Once Upon A Kat

Kat peered around her room.. everything was so different now since the book went number1 on the New york times best seller list. Her walls, once decked out in posters of Ani DiFranco, pictures of friends, had shed there skin more fitting of the sky line view; framed portraits of movie stars, with personalized notes commending her on everything from her writing to her shoes.. she sometiems missed the mountains The phone rang, breaking kat out of her trance. “hello?” “Hey it’s Jake! how are you?” “Jake who?” Jake was crushed and annoyed at exactly the same time “Ya know, you’ve gotten a wee bit hotty lately Ms. thing” “do you have a reason for calling Jake, or was it just to give me a hard time?” Jake sighed as if on cue “I talked to Zen yesterday .. why can’t you just give him a call?” kat tied to explain how much time it took from her already busy schedule to re-hide all that money every day notto metion worrying about the book but Jake just didn't seem to understand. Kat looked out the window and then jumped up and leaned out as far as she could to see what in the world was walking across the lawn. She thought it looked like...but no it couldn't be. Could it?

Holy shit. It was! This total weirdo, completely naked guy with bright pink hair styled in to a mohawk. Actually, it was kind of cute, but seeing a naked guy walk across your lawn sort of made your mind block out his exact physical features.

Suddenly he looked right up at her window, and lifted his hand, shading his face so that he could see her better. Kat let the phone drop off her shoulder and land with a thump on the floor. She vaugely heard Jake's voice continuing to tell her how irritating she had become lately, but she paid no more attention to it than she would to a fly buzzing around a lamp.

The naked guy was...and it was, him, she could see clearly now...it was...Charlie! Kat rubbed her eyes and looked again. Yes, it most definitely was Charlie, although it was a bit difficult to recognize him with that mohawk, and without any clothes. Kat ran to the window and opened it.

"Charlie, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I've come here to humbly offer myself as your love slave. After some long, detailed late-night talks with Mitchell, he convinced me that this was my ultimate purpose in life, to belong to you and only you. That kid can convince me to do anything, you know, if he says it the right way. If you won't accept my offer I'll shave this mohawk off and go be a hermit in a cave in the Himalayas."

Kat weighed her options. The idea of having a love slave didn't entirely appeal to her, but the only other option was to banish her old friend to a life of solitude. And the Himalayas were damned cold. And that mohawk looked so nice on him that it would be such a shame to waste it. Besides, if she accepted, maybe she could talk to him and reason things out. As she pondered, Charlie's nude form shivered in the breeze... continue

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