Lisztomania: Engine Heart (6)
“Wakey, wakey Kathryn.”
“Kaya?”
“Yes?”
“Do you realize what time it is?” Kat sits up in bed, stares at her clock. “It is Sunday morning, and you are waking me from my beauty sleep at 8:30 in the fucking morning. Are you on crack?”
“Just get on some clothes. I’ve seen you naked once, I don’t need to see it again.” Kat swears she heard Kaya say “yet” before the line went dead.
She looks around her black hole of a room; clothes strewn across the floor, bottles, empty plates--It was kind of disgusting, to be frank. Kat is not known for her cleanliness, even though she has Meg consistently on her back.
Speaking of the devil, Meg flings open the door, “Kaya’s here. Jesus Kat, do you even know what your floor looks like anymore?”
“I’m sorry, do you live in this room?” She snaps as she grabs the shirt flung across her chair.
“Ugh God. I wonder how I’m even, like, related to you.” Meg dramatically throws her hands up; prances out of Kat’s room.
“Where are my fucking-“
“Looking for these?” Kaya appears in back of Kat, holding up a pair of skinny jeans.
Kat jumps, “Jesus fucking Christ! Try being a little less like Effy, would you?”
Kaya just smiles, changes the subject, “Did a bomb hit your room since last I was here?”
Kat struggles with her jeans, “Oh you mean the last time you were here, in which you creepily watched me sleep, and then drooled over my naked body?”
“Yeah…that time.” Kaya giggles, leans against the doorframe.
“I believe a bomb did hit, it’s called all work, and no play.”
“You mean snogging Loveless wasn’t play?”
Kat awkwardly stares at Kaya, doesn’t know how to respond. “No. Not exactly,” Finally stumbles out of her mouth.
Kaya just nods, picks up an old magazine left on Kat’s barely seeable desk. “So I was thinking, I need new clothes-From the looks of it, I don’t think you do” Indicates to Kat’s floor, “But then again, you can never have enough clothes. So shopping?”
Kat plops down on her bed, runs a hand through her knotted hair, “Sound good to me.” Her stomach growls, “I think I may need food though.”
“Surprisingly they actually have food in England.” Kaya hops over a pile of clothes, grabs Kat by the arm.
“Who would have thought?” She hops up, almost smashing into Kaya. Realizes how close their faces are. Sidesteps Kaya, walks toward the door, “Lemme brush my teeth though.”
Kaya beams, “Kay. I’ll ask your sister if she wants to come along.”
Kat feels her heart lurch. Almost as if she wants Kaya all to herself.
Which is, of course, ridiculous.
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Kat thanks God that Meg is actually a good student, and stays home and does course work.
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Kaya’s car is rather pimped out. Kat thinks it must be really cool to be famous.
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They go to Topshop. Kaya tries on something atrocious, even comes out of the dressing room hunchbacked and talking in a horrendous Russian accent and Kat almost forgets to laugh, because she is stupefied that Kaya still looks gorgeous.
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Takes note that Kaya seemingly dumbs Kat down. Like loss of words… or something.
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Then Kat remembers Kaya is dating Jack. Wants to hit something. Buys a shirt instead.
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“Do you have a boyfriend?” Kaya asks, grabs a hanger over Kat’s shoulder.
“Not at the moment.”
“Girlfriend?” Kaya faces the mirror.
“No.”
“Oh right, you’re not a ‘lesbian’. Forgot about that.”
“Doesn’t mean that I don’t like girls.”
“So you do like girls?” Kaya faces Kat. Takes off her shirt, again grabs over Kat’s shoulder for another shirt.
Kat sneaks a look at Kaya’s torso. “Yes, I have been known to like girls.”
“But you like boys too?”
“Yes-Why the sudden inquisition?”
“Just curious. Which one do you like more?”
“Boys or girls?”
“No dogs and the queen.”
Kat laughs. Sits down on the chair, “I don’t know.”
“Ok, let’s say you HAD to choose one or the other. Life or death.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you now.” Kaya’s hands form a gun. “Any last words, Prescott?”
“Tell my sister that she may not, under any circumstances take my clothes.”
“Those are the lamest last words I have ever heard. I’ll give you one last chance, Prescott.”
Kat gets on her knees, sticks her hands up, “I… love… you?”
“SAVED!” Kaya tackles her into a hug.
Kat can’t help but deem that this could be considered flirting.
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“You’re episode is coming up. One more week.” Says with a mouth full of bread.
“Yeah.” Kaya lights a fag.
“Are you nervous?”
“Surprisingly no; more of excited. Like I feel that everyone is going to do really well.”
