Forever yours ch 7.

Shane and Carmen wake up to each other’s stirring. Carmen looks over at the clock, and sees that it’s noon, sighing. She gets up, and goes to take a shower before Shane, like always. Before, she reaches the bathroom, her cell rings. ‘Ay chingado, piensan que soy 411, siempre me andan hablando cuando me levanto.’  Ah shit, they think I’m 411, always calling me when I wake up. Carmen thinks grumpily.

“Hello?” Carmen asks, picking up the cell.

“Hello, may I speak with Carmen McCutcheon.”

“This is her,” Carmen says into the receiver.

“Oh, Mrs. McCutcheon, I’m Mr. Simmons’s assistant, he wants to schedule you an appointment for as soon as possible.”

“Oh, well, when do you need me?” Carmen says, not liking the sound of this.

“Tomorrow.”

“Okay, I can do that.” Remembering Shane has her appointment tomorrow with Lauren.

“We’ll see you here 12 sharp.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there.” Carmen says, hanging up the phone, thinking to herself.

Carmen goes and gets ready for the day with Shane. They end up going to the planet for breakfast. Once they enter, they see Kit and Alice chatting away. They walk up to them, hugging each when they arrive at the table.

“Hey lovebirds,” Alice says smiling.

“What has you so happy?” Carmen asks.

“I got a date, with a soulja girl.” Alice says with a giggle.

“Wow, she asked you out?” Shane says not thinking Tasha would’ve had the balls.

“Yup, why think she was too shy?” Alice says raising her eyebrow.

“Just surprised she actually wants to willingly spend time with you.” Shane says, sipping on a double shot a waiter brought her. She spit some out when she feels a pinch in her arm. “Ow!”

“Be nice!” Carmen says.

“Okay…” Shane says lowering her head.

“Wow, we know who’s on a tight leach.” Kit says.

“Hell with the leach, Carmen has her choked by the hand.” Alice says laughing at her own joke.

“Am not on a leech!” Shane refuses to let anyone tell her she’s being leached like a dog.

“Fine, you’re her bitch.” Kit says, giving Carmen a high five.

“Am not!” Shane says hysterically.

“You’re not what?” Tina asks, carrying a sleeping Angelica in her arms, Bette right behind her. They take a seat.