'Alyssa Camilla Grande it is 2 o'clock in the afternoon get your butt out of bed!' my brother Frankie obtrusively screeched. I'm not always a lazy teenager. I mean I stay in bed way too long, and stay up far too late but I'm not the only one in the world! Why don't my family respect or understand this? Sorry that not all of us are rising stars that have tight,strict schedules that prohibit us from having a few extra hours in bed on the weekend.
When I finally ventured out of bed I made my way into the kitchen, only to be greeted with the nose stimulating aroma of authentic Italian food. God how I love my dads 'famous' pesto penne.
I have to give my family some credit. It is definitely not an easy task to be constantly surrounded with amazing Italian food, you have to contain a hell of a lot of self control to not become a fat mess basically. As I was preparing my extremely late 'breakfast' ,It dawned on me, why the hell are all of these meals being prepared? I completely forgot it was my wonderful Nona's birthday celebration today. So many thoughts danced around in my head. What would I wear? Where were we going? What shoes are most appropriate for the venue? My mom prefers to keep information on the down low if there is any type of celebration. Fame comes with a price I guess. Some people, really crazy people, somehow find out every single piece of information in your life and document it to the world. I don't know about the rest of my family, but I didn't sign up to be on Keeping Up With The Kardashians.
But don't get me wrong, Ari's fame also has its perks; for one I am able to live a wonderful life I am grateful for, and also meet some pretty cool people along the way.
I glanced around the room and eventually found my mom in the eye of the hurricane that was my kitchen. When our eyes met she advanced toward me embracing me in a warm hug, 'Goodmorningyoulazylittleshit,' running her words together. 'Well Goodmorningyourudelittlemother' I sarcastically reply,pretending to be offended, and casually poking fun at her small height (which Ari and I unfortunately inherited)
After I pestered my mom and she had finally answered all of my questions I made my way to Ariana's room. I pottered down the hallway gently knocking on her door but before waiting for my acceptance I twisted the door knob and entered the simple lemon and white coloured room.
Before even turning around from whatever my sister was doing she started, 'Alyssa you bitch, knock the door, wait for my acceptance and only if I accept you may enter. GET OUT! I literally could have been naked or something! Why do you go out of your way to invade my privacy?' I laugh at her and sit on her bed even though I was clearly not welcome. I retaliated 'Oh please Ari you are famous, don't talk to me about invasion of privacy...You signed up for it.' She scoffed at me dramatically, trying to think of something to fire back at me but soon gave in realising I was right. 'What did you even come in here for Alyssa?' She reluctantly replied. 'Well,' I started sarcastically, 'You see, due to your immense amount of fame, and the high broadcasting of not only your life but also your dear family members, I feel socially pressured when we attend large gatherings as I am aware the papz will be snapping their pics. I feel as if I constantly need to look bangin'. So I would like to propose the idea of...well...Canilikemaybepleaseborrowsomethingofyourstowearbecauseyouloveme.' I casually run my words together so she will perhaps be softer on me.
We love each other to death even though it may not seem like it, but for some reason, it's like an unwritten sister code that you hate to share clothes. Ari wiggled her eyebrows and a mischievous grin set across her face along with a wild look in her eyes. 'That's a pair of two sexy twins coming right up for you Lys,' My twin creepily remarked.
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This chapter was so much better and hopefully I'll be progressing from here:)))
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'Oh That's her Sister' //Ariana Grande//
Fanfic"She's in the studio Harry." "I'm not here for Ariana"
