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Publicity Stunt

Alison

Jax, my brother/Jason's twin, placed his hand on my shoulder, "Sis, I get why you don't want to be apart of the Ghabe's Recording Company, but look in the bright side!" He gestured to the sunshine that was beaming in my room. I forgot to close my curtains.

"We will be able to pay for our mortgage! You will be famous and have billions or maybe just millions of fans!" Right after he said that, Jason bursted in the room with a huge grin on his face. He looked down to me and smirked, "You've got a record deal, kitten."

And that's when I knew, I fucked up.

*

3 years later..

"Ali, honey, have you made a new song for your album yet?" I heard my manager, Mary, ask me politely as I turned around to face her, "Indeed I have, Mary!" I said, rummaging through my bag, looking for a certain notebook, "Damn it," I took out all my things out of my bag and finally found the notebook in the bottom of my bag.

I sighed in relief, handing the notebook to Mary who hesitantly accepts it, "What's the name of the song?" I frowned, "It's called, Remember In Your Heart." And of course it's about my first love. Emily Fields. I wrote this poem in the car on our way to the airport, 6 years ago. I looked at Mary to see her scanning a page with a small smile on her face,

"This is a really good song, Ali," she muttered making me smile, "It'll do."

*

"Alison Lauren, welcome to the ChuggaBubba show." The host greeted me as I smiled back to her, "Hello, Cecilia." Yes, her name was Cecilia. I knew her name by heart since she was the first person who have interviewed me and now here I am. "So, about your hit song, Remember In Your Heart, is this song about someone?"

My breath hitched and my eyes went wide, "I-um-Yes." I stuttered, my eyes darting to the audience who all had blank expressions on. I already knew this place was for old people so they didn't really care about me since I wrote such today generation songs. But my fans watch my interviews,

"Yes, Cecelia. It is about my first love. My only love." I suddenly said which made Cecelia raise both of her eyebrows and look at me with her eyes wide. "Well that's new." She muttered, shifting her weight. "Okay, let's change the topic cause' that's a little too personal, I may add." She said, making me mentally sigh in relief.

At least Cecelia wasn't one of those reporters who are nosey and are always up into someone's buisness. Even if the topic was too personal and they'd ask the same question over and over again but in a different way of asking it. Someone even asked what my orientation was and of course I said I was gay which was a huge revelation for my fans but for me.

Meh.

My fans are a little, maybe a lot, inappropriate. After the interview I went in snapchat to open my fans' snaps. Nudes. I tweeted about it and they stopped so now they were now appropriate fans. Maybe.

After the interview with Cecelia, Jason picked me up and drove me to my manager's house for stuff, that I don't know about. I walked inside Mary's cozy apartment and smiled when I saw her walking towards me, "Hey, Mary," I chirped then looked at the papers she was holding.

"Oh, hello, Alison."

(If you're wondering Alison's name is Alison Lauren.)

"So," I started, taking off my coat, putting my scarf on her table, "What'd you need me?" I asked, now leaning on her table. She looked at me and smiled, "Alison. How many years have you been single?"

"Since birth." I stated. Emily and I weren't official weren't we? So..

"Really?" She asked, with her eyebrows wide. She doesn't believe me.

"Yeah, but, I felt something for someone but it didn't work out." I said,

"Oh, well, that's good. You're losing fans, Alison. We might need to do a publicity stunt."

I frowned at the idea, "But, Mary, you promised we won't do this." I insisted,

"I know, sweetie, but, you're only going to be faking it! What bad can happen? Especially when your 'fake' girlfriend is famous too."

"So, what's my 'girlfriend's name?" I asked, still not fond of the idea but let's just let this one slide! What can I do? She's my manager.

"Em-" she was cut off by a loud beep which happened to be the laundry machine. She turned around and ran to the basement.

Em? Emilia? Emery? Emily? Wait-what? Emily. Impossible.

*

"What? That's bullshit, Ali!"

I knew Jax's reaction was going to be like this. I told him about the whole publicity stunt thing. Jax was never fond of lying, even it's for for a good cause. Jason on the other side is all about lying. His world revolves in lies.

"I know." I muttered, standing up, placing my hand on his shoulder trying to calm his temper, "Ali, no, you're not doing this! You know how Mom died!" He said, making me frown, "She died because of her constant lies didn't she? You guys didn't move to New York because you didn't have money," he paused,

"It was because she had to meet up with her boyfriend which only resulted a divorce and murder. Now Dad's in jail because of what Mom did. She knows about his anger issues!" Jax yelled which made Jason come out of the room and stood beside me. Jax got anger issues too, just like Dad, so he can't control himself when he's mad.

He still believes that Jax is capable of hitting me, so whenever Jax is mad, Jason's always there just to make sure nothing happens to me. Jason placed his hand on Jax's chest which made Jax's eyes flicker to him. His eyes softened when he saw Jason.

Jax removed Jason's hand from his chest and assured him that he's not going to hurt me. As always, Jason nodded his hand as if he believed him even if he didn't. Jax looked at me, "Sorry, kitten, it took over me again." He mumbled.

kitten is the pet name both of my brothers gave me. I didn't have nicknames for them, "It's okay, Jax." I said, patting his shoulder, "Just rest, Jax." Jason said, taking Jax to his room. When they both dissapeared into the room, I sat on the kitchdn counter and started thinking about Emily Fields.

Fuck.

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Emily's POV ~~>> next chapter

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