"And lastly, I'd like to thank the person who took me under their wing and saw me for who I am; a shoe loving fanatic."
I look at Chris. He went from sulking to sitting up confidently in his seat. He actually thinks I'm talking about him... Good, I...
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I continue on my way to meet my friends. This doesn't feel real. I'm walking but I feel like I'm going in slow motion. So despite Chris McLean being in prison for forging signitures, providing a hostile and abusive work environment, and committing tax fraud, they're still releasing two more seasons of that show. And as crazy as it all is, that's not even the worse part. I don't care about Chris, I don't care that the producers are still milking this franchise of everything its got. My issue is, why the f*ck does my name keep being dragged into it? I'm concerned because what's going on with Gwen? She knows how much I want nothing to do with this, so what the f*ck is she doing? I admit, I'm petrified. What did they lie to me about? I could've asked Trent to go into detail, to tell me everything, but I couldn't, and I don't want him to be the person to tell me the bad news. Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy, but if Gwen is really up to something, then I'd want my closest friends to break the new to me.
"Malibu!" I hear Leshawna exclaim.
"Bridgette! Leshawna!" I exclaim happily.
The three of us join in a group hug. I melt a little. I've missed this.
"I've missed you," Bridgette says.
"Girl, what is up with the fit though?"
"Oh," I laugh a little. "I have to avoid the media some kind of way."
