I look up from my Cheerios to see Dave stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his temples.
"Hangover?" I ask.
He groans in reply.
I smirk. I'm the only one that didn't drink last night.
Apparently, after I went to bed, things got pretty crazy. I didn't get quite how crazy until I found a stripy llama sleeping in the bathtub.
"Get some noodles. They're good for a hangover." I say with a smile.
He nods and goes over to a cupboard.
I finish my Cheerios and run upstairs to my room.
I sit around and sketch a few random people. Just as I'm finishing Connor's hair my phone rings.
"Hey, it's Connor!" He chirps.
I grin.
Speak of the devil.
"Hey, it's Kim!" I say in the exact same tone as him and he chuckles.
"How are you doing? Any hangovers?"
"Nope! I didn't drink at all last night," I say and watch as Daphne walks into a wall outside my room, "watch the wall, sweetie."
"Since when is that there?!" She groans.
"Since this house was built."
"Oh...hey, where's the noodles in this house?!"
"Daphne...you're upstairs. The kitchen, you know, the place where food is, is downstairs."
"Oh." She mutters and walks away.
I turn back to the phone to hear Connor chuckling.
"Quite a friend you have there." He says.
"Oh, you don't know half of it!"
"Id like to...I'd like to know more about you, Kim."
I inwardly gasp. Yay!
"I think I'd like that too." I say, as calmly as possible in a situation like this.
"So...are you busy tomorrow?" He asks, sheepishly.
"Hmm...let me check, I'm a busy girl you see...YO DAVE!"
"WHAT?!" He snaps back.
"Are we doing anything tomorrow?"
"Hell no!"
"No, I think I'm free. Why?" I ask, returning to the phone.
"Well...do you wanna go like, see a movie or something? With me?"
"I think I'd really like to go like, see a movie or something. With you." I smile.
"Great!" I can practically hear the grin in his voice "I'll pick you up at seven, Kay?"
"Kay!" I confirm, grinning.
"I'll see you then, Kimberley."
"You will, Connor." I say and hang up.
I then start to do a happy dance.
"I've got a da-ate! I've got a da-ate! I've got a da-ate!" I sing.
I gotta go tell Daphne...and the guys...I guess.
I run downstairs and look in the kitchen.
The boys and Daphne are all sitting around the island, eating Pot Noodle.
