Tate's POV:

"Sorry if I ruined the moment with your girlfriend" River cooed while trying to pinch at my cheeks.

Shoving him away with a generous amount of force, I stormed into the kitchen, and sat ontop of the wooden table top.

"She's not my fucking girlfriend" I snapped. Throwing a cookie in his direction, he ducked and started to laugh.

What was it with people these days, you simply just speak to a girl and suddenly you're attatched for life.

It's flirting, I'm just bored. Sue me.

"Language" My mom snapped. Looking at my mom apologetically, she rolled her crystal like eyes in a sarcastic manner, and handed me a cookie that Carmela had brought round.

"So do you normally kiss your friends then? Ahh so that's what you, Jared and Jensen are always doing in your room. Makes so much more sense now" River laughed as he slung his arm lazily around Olivia.

Screwing my face up like I had just smelt something bad, the back of my head suddenly felt a flash of pain.

"You kissed her?" Francesca screeched.

Evan placed his fingers in his ears the exact same time I did.

"No, I didn't" The whole table seemed to be disappointed, well apart from Giovanni, he had his earphones in the entire time.

For about 30 minutes did the constant questions go on for. My family were one of , if not the most nosy people of all time.

'Whats she like?'

'Whens her birthday?'

'Why aren't you dating?'

'Should we invite her over?'

'Whats her shoe size?'

And those were only the questions from Francesca.

"Enough with the questions, and no we're not going to date. Anyway, she's going on some date tonight, so you can't invite her round" Hopping off of the table, I trudged my way upstairs with Francesca and Olivia right up my ass.

"What do you want now" I said without turning around. Walking into my box filled room. I fell on my bed and stared at the plain white ceiling. This room made me feel even shittier, it was dull, boring, and made me feel like I was some sort of mouse in a box.

"You see, yesterday I brought all this spy gear at the tech shop when I went shopping with Fran, and wouldn't it be cool to test it out, like for real?" Olivia burst out into a screech.

Cocking my head up, I looked at her with slited eyes.

"Well go try it out then..?" Laying back down, I heard her groan and sit down on one of the cardboard boxes.

"What she means is that we should go spy on your girl- I mean Carmela, we should go all ninja on their asses" Francesca carried on and fist pumped.

"It's called stalking, and that's weird and illegal. Its only a date with Kit Stylinsky" Laughing to myself at the scene in gym earlier.

I swear chicks would always take things to the extreme in simple situations.

"You mean creepy kit the kitty catcher?" Francesca ran over to me and slapped me on the head.

If you hadn't already noticed, her favourite activity was to cause pain to those around her.

"For fucks sake Francesca" Standing to my feet, she pushed me back down and griped my shirt.

"Have you not heard what Kit does? Have you never stopped to listen to rumours around our school" Did she honestly just say that.

This is one of the reasons I don't talk to people.

"Oh I apologise for not listening to the bullshit that gets spread around school, my dearest sister." Olivia scoffed and began looking through the boxes scattered around my room.

"Well you should, because if you did, you would know that Kit is a creep. He just goes around thinking he can have any girl he wants and well.. He can, but that's not the point. He picks his target, goes on a date and slips something in their drink so they can 'ease up'" rolling my eyes I picked up a near by magazine and pretended to read.

What?

I wanted to listen.

"And then wham bam thankyou ham, he tells all his friends about it, and you're a laughing stock at school" placing the magazine down, I laughed and placed my hands on my stomach.

"its Mam" I said astonished at her cluelessness

"What?" she seemed to be growing impatient as she placed her hands on her hips, and leaned onto her hip.

"Mam. The expression is 'Wham bam, thankyou mam, not ham" I tried to contain my laughter as she started to hit me with my own magazine.

"This.is.not.a.laughing.matter.Tate" she yelled inbetween hits.

The only actual reason I wasnt stopping her, was because the pain was equivalent to getting pounded with cotton wool balls.

"Rumours are called rumours for a reason Fran, they're probably not true" Turning on my side, I heard her whisper something to Olivia and someone close the door.

"Fine, I'll just tell mom and dad that those brownies you and Jared made for Jensens birthday weren't just filled with love and care"

Shutting my eyes, I groaned aloud.

"I'll get my jacket"

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Carmela's POV:

Walking into Bobs diner, I sat at an empty booth and waited for Tit to arrive.

Knowing him, he would still be perfecting his hair or even pouting and tensing his muscles in the mirror. I smiled at the thought of him chocking on hairspray.

Okay, I really needed to stop imagining people in pain, it was beginning to be a really bad habit of mine.

I guess I'm just one of those girls that prefer a guy that takes less time to get ready than I do.

Hearing the bell above the door of the diner go off, I looked over my shoulder to see Kit tripping over himself with a bunch of flowers between his arm.

Maybe this date wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Tate's POV:

"I still say this is creepy, why cant I just leave" I whispered while flicking through the menu.

Francesca shushed me, and took out the pair of binoculars that Olivia had shoved in the camouflage backpack she had brought.

Looking at the both of them, I rolled my eyes but a smirk still evident on my face.

