One of the Guys

Chapter 8: Burnin' it Down

Cecelia's POV:
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"Wake up sunshine!" Suddenly it was very bright.

"Ugh, leave me alone Ashton!"

"Aww honey, I'm not Ashton."

I sprang up to see a laughing Caroline. "Oh it's just you."

"What to make a girl feel loved."

"I do try." I laugh. I get up, stretch and go to the bathroom. When I come out she's laying on my bed surfing channels.

I laugh. "Make yourself at home."

"Oh I am."

"How'd you get in here?" I ask sitting down next to her.

"Key under the mat. Really?"

"Remind me to move it."

She flips off the television. "I need to tell you something."

"Oh my, is this where you tell me your a mass murderer?"

"Funny. No I'm.. uh gay."

"And?" I ask.

"Well I just thought you should know."

"If you thought that I wouldn't be your friend after you told me, I'm offended."

"Well," she laughs, "I don't have a good record of it going any other way."

"Don't worry I'm not like that. I'm actually glad."

"Why?"

"You won't steal any guys from me." I laugh.

"Hey!" She laughs and pushes me off the bed.

"I'm going to get-" I stop and look at the clock. "No way! It's 3 o'clock!"

"Yeah, you slept in." She laughs and helps me up.

"You hungry?" I ask her.

"Of course."

We head upstairs and I make lunch. After we're done I look into the backyard. It's a mess.

"Do you love me?" I ask her batting my eyelashes.

She laughs. "What do you want?"

"I need help cleaning up out there."

"I will only if you let me help you get ready."

"What does that mean?"

"You know clothes, hair, makeup."

"Do I have a say?"

"Not really." She laughs and drags me outside. It takes us about an hour to get everything cleaned up.

"Oh my gosh Cece! You better have two showers!" Caroline says once she looks at the clock.

"Calm dow-" I don't get to finish because she drags me towards my room.

"I won't calm down. Where's your other bathroom?" I point down the hall. "You have 15 minutes to shower." She says and races down the hall.

I hurry down to my bathroom and hop in the shower. When I'm done I throw my hair in a towel and put on a robe. I realize I took 20 minutes instead. When I walk out of my bathroom I see Caroline running a brush through her already dry hair.

"Your slow." She says at the same time I say "Your fast." We both burst out laughing.

"This better be your robe." She says and points to the robe she's wearing.

"It is." I laugh.

"Sit." She says and I obey.

"We're doing beach waves for your hair." She states.