KissnTell

Chapter 11

INTERNET MOGULETTES

Vaughn

Pam didn't suspect a thing, which is a minor miracle since I was so giddy from my first kiss I could barely keep it together. When we got back to Anais's house, we huddled outside the door for a moment, whispering, jiggling the keys as quietly as possible. We crept inside and there she was, sprawled out on their worn leather couch, obviously sauced from wine at dinner, watching some black-and-white movie with Marilyn Monroe and some dudes in drag. I guess it was supposed to be funny, but it really wasn't funny.

"Girls!" Pam cried, outstretching her arms to us.

Anais shut the door behind her, regarding her mother quizzically. "Uh, hi," Anais said. "How was your date?"

Pam shrugged. "Bald," she replied.

"You mean bad?" Anais asked.

"No, I mean bald, as in he had no hair. His head was so shiny it nearly blinded me," she sighed. "God, I'm old." I snickered. She was acting pretty loopy. "How was the movie?" she asked. I turned to Anais.

"Good," Anais replied, her voice raised ever-so-slightly to suggest innocence. "I had already seen it," she said.

"What was it?"

"Breathless."

Pam frowned. "The one where Brigitte Bardot sunbathes naked the whole time?"

"No, that's Contempt. Breathless is the one about the car thief," Anais corrected, inching toward the door to her room. I trailed Anais wordlessly, following her lead. "Anyway, we're pretty beat," she said. "We're gonna go, um, hit the hay."

"Okay. 'Night sweetheart," Pam slurred, her glassy eyes fixed on the television.

We shut the door behind us and immediately started giggling. "Hit the hay?" I chuckled. "Who says that?"

Anais gripped her stomach, collapsing onto the bed laughing. The thrill of the whole night washed over us. The paparazzi snapping my photo. Brushing elbows with Katy Perry. Making out with Baron Caldwell. Making out with Baron Fucking Caldwell! Getting the goods to become the next Perez Hilton. (A hopefully less crotch shot-centric Perez Hilton.) Pam, drunk on the couch. And Anais. Well, Anais was in love. She buried her face in her pillow and screamed as loud as she could.

"Somebody had fun ..." I teased.

She threw the pillow at my head. "Shut up," she said, grinning.

"Should we do it again tomorrow night?" I asked.

She frowned, propping herself on her elbow. "I don't want to push it with my mom," she said.

I sat down next to her. She had to understand that in the grand scheme of moms, her mom was pretty awesome. Doing the Kardashians' hair, dating bald men, getting drunk? These qualities were pretty out of the ordinary for parents of teenagers.

"But," I started, trying to tread lightly, "Don't you want to see Austin again?"

 She smiled, sitting upright. "Okay, you talked me into it," she said, smirking. I laughed. "But Vaughn," she said, her voice all stern and annoying, "if we're gonna do this gossip site thing, you need to get one hundred percent on board. I don't want to be stuck blogging away on my own."

"But you won't be on your own," I said, "You'll be with Austin," I teased.

She shook her head and stood up, reaching for her laptop. "What about you?" she said. "I'd think your tongue would be pretty exhausted by now, what with all the strenuous kissing."