Not the Ordinary FAN (Christofer Drew story)

Chapter three: Dinner with the carrot eating devil. This is gonna end badly.....

                Chapter three: Dinner with the carrot eating devil. This is gonna end badly…

~Bri~

“Is it really necessary for us to have dinner with him?” I hissed at Julz, crossing my arms as I watched her put on a eyeliner.

“Duh, dummy.” she fluffed her hair, puckering her lips as she did so. “His manager wants to talk to you.” she chuckled. “Now go get dressed. And wear something…dressy.”

“Something dressy.”  I rolled my eyes at her black and purple plaid baby doll dress and her way-too-high-make-you-trip-and-break-your-neck black heels. Did she look dressed up? Yes. Did she look dressed up for a business event? Hell no.

“Do you think Chris will like me better in this,”she started turning in slow circles. “Or out of it?” she giggled.

I laughed. “Neither.” I threw a pillow at her.

She gave me a mock gasping face as the pillow hit her arm. “Go get dressed before I start moshing with your face!” she told me, clearly trying to hold in her laughter.

I threw my hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright.” I gave her a smile as I walked out of the room. Crazy, this girl maybe. But she’s still my best friend.

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“I still can’t believe you’re wearing that.” Julz shook her head as we pulled up to the restaurant.

I rolled my eyes and opened the car door. What’s so wrong with ripped skinnys, knee highs, and a purple The Ready Set t-shirt? Okay…so I might have worn the shirt to deliberately piss Christofer -I really need to come up with a nick name for this kid- off. But I mean, come on. It‘s not like it‘s going to work anyway. That kid has like, no anger in him.

“A little flashy for Mr. I’m-so-apposed-to-fame.” I said as we sat down at the table with Christofer.

He smiled. “I didn’t pick the place.”

I nodded. “Oh sure.”

“Hey, Chris.” Julz started batting her eyes and twirling her hair like one of those stupid girls you’d see in movies.

“Hey, Julz.” he gave her a small wave, keeping his eyes on me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her frowned and sat in the chair next to me.

Christofer pointed to my shirt. “So you’re a The Ready Set fan, but you can’t stand me? Jordan and I write the same kind of music, Bri.”

“Yeah. But the difference between you and Jordan is,” I smirked. “He’s hot. You on the other hand…ehhh. You‘re not my type.”

Christofer smiled and leaned over the table. “Well, you don’t have to find me attractive.” he bit his lip. “But, I personally think you’re beautiful.”

“Oh really?” I said in the rudest voice I could muster. I can’t believe he actually tried to shoot me that line. The perfect, vegetarian, peace loving Christofer Drew, is a player. Go figure.

“Yeah.” he smiled again. “Too bad I’m not your type.” he leaned back in his chair as he said this, crossing his arms and not dropping that little smirk that was stuck to his lips.

“Oh yeah.” I nodded. “Waaaaay too bad.” I said sarcastically.

He chuckled, while Julz let out a sigh of frustration.

“Hello. Briana Thomas, I’m Paul Anderson. Christofer’s manager.” a youngish guy, who looked to be in his early twenties, with super colorful tattooed sleeves covering both arms -which kinda reminded me of Oli Sykes-, held his hand out for me to shake. Now, this being Christofer Drew’s manger, probably should have surprised the fuck out of me. Buuuuut, for some reason, I was expecting it. I mean seriously, can you really see Christofer Drew with a middle aged bald guy as his manger? Giggle, giggle. Ha, ha. 

I shook it. “Hey.” I gave him a polite smile.

He sat down next to Christofer, -still thinking of a nickname for him- glanced at my shirt, then leaned over to whispered something  into Christofer‘s ear. He just shook his head at Paul, smiling.

“Anyway, Bri…may I call you Bri?” Paul winked.

“Sure.” I said slowly, wondering if this dude was flirting with me, or if this was just how he normally acts.

“Good. Now, let’s talk some business.” Paul smiled. “Chris here, seems to be in love with your voice, Bri. And I think if you and Chris recorded a song together, it could be a big hit.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Well, ya see…Paul. May I call you Paul?”

He nodded.

“Paul.” I smiled. “I seem to have a little tinyyyy bit of a problem…with Christofer’s face--”

“Briana!” Julz yelled in horror, slamming her hand down on the table in protest.

Paul’s mouth hung open. 

I smirked evilly and continued. “It seems to just…how do I say this…” I looked at the ceiling, tapping my finger to my chin as I sat in mock deep thought . “Ah!” I looked dead at Christofer. “Irk the FUCK out of me.”

Somehow, Paul’s jaw managed to drop farther to the ground. And Julz? Well, let’s just say she managed to look even more horrified than she already did. Pretty damn scary if you ask me.

And Christofer over there….GOT IT! “The carrot eating devil!” I yelled out like it was the greatest idea ever.

“What?” Christofer gasped in shock.

“Yeah. That’s your new nick name.” I told him with a bright grin.

He stared at me for what seemed like a very, very, veryyyyyy, long ten seconds before pushing himself away from the table, and storming back into the restaurant lobby.

“Awh. Did I hurt his little feelings?” I giggled to myself.

“The fucks your problem, Bri?!” Julz yelled, before running after him.

“What IS your problem?” Paul asked, once Julia was out of site.

I shrugged. “I don’t have one.” I reached over and grabbed a roll from the bread basket. “It just stormed out of the building.” I smirked. “Now are we gonna order or what? Cause I’m staving.”

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Author’s Note: I was rather pissed off while writing this chapter…