Jinx {thirty-eight} Thanks a Lot, Tre! Now We're All Blind

Kate's P.O.V.
"Wright!" His grin faded as he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing down at the piece of paper in his hands. "Wait... that's not right."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the paper from him. "Tre, this is a dry cleaning receipt...."
"Oops," he said, biting his lip. "I guess I didn't look at it well enough."
"I swear, Tre, you're the only person in the world that could get a dry cleaning receipt and a marriage certificate mixed up," Mike said, rolling his eyes. "And since when do you go to a dry cleaner?"
"Oh, Jessica found my clown suit a couple weeks ago and wanted me to wear it," he said, staring at the floor as the three of us raised our eyebrows. "She thought she'd take it there and see if they could get the blood out of it...."
"Why did she want you to wear-- never mind. I don't want to know...." I shuddered. God, that brought back a lot of memories. Memories of waiting in a scary hospital after my brother had gotten into an unfortunate unicycle accident. From that day on, I'd never be able to look at a unicycle or a clown suit the same way. And being stuck in that horrible, disgusting, white place for hours didn't help much, either. I absolutely hated hospitals-- even more than Henderson hated clowns, I think.

"I hate that suit... I hate clowns," Henderson whispered, wide-eyed. Mike wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
"So, you think you're ever going to find what you're looking for, or are you going to keep running in here with more things to scare my fiancee?" Mike asked Tre.
"Well, all I saw was something with 'Jessica' on it. I didn't look at what the rest of it said," Tre defended, sticking tongue out at Mike. He grabbed the receipt from me, glaring at Mike before dropping his pants and mooning him. He then grinned and left the room to continue his search.
"Thanks a lot, Tre! Now we're all blind!" I yelled, shaking my head in an attempt to clear the sight of Tre's ass from my mind.
"Are you girls absolutely sure that you're related to him?" Mike asked as he continued to stare at the doorway.
"Unfortunately, yes," Henderson replied quietly. I raised an eyebrow after I noticed her red eyes; she looked like she had been crying, which didn't surprise me that much. She had been acting weird all day, and especially after she had gotten home from wherever the hell she went. Grocery store, my ass.
"What's wrong, Henderson?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She squirmed and buried herself deeper into Mike's chest. "Nothing," she whispered. I rolled my eyes; she was going to be difficult, of course.
Mike noticed and tried to help. "We both know there's something wrong, Henderson. What is it?" he asked softly.
"Seriously, guys, it's nothing... just allergies," she sniffled.
"Kate?! Where are you?!" Billie shouted from downstairs. We had left him to bring in all of the groceries, so he was probably a little annoyed.
"None of your fucking business!" I shouted back, crossing my arms over my chest as Mike stared at me with raised eyebrows.
"You know you're going to have to forgive him eventually, don't you?" he sighed. "Especially if you are preg--"
"Shut it!" I glared at him, and he raised his hands defensively before going back to comforting Henderson.
Anger problems much? (Kate: I don't have anger problems....)(Henderson: Oh, no. Absolutely not. *rolls eyes*)(Kate: *glares*)(Henderson: *hides*)
The next morning, I woke up earlier than I usually did, which I thought was rather odd-- since Billie wasn't there to wake me, like he always did. He had put up quite a fight when I had forced him to sleep downstairs, but he eventually shut up and grabbed his pillow, telling me that if the couch gave him back problems, he would blame me for ruining his career. I rolled my eyes after remembering that and rolled onto Billie's side of the bed, stretching myself across the entire mattress as I tried to wake up.
Billie appeared in the doorway a few seconds later, a root beer in one hand and car keys in the other. He jingled the keys and grinned sheepishly at me. "Care to go for a car ride with me?"
"Fuck off," I mumbled, turning away from him.
"Kaaaate," he whined, jumping onto the bed and almost spilling his drink while doing so. "Please! Just come with me!"
"No," I growled, glaring at him.
"Pwease?"
"Where the hell are you going?" I asked, knowing there was something weird going on.
