The Diary of a Pretty Lady

Chapter 5

"The yellow or the red one?" I barge into Finns room without knocking with two dresses I my hand.

"The yellow one." He says without even looking at me just typing on his laptop while laying in bed. He knows me so well that he doesn't even have to look. He already knows which one I'm going to pick eventually.

"Sammie, can I ask you a question." He asks me, eyeing me strolling into his walking-in closet.

"Shoot" I answer while holding the yellow dress in front of me staring at my own reflection in his full length size mirror.

"Do I really abandon you when I see a hot girl?" He asks, his voice trembles a bit so he's nervous about my answer. I sigh as I walk out his closet, I knew this question was coming. I just hoped it would take a long time before he asked.

I go sit next to him, laying my dresses on my lap."Well, it's just that not every girl that hangs around you likes me, you know." I shrug my shoulders. "I mean when they're around you they are always really kind and loving towards me. But once you're gone the claws come out. Mostly when some girls know you don't want anything more than just a hook up. But I can pretty much defend myself you know."

I know, I know, why didn't I just lie and say it was a joke? It isn't that simple lying to someone who knows you better than you know yourself. And I can't keep a secret from him even if my life depends on it.

"Are you serious?" He looks at me with sad eyes. "I'm such a bad brother."

"No no Finn listen to me. You are not a bad brother." I put an arm around his shoulders. " In fact you are the best brother ever. It only made me stronger, sometimes it was good that I could vent out my bitchiness so it came in handy."

"Why didn't you tell me, I would've defended you." He's still not convinced that I can handle myself just fine. I'm a strong girl thanks to him. Or I at least try to be.

"I know, I could handle myself very well in those occasions. I'm not just some girl who always hides behind her overly protective brother." I tell him.

His eyes widen. "I'm not overprotective." He answers , probably the only thing he heard from my sentence.

I laugh."Yeah you are!" I stand up picking up my dresses.

"Tell me one thing that proves that I'm overprotective ." He says throwing his hands up. He can be so dramatic sometimes.

"Let's say that you punched at least 3 guys I went out with." I deadpanned. Yeah, all of them deserved it but still.

"They deserved it... You know never mind. When are we leaving again?" He stands up and starts walking to his walk-in-closet.

"In about 30 minutes... Damn, I should get going. Come to my room in about 15 minutes so you can pick out my shoes." I smile.

I hear him grunt when I leave his room. I know he hates it but he's going to do it anyway.

When Finn and I are downstairs mom comes rushing in the hallway where we were taking our coats. She looks absolutely flawless, like always. That's what you get when you're mom is a model.

I'm sorry, supermodel.

"I'm glad I could catch you guys right before the party. I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving for Paris at midnight. I have some very important meetings to do with Chris and I think he's going to ask again if you two want to model his summer collection for next year." She tells us, puffing my hair up a bit.

You see my mom is this hotshot supermodel and she's starting her own business. For now it's just shoes but when it's doing great she wants a full clothing line. And the Chris she's talking about is really Chris Carré. Yes the yellow-sole shoe designer. He's the biggest fan of mom and they became really great friends over the years.

"Uhm , I still don't know mom. I want to just enjoy highschool for now and a modeling career would stand in the way of that." I answer her. I know some girls would kill for a modeling contract with Chris but I'm done with the constant travelling. I want to concentrate on one thing only and that is finishing highschool and going to Stanford.

"I know love , but he wants to do this summer collection so bad. He loves you guys and I think he will negotiate with you that you only have to do the summer collection and he will leave you alone for the rest of the year." She tries to win us over, pouting. God, when she pouts she looks so much like Finn and she knows that's my Achilles heel.

"Okay, we'll do it." Finn answer very fast. Smiling at mom.

I wanted to protest but then I see the sparkles in my mom's eyes and I don't care about my school experience anymore.

Grandma dying was really hard for us all but our mom took it the hardest. She was a real family girl. I wasn't yet alive when grandpa died but I heard it was so bad. And now grandma is gone for a few months now and maybe we saw her smile 5 times from then. Just five real smiles in 4 months is not much.

I'm really glad Finn and I just put the sixth smile on her face.

She hugs us both and says the stuff about parties that parents suppose to say to their children. Like be careful , don't do stupid things , don't get drunk (really that's so going to happen to at least one of us) and don't knock someone up (Finn) and don't come home pregnant (me).

We both roll our eyes at her but we smile and hug her back.

Once we step out of the car I check my clothes for any mistakes I didn't see earlier. I'm wearing my black Carrés (The Jules) – yes, he named a pair of shoes after our family, awesome right? And my Chanel yellow dress.

It's a very pretty dress if I say so myself , it's backless so I basically had to tie my boobs together so they won't fall out at the sides. My black hair reaches my mid back in big curls that I didn't do anything about. I'm wearing a little bit of mascara and eyeliner and pink lipgloss to top it all.

Next to me is Finn. He's wearing black Armani jeans with white Stefan Janoskis and a white shirt with black sleeves. Simple but of course he can pull it off as fashionable.

When we enter the party we are greeted by a lot of people we just met today at school. Suddenly Matt appears aside of Finn and they do that men handshake again.

"I'm glad you came , come I'll lead you to the kitchen then the fun can begin." He yells above the loud music.