The MakeUp Artist Internship

Lunch With Mom

I ignored Charisse's text. I was at lunch with my mom. Maybe she would get a clue and realize I didn't like her or even love her and she would find a pretty socialite to have a baby with. I had spend the night at Peter's. We didn't have sex. He held my hand as dad was pretty abrasive with me. He told me, "None of these things are true, darling. Also, I don't think you stink or you're gross like you have alluded to."

"Heard about your dinner with dad," she said sweetly.

"Yeah, it went over like a lead balloon."

"Was he drunk?"

"Very."

"I am not living to my full potential."

"Of course, how are you going to support him? He was like that with me. Again, I am thankful for Johnny."

"How is he?"

"In California this week."

"Why didn't you go?"

"Busy. I can't wean my clients off. About Charisse? When are you going to wean her off?"

"I have to. I think I am in love with Peter."

"Well he kept eying you. You are a beautiful girl though. Look who your dad is."

"You are pretty, mom."

"Your dad is beautiful."

I was looking at the future Mrs. Johnny Depp and someone well known in the world.

Lunch was nice and I called Johnny on the way home. We talked about future events. He told me, "Choose the guy. He seems to really like you." I smiled. "I don't think you have much in common with Charisse." I didn't. He told me, "Taking your mom for a month this summer to Europe, for the Vampires tour. I think she'll love it." I told him she would. "Jade, I am so, so happy you found her for me. I love her so much. I love you, too. I want you to be happy." I wanted me to be happy, too. He told me he was going to make some music with a few people and he would talk to me soon.

I went back to work. Charisse called.

"Boy, you're so hard to get ahold of!"

"I was out to lunch with my mom."

"Did you talk about stupid Johnny all of the time."

"Charisse I CAN have lunch with my mom."

"I think you're fucking around on me. Oh, and now when we go to get fertilized, you will wear a blouse."

"I get it."

"Do you? I think after this baby, I take it and break up with you."

I thought to myself, not if I get to first.

I went home and took a shower, I really reeked. I thought a lot of Peter and I washed off his cologne. I got dressed and went over to Charisses. My insides were still pounding from yesterday. Charisse would be suspicious. "Let's order in and have some fun tonight." We kissed and we fooled around. She went down on me and then paused. "You're a little fishy today," she said. "You clean yourself after Saturday?" I told her I did but , "Obviously not very well." She looked at me and said, "Obviously." She delighted in making me feel bad. I wanted to tell her over the deli sandwich that she had and a healthy salad for me. She told me I "ate like shit" and she wouldn't be surprised if I had a fertility problem. She actually kicked my belly. "All those chemicals you eat," she said. She spent the whole time at the kitchen table berating me. "Maybe you aren't the one for me," she said. "But, I want that baby. Maybe after the baby, we break up and I find someone better, smarter." I told her, "Maybe it's best." She told me to go home and I did. However, she would soon apologize profusely.

This breaking up deal would take a while.

I went home and texted mom that we had a fight and she said, "Break up with her! Date Peter! I think he would genuinely be a good husband for you. SUre, he's older, but Scott wants to be single and play and you have a lot of things similar with Peter." I asked how she was and she said, "I really miss Johnny. I really love him." I told her I knew. "I think something bad is going to happen though, not with us, but to him." I told her about my dad and he said, "Yeah. You got what I put up with." I asked why did she. She told me, "I knew that I wasn't going to be met with a lot of good men after that. I thank you so much for not listening to me, for once. I wish you'd listen about Charisse."

I wished I would have listened, too. I called Peter. He said, "When you break up, we will keep this on the downlow. I want to parade you around now, but it just would not be prudent. He did say, "Please come over." So, I drove over there. He was in living room. He had wine and we talked. We watched Gilbert Grape. "This was right about the time that he was with my mom," I say. "You look so muck like your dad and your sister. You are so beautiful. That was what I thought when I saw you at the office. Your natural face, hair in a stocking cap, your Walmart shoes, and jeans. I sort of got aroused when I saw you int he office and then when you were naked in the bedroom, I selfishly wanted you for myself and not for baby making." I told him, "I thought you were sexy in an Ivy League way." He smiled and said, "I want to keep you." I smiled and kissed him back.

However, Charisse showed up at the law office the following day, apologizing and crying. I was sad anyway, as my period had started. I told her, "I got my period. I am so sorry." I texted Peter and he said, "Damn. I was looking forward to the weekend." Charisse said, "Probably best. You weren't eating right and now it's salads and vegan food. Lots of fresh juices. We are going to the co op tonight."

I texted back, "K".