Seriously, he dumps anything and everything in there and forgets he’s even got it; once, he bought the same football shirt twice because somehow the brand new one he’d already bought made it into that room.
It’s like a black hole.
So why can I hear Mom vacuuming?
Deep voices fill the hallway, and I sit up, recognising Crane’s straightaway.
Any minute now, my door will open, and Kai will be in my grill about Jaden…and Ireallycan’t be bothered with it.
My phone alerts me to a call with an annoying song; one Kiki had clearly set without me knowing.
Kiki, do you love me…
Drake.
I sing along with it for a second before answering with a giggle.
“You were singing it, weren’t you?” Kiki demands with glee. “I told you you loved me.”
I roll out of bed, stretching my arms into the air before moving the phone back to my ear.
“Of course I love you.”
“Yeah? How much?”
I open my bedroom door, glaring at the direction of the vacuum.
“Why? What do you want?” I stand in the hallway, contemplating whether to grab food or tell Mom off for waking the dead.
AKA, me.
“I need your advice.”
I lift an eyebrow, leaning over the banister.
Kiki needsmyadvice?
Interesting.
“Go on.”
“I’ve kind of agreed to go on a fucking date, and I haven’t got a clue how to act, what to wear?—”
I almost drop my phone.
“Adate?”I practically scream, aware this is Kiki breaking her main rule.
Kiki doesn’t date.
Wedon’t date!
“But we don’t date!” I continue, gripping a chunk of my hair with dismay. “How can I help you when I have zero experience with?—”
As I stroll down the hallway, my eyes move to the room Mom’s in, and I frown, backtracking.
“Kiki, let me call you back.”
“What?! Absolutely not. If you hang up?—”
