Pour Some Sugah On Me

"Wakey wakey!"

"Hmmmngah"

"Sorry I don't speak Kate-ish. You're going to have to wake up and translate it to me in english."

"Blanghaaaa blaaaah"

"Would you mind spelling that last part so I can google translate?"

"Go away Pat!" I threw a pillow at him. He's been at it for almost 15 minutes. I can't take it anymore. He's jumping on the edge of my bed shouting 'she's up! she's up!'

"Get uuuup! We want to spend the whole day with you before we leave tomorrow!"

"How did you get in here? Are the rest of the guys here too?" I sat up slowly. It's amazing how the springs haven't given in yet.

"Your mom let us in. She's a lot less snappy than you are." He stopped jumping and crossed his legs. "Garrett's downstairs raiding your fridge." I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. It's been almost a week since the whole Denny's thing. Almost a week since I've talked to any of them. I honestly did not know what I would do without those guys for the whole summer. I mean it's not like they've never been on tour before. It would go on for less than a month and they wouldn't be traveling to far. Plus I was always there. Lord knows if i'll even last till the end of summer. Well that's my problem not their's so i shouldn't be so selfish. I went down to find Garrett and Pat watching tv on my couch, munching on cereal.

"Oi! Get your hands of my Kellogs!" I attacked Garrett's lap for the box but then he lifted above his head.

"What are the magic words?" He teased.

"Thats is my fucking cereal box and this is my fucking house." I glared.

"Boy this girl has a mouth on her." He laughed and handed the box to me but not before he took a handful for himself. I took it from his hands and got off his lap with all the dignity I had left.

"I can't believe my mom let you guys in." I huffed.

"With a condition. Her exact words were 'just don't get my daughter pregnant or anything.' May I just say Katie, your hair looks fabulous in the morning." Garrett grinned. I groaned. I thought Garrett was supposed to be the shy, sensitive one of the group.

"Do you guys want anything other than my body and my food?" I put my free hand on my hip.

"We were actually wondering…" He gave a tentative look at Pat. Pat took a deep breath.

"Doyouwanttogoontourwithus.Pleaseit'llbereallyfunwegettobeonabusandeverything. Andwe'regoingontourwithourotherbandssoyougettomeetnewpeople." Pat started panting. I rubbed his back to help ease u his breathing.

"You can work on the merch stand so that we can tag you along." Garrett spoke up as Pat started coughing. "You know we wouldn't last a week without you, much less 3 months." Pat's breathing started to ease up, giving me some time to think. It's not like i had any plans. But I haven't talk to these guys in almost a week. Will it be weird if i just show up on their tour? "No one's mad at you know. We all get that you were upset. We actually feel kinda shitty for not telling you. We just didn't know how to tell you."

"So Kennedy's not mad at me?" I bit my lip.

"Ha Kennedy mad at you! He came up with the id-" Pat's rambling was interrupted by Garrett's hand slapping the back of his head. "Anyway it'll be fun and like what Garrett said, we won't last a week without you. So will you?" He pouted. I bit my lip again and thought of my options. They were both looking at me expectantly. I sighed and just said.

"I guess I better start packing"