Kat grunts, takes another bite of her toast.
Kaya giggles.
“What?” Asks it, while subconsciously patting her hair.
“You have-there’s this-“
“Kaya, what?”
“Oh fuck it.” Kaya licks her finger, slowly drags it across Kat’s lip.
Kat swears that the nerve-endings in her lip just inexplicably combusted, because her fucking lip is, like, fucking tingling. Which freaks Kat out because her lip has never actually tingled, and it’s all quite new.
Touches her mouth, which by now is throbbing as hard as her heart, and “other areas”, as Kaya slowly sucks on her finger, rather sensually. Just makes the “other” areas throb a little harder.
And then it just tumbles out of her mouth, “Kaya Scodelario, are you trying to seduce me?”
To which Kaya says nothing, just grins.
They just stare at each other, until CLICK-a snap of camera. Both look over to a boy inconspicuously holding up his camera, focusing in on Kaya.
Kaya stands up, walks over, “Hi, I’m Kaya.”
The boy looks up, guilty; mumbles, “I know-I’m-sorry-but-think-you’re-so-hot-do you mind a picture?”
Kat laughs. Kaya nods, animatedly says, “Of course.”
The boy runs over to Kat, “Can you, mate? Thanks.” Shoves the camera her way.
Watches as the boy saddles up to Kaya. Watches as Kaya’s left arm drapes over the boy. Wishes the boy was her.
CLICK
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Kaya swerves into the other lane, throwing Kat against the car door.
“You are a horrid driver!” She states, and readjusts her shirt.
“Fuck off. I am not.” Kaya speeds up, and grabs for a cigarette.
Kat squirms a bit, avoiding Kaya’s hand. Hands Kaya one of her own fags, “You totally are.”
“Well, you snore.” Lights up the fag, taking both hands off the wheel.
“KAYA! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL!” Kat screams as the car swerves again.
Kaya drops the fag; sticks her hands on the wheel, “Jesus, sorry, sorry!” She jumps a bit as the lit part of the fag plants itself on her leg, “FUCKING CHRIST. Get it off! Get it off! GET IT THE FUCK OFF!” Kaya jumps about on her seat; sends the car into a multitude of swerves.
Kat quickly unbuckles her seat belt. Before she knows it, she is sticking her hand between Kaya Scodelario’s legs, in attempt to grab a lit cigarette.
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“Do you and Lily have a past?” Kaya tilts her head towards Kat.
“We, erm, went to acting lessons together. Like three years ago.” Kat says it like she’s on autopilot. Been so used to just skipping over the part where everything got so fucked up, “We didn’t talk…much. Why?”
“I don’t know. I feel like you two have like this really dark and dirty-No-Skanky,“ Kaya giggles at herself, “Yeah, I feel like you have this really skanky past.”
You have no idea Kat thinks; laughs instead, “I think you have a really overactive imagination.”
“I think you’re too good at keeping secrets.”
Kat can’t tell if Kaya’s face is serious or not. Looks away from Kaya; watches the tree in front of her house twitch as the rain hits it.
“Oh shit, I have to go meet Jack! Shit, shit, shit. Out, Prescott. Love you.” Kaya pulls Kat in, plants an open mouthed kiss on her cheek, dangerously near Kat’s mouth.
Kat opens the door. Is throttled forward with a kick from Kaya. “Jesus, I’m going!” Kat turns towards the car, slams the door, flips Kaya off.
Kaya blows a kiss, and skids into drive.
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Her phone vibrates.
THNX 4 2DAY. SRY 4 THE KICK. HOPE UR BUMS OK.
NEEDED U 2 GT OUT OF DA CAR. SEXUAL TENSION 2 STRONG. LOL NO BUT SERIOUSLY… :D
LET ME MAKE UP 2 U?
MOVIE? NEXT SUN?
XOXOX LAAAVVV UUUU
EFFY
Effy? Kat asks herself. Stares at her phone. Starts to hate the fact that she is now consistently confused.
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Debates with her self what to text back. Settles for:
U OWE ME FKING BIG, BITCH.
AND IT BETTER B A GUD MOVIE.
XOXOXO LURB U 2
EMILY
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Realizes that she typed Emily after she presses send. Blushes a little.
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Lily calls at 7:30. Kat ignores it. Replays the message;
“Kitty? I know you’re there. Hi, Hi. It’s Loveless. Soooooo, I was thinking. My boyfriend is dying to meet you. So. We’re coming over. Okie dokie. Open your door in like 10 minutes.” Kat rolls her eyes at Lily’s infuriating and inebriated voice. Walks over to the door; opens it.
“Hi.”