I ran to the lab, not paying attention and ploughed into Bruce. "Eager much?"
"Oh my good zombie jesus, shut up! You're coming to LA with me and dad!" Oh, I'm so excited!!!
Bruce, on the other hand, looked confused. "LA? Why are we going?" Really, Bruce, really? He picked up on my look and understood instantly.
He nodded. "Fine, I'll go pack. Knowing your dad, we're leaving in an hour."
"Pfft, no! Two hours!"
*after le packing*
I ran downstairs and fell straight into Bruce (again?) once I reached the bottom. "Did you just fall for me?" He whispered into my ear.
Jesus, Bruce! It is so unfair when he does that! He can be as sexy as Pewdiepie without even trying!
Dad walked in and looked at us weirdly. I wondered why before realising. Oh, I was still in Bruce's arms! Bruce seemed to notice too and helped me stand up.
"Are you ready to go? Since you insisted upon going and bringing Green Bean."
Green Bean? Really?
"We're only going for two days because..." He trailed off, thinking. "Because you're fucking annoying." I finished for him.
He nodded and herded me to Scarlett. I named all of his cars, I know. Scarlett is my favourite. It's a hot rod red (surprise) convertible.
I climbed into the front passenger seat, leaving Bruce to the back. Dad put mine and his suitcases into the boot and climbed in. Once we were all ready, off we went.
"Dad? Are we taking the private jet?"
"Is the Hulk's name Bruce Banner? Of course, we are!"
I shook my head at that comment. "The Hulk's name is Hulk. He and Bruce are separate minds. And Bruce's name isn't even Bruce. His name is Robert." I turned back to Bruce. "This is why we're friends."
He smiled and nodded at me. Soon, we reached the jet and went in. Oh, I forgot how comfortable it was!
I soon fell asleep and I guess that I slept because the next time I opened my eyes, Bruce was lifting me into a hotel. "Go back to sleep, it's eleven."
At night????
I nodded and soon fell back to sleep.
*le next morning*
"Child!" A pillow was thrown into my face and I groaned into it. "Arise from your slumber and we shall get coffee."
Coffee? That always woke me up. I jumped out of bed and shoved dad out of the room, wanting to get changed. It was pretty hot out so I put on my favourite black shorts and green Tobuscus t-shirt.
I ran to the door after grabbing my phone but no one was waiting. "DAD COME ON! I WANT COFFEE!" I yelled, probably waking up the whole hotel.
He and Bruce came into view, fully dressed and ready to go. I practically yanked their arms out of their sockets when I pulled them out.
We walked to the shop and I got my usual. We all went to sit outside and I started annoying my dad by playing Tobuscus songs.
Dad doesn't like Tobuscus... or Pewdiepie... or Smosh... or Shane Dawson. Actually, he doesn't like Youtubers.
"Hello once again audience." I gasped at that familiar voice and glanced over my shoulder to see Toby Turner.
Oh my glob, don't fangirl.
He continued speaking. "So today- what is that? Is that my song? Who's playing my song?"
He looked for the source of the music before spotting me. "I believe it's coming from the hothothot lady's phone," he whispered, thinking I wouldn't hear.
"She's one of you, audience."
He's coming over. Help! Oh, he's done with the vlog.
He came over and said hello. "I couldn't help but notice that you're wearing a shirt with my name on it."
"I couldn't help but notice that you called me hot."
He smiled and we talked for a few minutes (totally ignoring Bruce and dad) before he had to go.
"I'd love to see you again, Kat."
I nodded and said bye to him too. As he walked away, I realised that I never got his number. Crap!
He ran back over to me. "I never got your number! Gimme yo number, gurl!"
I took his phone and put my number in. When he took the phone back he looked weirdly at the contact name. "Sexy Legs? Alright, then. I'll text you later."
"Bye!" I shouted, waving at him.
I turned back to dad's questioning look. I glanced at Bruce who looked kind of pissed.
"Jealous?" I asked him, still grinning. I looked into his eyes and saw that they were slightly green. Shit.
"Bruce, sweetie. You might want to calm down before you Hulk out here."
Before he could say anything, Dad asked, "who was that guy you were talking to?"
I sighed, a little annoyed. "Tobuscus. You should know, it not like I watch his videos every day."
Dad shrugged and stood up. "Wanna go to the beach?" I nodded eagerly. "Bruce?" He shook his head, embarrassed about the almost Hulking out.
I pinched his cheeks, making him smile at my childishness. "Come on Bruce. Don't be an assbutt!"
He nodded as he laughed a little. "Assbutt?"
"Yep. It means... If you look in the dictionary, instead of an actual definition there's a picture of you."
Hey penguins!
I'm so bad at updating now. No joke.
I'm sorry, I've just been getting a lot of homework, I have to study and I have ballet classes! Just be happy that I don't have an actual social life! Then you'd be screwed!
-Milly