Francesca had dressed in all camouflage clothing (which I still don't understand why she had) we were inside? If anything, she stood out like a bull in a china shop. She also wore a pair of my black combat boots, that had her looking like Thumbelina trying on the BFG's jacket.

Olivia on the other hand, she had dressed in all black, I even had to talk her out of wearing the 3 hole balaclava and bringing the huge duffle bag.

Snatching the binoculars out of her grasp, her azure eyes narrowed, she looked like I had just punched her in the face, and stole her first born child. Suddenly pulling out another pair of binoculars, she laughed and smiled in triumph.

"Obviously I thought ahead" Banging my head on the headboard behind me, I groaned aloud making Kit and Carmela turn their heads. Automatically the three of us ducked and stayed like that until Kit had gotten Carmela's attention again.

"Don't be so freaking loud you jackass" Olivia hissed. Sitting back up, we ordered our food and observed them from afar.

"This is pointless, we can't even hear what they're saying" I mumbled under my breath.

Beginning to light a cigarette that had been in my pocket, it was snatched away from me by a pissed looking Francesca.

People smoked in here all the time.

"You want our cover to be blown, dont you?" She snapped at me in a whisper.

"Might aswell, we cant hear shit if you havent noticed Francesca" I said while leaning forward on the greasy table.

Olivia dived into her backpack and pulled out some more spy gear, grabbing my attention.

"That's why im gonna stick this bug, by their table" she sang while holding up a small black piece.

When the Capetti's set their hearts onto something, they never give up...I never knew if this was meant to be a pro, or Con.

Climbing up from her seat, she waltzed over to Carmela table and started to speak. Francesca and I had gone silent as we observed our sister smile and laugh like it was a role in movie

Waving at them, she went to the bar and when they had avoided their attention, she ran back to us, like she was James bond undercover.

"It's show time"

Carmela's POV:

"I wonder if she'd like to join us- wait, where'd she go" Poking my head round the corner, I saw no trace of Olivia at the bar at all.

"Weird..." Turning back to face Kit, I jumped as I saw how close his face was to mine.

"Jesus Christ Kit, you scared me." Putting a hand to my chest, all he did was smile, and stare awkwardly into my eyes.

"You're so cute, have I told you that. Have I told you how incredible you look?" Peering down at the Rolling Stones tee and baggy jeans shorts I had on, I smiled and nodded.

"You may have said it once or twice, maybe seven times, but who's counting?"

Grabbing hold of my hand, his firm hands engulfed mine.

Was it weird to find someones hands more attractive than their face?

"Look Tit- I mean Kit, I know I haven't been the nicest person to you, I'm kinda sorry. You've proved your not as assey as people say." Giving his hand a squeeze, we carried on talking for what felt like forever.

"Wait wait wait, so your saying Jameson just straight up shoved his tongue down the guys throat?" I stuttered not being able to control my laughter.

"How was I supposed to know that he would actually do it" Taking a bite of his burger, he laughed and carried on with the story.

"And when I said that I didn't actually have the signed copy of it, he fainted" Erupting in laughter, my milkshake began to spill out of my mouth.

Not being able to stop laughing, I waved my hands infront of my face trying to stop him from telling me anymore to calm myself down.

Reaching over he took my hands away from my face and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

Leaning over the table, his lips connected with mine making us move in sync. His lips were nothing compared to Tate's, but- why am I even thinking about him.

Maybe because you kissed him?

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I tried to deepen the kiss to try get Tate's eyes out of my mind. I even grabbed onto his hair and everything.

Breaking away from the kiss, I slightly sighed so only I could hear.

"You okay?" Kit asked while running his thumb over my cheek. Christ, even that reminded me of him.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about things, you know ?" Looking up into his green eyes, I pulled my mouth over to one side and then back to normal.

"Screw it" I grumbled.

Pulling him by the collar, our lips collided once more. Biting down on his lip softly, he smiled.

Flickering open my eyes for a second, I saw 3 figures to my left that looked like they were in s full blown argument. Breaking away from the kiss, Kit looked at me with curiosity in his eyes as I stood up.

It couldn't be, there was no way, how the fuc-

"What the hell are you doing here" I snapped at Tate as he held his head behind his hands.

My eyes landed on the binoculars on the diner table, that Olivia had quickly tried to hide in her black backpack. So this is where she went to.

"You've been spying on me? Spying, you've got to be kidding me" Holding my head in my hands, I sighed and span around.

The creep was now stalking me?

"I dont have time for this" He grumbled into his hands.

"Hey, what's going on- oh hi Tate" Kit chirped.

Spinning back around I held one hand slightly across my face as I spoke.

"Tate, were you spying on me, yes or no" Breathing heavily, he got up from his seat and walked past me, but not before nudging into Kit.

"She was asking you a question" Kit grabbed onto Tate's arm, making Tate stop in a halt.

"Get. The fuck. Off. Of me." Pushing Kit by the chest (which was uncalled for), he called after Francesca and Olivia. Sending me apologetic smiles, they left the diner after their brother.

"You wanna go home?

"That dick isn't going to ruin our date" Mirroring his smile, we sat back in our booth and continued our date as promised.

It still didn't stop the thought of Tate and the numerous amount of questions, swirl around my head.