            "Dude, you know you can never doubt me, right? I always come through with my awesomeness." Caitlyn laughs. We stare at the clouds, enjoying the silence that we have. 

            "Ya know, I haven't told you this lately, but I love you sis. I wish we could be back in New York together without mum and dad." 

            I make a heart with my hands and Caitlyn laughs. "So, are we ready to get our game plan on?" She asks me.

            "Well, derr. I have been waiting for you to finally say that, after you've been love sick all day." We laughed on our way into the house.

            Walking into our room, Caitlyn flops on hr stomach and reaches around to find the six bags she shoved under the bed. When she found them, we walked to our game plan room. 

            "Okay, first things, first. We need to set up the whiteboard and bulletin board. Then search mums stuff for a table that we can use." Caitlyn stated.

            "I got the whiteboard and the sticky things. You get the bulletin board." I seek the room and settle on the wall to the left of the room. 

            I really don't understand how people could work in factories, in China and know the stuff isn't even for their people and they're getting paid less than they normally pay for factories in their country. 

            I pull one side of the sticky thingys and put it on the top left corner of the whiteboard. Doing the same for the other three corners. Then, making sure it's straight, I put the board up. 

            When I turn around I see Caitlyn staring at me. "You're such a perfectionist, ya know." She smiled. 

            "Whatever, Kate." I play slap her on the shoulder. 

            "Okay, I think mum didn't bring a table, but we could just grab the one from the guest room." 

            "Umm, Kate, we won't be able to bring the table up by ourselves."

            "You're right. I bet Devon wouldn't mind. I have his number so he can come over."

            Caitlyn pulled out her phone. Dialing Devon's number I could vaguely hear the ring from the phone. Lucky Caitlyn has iPhone with an awesome case of a cupcake. 

            "Hi, Devon! Phoebe and I were wondering if you could come over and help us move a table."

            "Really? Thanks, see you in a minute!" 

            Caitlyn hung up, thank goodness they didn't do that stupid couple thing, NO YOU HANG UP! Man does that annoy me because it's so stupid.

            "Let's go wait by the door for Dev." Caitlyn started.

            "Did you just call him, Dev? NOOOO!! Caitlyn don't fall for him. This is what will ruin the war!" I cried.

            "Calm down, Phoebe, nothing will stop me from this war. And, you know that. So don't make a big deal out of me having an English boyfriend."

            I rolled my eyes. "Aww, is Phoebe jealous that I got Devon for a boyfriend?"

            "No! Dude, he's not even that cute. You're the one who falls for Englishmen."

            Caitlyn laughs. "What, does little Phoebs fall for Brizillians?"

            I shake my head. "Of course not. I don't even know what Brazillians look like." 

            We heard a knock and the door and it opened immediatly after. "Wow. Intruded, much?" I ask Devon.

            He chuckles. "Okay, the table is downstairs and we are too weak to carry it ourselves."

            "Haha, I can see that. Don't worry, I have plenty of muscles." Caitlyn giggled. Gah, sometimes she acted so childish.

            We led Devon down the the guest room and picked up the table like it was no big deal. Caitlyn mumbled a Woah and I just watched in awe. "Where do you guys want this to go?"

            "Follow me. You can carry that up stairs, right?" I speak.

            "Never doubt Devon." He told me. I rolled my eyes and led him to our plane room.

            "Want the chairs too?" I nodded and he brought three chairs up, one by one.

            "We only needed two.." I exclaimed. He faked hurt. "Without me? How could you?" I laughed. 

            "This is war, my dear. Not friendship."