"So, you and Molls. How long has it been since the infamous Eiffel Tower kiss you two had?" She says.
"1 year ago today." I say proudly.
"Damn, 1 year already?!" She says.
"Well like, we've known each other almost our whole life." I say.
"Oh, I know it all Hood. She's told me all the stories, it's hard to move on from the topic of you, but at the same time, I don't blame her." She says as she takes a sip of her coffee.
"Really? Cause every time she calls me, she'd always talk about the nights that you two have after her press stuff." I say.
"I guess she likes to talk about us." She says.
"I mean, for you it's understandable. You may be her manager, but you act more like an older sister to her. You and Joanne made her life better." I say.
"I guess we did, didn't we. At the same time, you were with her for the majority of it." She says.
"Well you sure do make her happy, her starting this new career has put the biggest smile on her face. Even after a long day, she'd come home, and then when I go over there, she's either cooking something or binging a show." I say.
"She went from 1 cup of coffee to 2 two cups now. With those late nights she's had at times, she switched to that, probably the reason why she's not that tired. But since we were on a flight, she's been tired, and quiet." She says.
"It's been a minute since Molls hasn't been, how do I put it...loud." I say.
"She was out like a light as soon as we came. When we came here she was saying she wanted to drive to her place cause she 'missed her vibe', and no one knew what that meant." She says.
"She's basically saying that she loves her place so much that she wants to go back." I say.
"So for her to come out with us, we would avoid her place." She says.
"It's basically the only reason why her and I never leave her place when I go over there. Have you been there?" I say.
"A couple of times, one thing though, her couch is so easy to sink into that it's hard to get out." She says.
"Literally the reason why she got it." I say and we both laugh.
Molly's P.O.V
So I start to get up cause I hear Santana talking with someone.
Oh my god, what if it's her secret boyfriend she never told me about.
I wanted to get up, but I literally don't have the energy.
So to block off all noises, I plugged one earbud, kept one ear to the pillow, and then put the blanket over me.
I know it's past 10, but I have no energy.
Then Santana comes on the other side of my bed and tries to hug me to get me up, so I kicked her, except, that wasn't a girl's scream.
I got the blanket off me so quick and I turned to see who it was and my face lit up as soon as I saw it was Cal.
"Callll!" I say as I try to hug him but he's holding onto the spot where I kicked him.
"Why didn't you tell me she does this?" He says to Santana.
"I didn't want to get kicked today, so I decided to let you take the hit. Just be a man and the pain will go away." Santana says.
He ends up holding me in his arms.

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