"Wait so which one am I supposedly dating?" I asked my manager Lisa, who was also my makeshift mother since I was 7 years old and abandoned by my real mother who was lacking her heroin and a love for her daughter. I guess the single mother life wasn't really for her. Actually maybe the mother life wasn't even for her.
"You know, the cute one." Lisa replied vaguely much to my frustration.
"Oh wow! Thank you for that! Really slims my thoughts down doesn't it?" I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm, which was in fact my favorite type of humor(is sarcasm even considered humor?).
"Oh lord, quit being a drama queen. You're PR relationship will be with Harry, the curly haired guy. And-"
"Just a quick question, is he a complete airhead? Not to be mean but he sort of seems like the person to carry on a conversation about himself, not current events or anything remotely intellectual." I said, already becoming prejudiced towards the man I had never even met.
I had always been a person who appreciated intelligence. Although I do sound like a straight up bítch when saying I care about people's mental depth, I only do it because I can't surround myself that don't better my life. And it's been proven to me that unintelligent people make bad choices and always leave me- point a, my druggie mom aka mom of the century.
"Stevi, you honestly need to get over the factor of intelligence. It's a fake relationship for God's sake, just pretend to like him." She countered.
"You know what? You're right. How about I spend a few months with a jerk who doesn't want to have a conversation with me about Atticus Finch, who is the epitome of a fictional hero and archetype." (AN- IM SORRY GUYS I JUST HAD TO MAKE AN ATTICUS REFERENCE, I MEAN HE IS A GOD)
"That's the spirit! Just dust your nerdy and intellectual self under the rug for him!" She said enthusiastically.
"You know, if I were a woman who had little knowledge of myself, I might do that. But unfortunately for him, I'm not, so he's gonna have to deal with me as is." I say with the confidence that I've been faking for so long that it almost feels real.
"Whatever, do you wanna know when you're gonna meet the guy?" She asked with her eyebrows raised and a creepy smile on her face.
"You know, this whole thing is moving to fast, I've never even talked to the guy and now I have to meet him? I'm not ready-"
"Tomorrow morning!" She says, my facial expression changing quickly to annoyed and then dwindling into a slow but sure anger.
OKAY SO I HAVENT UPDATED IN A WHILE BC I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WANTED TO DO WITH THIS BUT I THINK IM JUST GONNA WING IT AND TRY TO MAKE IT FLOW I GUESS. UM ANYWAY DONT HATE STEVI PLS I HAVE ACTUAL,Y THOUGHT THIS PART OUT AND I HAVE MADE HER LIKE THIS FOR A REASON. BUT I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME THERE IS A GIRL IN FANFICS WHO HAS HER HEAD SET STRAIGHT AND ISNT GOING CRAZY OVER 'HARRY'. ANYWAY THANKS FOR READING AND ILY - KAY KAY
