You Saved Me

Katie's POV: When Friday morning rolls around, I'm awoke by Jeffree, Jayy, and Dahvie jumping on me and screaming for me to wake up.
"UGH!" I gasp out, my eyes shooting open wide.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!" Jayy shouts, "Time to get our little lady all ready for the party tonight!"
"It's only 9 in the morning," I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes, "The party's not until 5 tonight. Plus, I'm on break, and there's no way you're getting my lazy ass out of bed until noon."
"We'll see about that, princess," Jeffree says, as they all get off my bed and off me. Jeffree then grabs my arms and yanks me off the bed, and nearly throwing me into Dahvie.
"HEY!" I shout, wide eyed again. Damn him...
"You need to eat, then we'll make you beautiful!" Jeffree argues, "Not that you're not already beautiful, it's just that...Well, babe, the dark circles under you're eyes aren't very attractive."
"Fine," I growl, then head down stairs, the three of them hot on my heels.
I walk over to the fridge, then pull out a blue, purple, and black can of Monster, and pop it open. I then walk over to my messenger bag and pull out my MP3, to blast music in my ears, while Dahvie pulls out some sort of bread from the oven.
"What's that?" I ask him, untangling my earbuds, as I speak.
"You're favorite," he says in a singsongy voice.
I perk up and ask, "Banana?"
"Yep," he replies, cutting it into thick slices. Yummy. The smell of it alone makes my mouth water, and when he sets a really thick slice in front of me, I quickly forget my music and dig in.
"Mmm, this is heaven, bro. What's in here?" I ask, closing my eyes and indulging in the moment.
"Old family recipe. Since you're my sister now, I'll teach it to you," he says, "At a later date though. Finish eatting, then go take a shower. Make sure you wash your hair too."
"Alright," I say, enjoying my breakfast while my brothers and Jeffree talk about what my style should be.
After I'm done eatting, I run upstairs, taking my Monster with me, and climb into the shower. I wash my hair, while admiring the art work on the tiled wall, which my brother's somehow made to look like the scene from Nightmare Before Christmas, where Jack is on the curvy mountain alone in the beginning of the movie.
Once I'm done in the shower, I get dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top, then shout down that I'm ready. Instantly the three bound up the stairs, pushing me into my bathroom again, and making me sit down.
Dahvie dries my hair, while Jayy and Jeffree get out what they need, and Jayy informs me I won't be wearing the dress I originally picked out.
"What the hell am I wearing then?" I demand.
"This adorible dress I found for you," Jeffree says, as he starts putting some sort of mud mask on my face.
"Please tell me what it looks like?" I beg.
"Not a chance," he tells me, "Just know that you'll be thanking me for it."
"Grr...Meanie," I murmur, teasingly.
"Just relax, and we'll do all the work," Jayy says, taking my hand in his, and starting to file my nails. I shrug, then relax, like I was told to, as I listen to music off my MP3.
A couple of hours pass, and it's going on two, when they say I'm almost ready. How much longer do I have to endure all this? Sorry, but my ass is falling asleep by now, and I'm getting sick and tired of the poking and prodding.
20 minutes later though, I'm alright. They tell me I'm ready, then take me downstairs for lunch.
Andy walks in in the middle of lunch and says, "Hey, guys! What's up-Oh, Katie. You look beautiful."
I smirk, then say jokingly, "Better not let Juliet hear you say that. Or Ashley for that matter."
"True, but seriously, you do look beautiful," he says, sitting next to Jeffree.
"Would you like something to eat?" Dahvie asked Andy.
"Nah. I ate before coming over, but thanks anyway," Andy tells him, shaking his head slightly.
"Alright. So, what's up?" Dahvie asked him.
"Not much really. Just checking to see if Katie was still going to the party, since Ashley's worried sick about it, and also wanted me to ask what her color scheme was, but I'm assuming it's silver and red," Andy explains.
"Close. Black too," Jayy tells him.
"Alright. I guess Ashley wants to match her tonight," Andy says, "Which won't be hard for him to do."
"True," I say, remembering all the clothes in his closet. That man has more clothes than any chick I know, yet that has come in handy a few times.

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