Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Here We Come, England: 8

Okay, this chappie is dedicated to Soundless_Shadow because her name is Emilee and she’s awesome to chat with. She also makes covers and we’re really good friends! (: I thought I was due for an update. I need to slowly stop being such an addictiver to Wattpad. Lol. I don’t think that’s a word. Anyways. (:

Here’s the chapter. I’m really not sure how long this story will last, and that I will finish it in time for Watty Awards but, hey. Dancing in the Rain took less than month, so let’s hope I can do it!

Chapter Eight: Two Intelligent Ladies, and well, an idiot

Dear Diary,

            I don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into. We’ve two, beautiful, intelligent young ladies, and well, a bloody idiot. Devon hasn’t shown any help to us except for raiding our candy and crumpet stash.

            I am still in shock that Caitlyn and him are going out. Not that they’ve been on a date yet. Tomorrow, which is Friday, they’re going to go to the mall. I didn’t know that English dudes liked to go to the mall.

            God knows any girl from anywhere loves spending money, well, somebody elses money on themselves. Mum and daddy have still been camping in their room. Of course doing hell knows what.

            So, we can do whatever we want. So, I guess break times over. We haven’t started yet, really. Just, kinda. Setting up if you may say. Gah, who am I kidding. Caitlyn and Devon were flirting with eachother. God, and they just met.

            Whatever who am I to judge?

Have a goodnight, not that you could because you’re just a book,

Phoebe

            “On the grounds of what?” Caitlyn asked Devon.

            “On the grounds that I like food. C’mon. I don’t want our first date to be shopping. I have enough clothes as it is.”

            Haha, that dude can whine. I decide to eavesdrop on their interesting conversation.

            “Can’t we just get a pizza and hang out at my place? We have an indoor hot tub.”

            Caitlyn gasped. “Really? Now you couldn’t have told me that earlier.”

            Devon shook his head. “We just met yesterday.” He laughed at the end of the sentence.

            “PHOEBE!!!” Caitlyn shouted.

            I walked in casually. “Geez, Kate. They’re gonna hear us. Remember how much they hate dudes?”

            “Aww, so I’m hated in this house?” He faked. “I thought I had something going. You’re not hated in my household. Now are you?”

            “Dude,” I reply. “We haven’t even been at your house.”

            “Hmm. I guess you haven’t. Want to? Great. Meet you there. Bring a swimsuit too. We have a pool out back.”

            I am confused. How could I not see that? I am such an idiot. Devon exits through the door. And Caitlyn looks dazed, still staring at the door where Devon left. Man, I hate love sick bitches. They’re so annoying.

            “Dude. Hello?” I say swiping my hand in front of her face. “Can you knock this lovey-dovey shit off? It would be highly appreciated.”

            She snaps out of her daze and sends me the death glare. Hopping up, Caitlyn skips to our room. She is a confusing girl. Real confusing.

***

            “DON’T YOU DARE, DEVON!” I yell. I use my poor excuse of running to get away from him but he just comes right back.

            Of course, I know I can’t esacpe that idiot so I plug my nose ready for the push he was dying to do to me. Shoving me, he starts bursting out laughing as my eyes are squeezed shut and I am plugging my nose tightly. Once I enter the water, it feels horribly cold and as I swim my way to oxygen, I hear Caitlyn and Devon staring at me, trying to contain their laughter. I knew I looked like a fool, but what else was I supposed to do. Let water get up my nose and make myself look like more of a fool?

            They can’t hold the laughter longer and give up. I stick my tongue out at them and swim towards the shallow end of the pool. Walking up the stairs, because I was too lazy to use the ladder. “You guys don’t need to laugh your head off.” I shake my head walking in the hot tub. Okay, I want Devon’s house, but of course in New York. I laugh at that. Sure, Phoebe. Like that would TOTALLY happen. How stupid am I?

            After mentally laughing at myself, I soak in the nice feeling the hot tub has. Suddenly, a women about thirty nine or forty [not that I am good at telling people’s age] comes with a batch of brownies. Yum! “Hi, it’s nice to see Devon actually made friends!” I laugh and Devon sends his mom a death glare. She laughs. “Well, I made some brownies, so dig in!” She leaves the brownies and us alone. Thank God. I hate meeting new adults.

            After about an hour of swimming and torture from having Devon’s mom pop in he finally let us eat. I mean, two girls can eat a lot at our age. It’s weird though. Boys are supposed to eat more than girls. Well, not Devon. He eats way less that Caitlyn or I does. He made me feel fat. Which I probably am. “Well, we better be going…” I trail off. Caitlyn yawns nodding in response. It was eight thirty and we should probably work on our plans for a bit, so we can get out of this hell.

            “Ugh. Fine. See you guys tomorrow.” Devon says. As Caitlyn and I stand up to leave, Devon squeals like a little girl. “WAIT!! I’ve got an idea!! Can we have a sleepover???” He does a horrible excuse of puppy dog eyes. I roll my eyes and look at Kate. She just laughed and shrugged. “Yay!” Devon says. “I’ll get my PJ’s!!!” He says sounding like a child.

            Once we finally left his house because he decided he wanted to grab a bunch of crap, even though he’s just right next door. He had a bag of stuff and we were empty handed. I was too lazy to help him carry anything so, Caitlyn was stuck helping. Who knew guys had as much stuff as girls did. I thought guys had no stuff and that was cool.

            We snuck into the house, but as usual mummy and daddy were still in their room. We showed him there, but he was disappointed when we told him he had to sleep on the floor while Caitlyn and I got our comfy beds.

            “Can’t I share with you or Caitlyn??” He wined. I shook my head. “Not me, bro. I’m not to share a bed with you. But, Caitlyn might.” I wink at her. So, they have their first date tomorrow, but hey, a little action wouldn’t do anything. I laugh mentally. She looked stunned. “Well, sure. We’re all adults here aren’t we?” Caitlyn says. “YAY!!!” Devon shouts.