Fake It Until You Make It

Over Look Parties and Kissing

The gentleman up top looking sexy as ever is Alex Pettyfer in other words Randall. Oh my god I love him so much! Now add in Randall's personality and I think I want to have his babies.

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I looked over at a sleeping Bridget in my passenger seat and sighed in content. We have had quiet the amazing day and I didn't want it to end. After we brought Mia to get ice cream and to the park we went and picked up Bridget's car. We brought it back to her house and we were off again, leaving Mia at home with Linda against her many protests. We went to the library, her idea not mine and to a nice restaurant she picked out. Then we drove to the edge of a huge over look and we were currently parked looking out into the amazing view. Well we were until Bridget fell asleep. She had her head against the window and her hand resting on the space in-between us. I eyed it, looking so small and fragile with her perfectly manicured nails that were painted blue with stars on them. I wanted nothing more than to grab it and intertwine our fingers as I have done many times today. I guess it would be pretty creepy if she woke up and I was holding her hand though.

I was about to wake her when she began to stir. She mumbled something in her daze and for a second I thought she was going to wake up, but she just fell right back into her stupor. I gazed at her perfect face that would probably have a red mark from where her forehead was mashed against a window. Honestly it was scary how much control she had over me. I would jump off this over look if she needed me to. I would say if she wanted me to, but this is Bridget and she asks me to jump off high places on the daily so I will limit it to needs. I just wished I knew what was going on in that pretty head of hers. I wish I could know what she was thinking or if she was thinking of me. Wow I sound so much like a girl, I need to stop with this mushiness.

"Bridget." I asked shaking her shoulder softly. She just furrowed her eyebrows and pulled away from me. I let out a chuckle. She seemed to process this as her eyes snapped open at the sound. She looked at me and rubbed her eyes and stretched pushing out her perfect chest. I couldn't help, but let my eyes wander. She saw me and rolled her eyes before straightening out.

"Do you want me to take you home?" I asked her, she quickly shook her head.

"No! I mean, um I'd rather not go home at the moment." She muttered looking out into the sky.

"Did something happen at home? With your mom I mean." I asked.

"She's getting married to some 24 year old boy toy. I have no clue what she is thinking. I thought after the boob job she would calm down and realize how crazy she has been acting, but I guess not." She said softly, but I heard every word.

"Wow, did she tell you that last night, I thought she was supposed to be home last week." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah I thought so too. I don't know she's acting like a teenager. I don't really want to talk about it right now. I want to get my mind off this." I felt a smile grow when she said that. I was amazing at distractions.

"Well I think I know something that could distract you." Her cheeks heated up at my words and she scrunched up her face.

"Not that, jeeze get your mind out of the gutter, and you call me a perv." I said and she quickly relaxed.

"Okay well what do you have in mind if not that. Not that I would be apposed, I haven't gotten laid in forever." She said. I chose to ignore the last part.

"Well we could go to a party. I know one that is near by and is supposed to be huge." I said getting excited by the prospect of a party.

"Are you sure, the last party we went to didn't end to well for us." She said with a nervous expression.