"I can't tell you... you just have to come and yeah," he explained weakly. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how the hell he would ever assume I'd agree to that, and his bottom lip wobbled as he continued to beg, "Pleeeeease. I love you."
"No, no, no, and no," I repeated, hiding my face in my pillow. "I'm not going anywhere with you. So just go away, and let me sleep."
"Kate, I'm begging you. Please come with me." He grabbed my arms and turned me towards him, pouting as much as he possibly could to try and convince me of how desperate he was. He was such an idiot....
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going with you. And especially not if you don't tell me where you're going."
"But if I tell you, you definitely won't go," he mumbled, biting his lip.
"Well, I guess you're out of luck, then. 'Cause I'm not going with you, and there's no way you can make me." I smirked as he pouted again.
After staring at me with what he liked to call his "adorable puppy dog face" for at least five minutes, he sighed, making it seem like I had won for a moment. "Just remember, Kate, you forced me to do this." He quickly got up and left the room, and I bit my lip, dreading what the idiot might possibly do.
While I waited for my impending doom, or whatever it was that Billie was planning on doing to me, I went through all the possible places he would want to be taking me to in my mind, trying to think of somewhere I wouldn't want to go, and yet, somewhere he would want to trick me into going. I came up with nothing....
"So... Billie tells me you're being difficult." I turned my head towards the door and glared at Mike. He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his right foot impatiently as I continued to frown, utterly confused and oblivious to what was happening.
"What's going on?" I asked nervously.
He grinned. "You know I'm not going to tell you, so you might as well just listen to what Bill says. Or we're gonna have to do this the hard way..." he trailed off, and I raised my eyebrows.
"Come on, Mike, we've gotta go. The appointment's in twenty minutes. Let's just grab her and drag her to the car..." Billie sighed, appearing next to him.
My eyes widened dramatically when the word "appointment" came out of Billie's mouth, and I instantly realized what they were doing. He seemed to notice my reaction and cursed under his breath. "Oh, no! I know what's going on! No! No hospital! Noooo!"
As I continued to protest, they walked towards me, Billie taking the covers off and grabbing my legs as he tried to pull me out of the bed. I held onto the sheets as he continued to pull, grabbing the headboard once the bedding had come undone and fell onto the floor.
"Ugh, why do you have to be so damn stubborn?!" Billie shouted, frustrated. Mike finally stepped in, grabbing me by the waist and picking me up.
"Let me go!" I shouted, kicking my legs and trying as hard as I could to kick one of them. I hoped my death-grip on the headboard was going to last as Mike continued to tug on my waist.
"No, you have to go with us," Billie groaned, reaching for my hands and prying off each, individual finger as I fought to keep them on. But I soon lost my grip when Billie bit down on my knuckles, and my fingers slipped, allowing Mike to sling me over his shoulder and carry me out of the bedroom.
"Put me down now, Mike! I swear, if you don't, I'm going to seriously injure you!" I pounded on his back with my fists as he walked down the stairs. "Do you guys seriously think I'm going anywhere in what I'm wearing?!"
Mike stopped and turned to Billie. "Do we have time for her to change?"
Billie glanced at my tank top and pajama shorts and shook his head. "Fuck no! If we let go of her, she'd run, and we'd never be able catch her again. And besides, we barely have enough time as it is! Move it! Move it!" he ordered, pushing Mike farther towards the front door.
"Oh my god, what are you three doing?" I turned my head and saw Henderson standing in the living room with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. Thank God. Henderson's here to help me.
"Taking her to her doctors' appointment," Billie explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, right. I almost forgot. Bye, love you, Kate!" She blew me a kiss, and I gaped at her.
"I hate you all!!!" I screamed as Mike carried me out to the car.


Yep, you definitely have anger problems. (Kate: *rolls eyes* If you met my sister Sara you would think I was the nicest, happiest person on the face of the earth.)(Henderson: True....) Whatever....
I've been carried out of my house numerous times like that. Heh, I'm not stubborn. *shifts eyes*