What's not to love about Cher (fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Cher's kitchen is really modern because her house is fairly new.

"Someone posted on twitter that you sold your house to Beyoncé? Jillybird is saying that it's true? Is it? Are you really selling your Malibu mansion to go to London to live with your boyfriend?" I ask petrified due to the incoming tweets.

"No, Cher adds blankly as she reaches for my phone. The pasta is cooking on the stove and soon will be a aldente and perfect for eating. The sauce has been made and I am yet to get the cheese from the fridge. The colour and look on Cher's face has changed and I think something is wrong.

"Are you okay?" I ask being completely concerned.

"I'm not moving to London, I just broke up with someone and I need a little bit of a break, I don't believe in going from one relationship to another," Cher adds as her eyes look like those of a child. It's okay Cher, I feel the same way.

"I know how you feel. I didn't date anyone for two years after I broke up with my boyfriend, I was thirteen years old. But, when you're that naive about love and relationships you say and do a lot of stupid things. I suppose that's the good thing about growing up, you learn things about life," I add.

"After all my years of dating I know nothing about men," Cher giggles and I can't help but join her.

My queen is an amazing cook, it's not that I ever doubted her. I worship her.

"Cher?"

"Yeah?" She says looking up from her pasta.

"After dinner can we do something together?" I ask shyly.

"Oh isn't this enough for you Amy?" She adds sarcastically. I just want to sing a duet with you. Of course this is enough for me, you're my queen.

"I was hoping we could sing a duet," I say politely. Cher's eyes meet with mine and she seems shocked somehow,like she doesn't understand why anyone like me would want to sing with her. But then again she looks like she expected it somehow. I mean, who wouldn't want to sing with her?

"Which song?" She adds quickly.

"Perhaps All I Really Want To Do or the Shoop Shoop song?"

"What if we do a bar of both?" Cher asks.

"Yes, please yes," I cry. I've been waiting for this moment my entire life. Cher laughs, omg her laugh is perfect. She's perfect, she's my everything.

"We should start with All I really Want To Do because it's slower which should help to warm up your voice," Cher nods, if I didn't do singing lessons I wouldn't be aware of these things.

Cher rises from the table, "I'll count us in. 1,2,3,4"

"All I really want to do ooh ooh ooh is baby be friends with you, is baby be friends with you," Our harmonies are fabulous. He voice is deep and mine is too. We can match each other's pitch and key. We sing with so much passion and power, singing the Shoop Shoop song is amazing!

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"Cher, I say whilst we're watching tv, I'm leaving in two days. I'm going back to Melbourne," My queen looks saddened. Trust me I don't want to leave. I just want to marry you. The two days with you have been fabulous.

"Do you want me to sign something for you?" She adds quietly.

"Could you please sign this," I take her latest album Closer to The Truth out of my bag. She giggles and claps her hands together, like she can't believe I have her cd on hand. She scurries around the house and finally finds a sharpie. She signs the cd itself. I think my heart has stopped beating. OMG. Her signature is perfect. I wrap my arms around her, in a hug. I can tell she's smiling.

Cher's in the kitchen with a bottle of Gatorade in her hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask rubbing my right eye.

" Good morning sleepy head, today's a big day. We're going to the gym. I'm having vitamins and potassium. It tastes awful but I mix Gatorade punch with water. I have low blood pressure," she says casually. Sounds fabulous Cher, I can't wait. The goddesses gym is huge, there is lovely carpet on the floor and the machines are scattered everywhere. I don't think I've ever done so my exercise in my life, two hours worth. I rush upstairs into the shower, the water is hot and the glass is steamy, perfect.

"Would you like to go out for lunch? I know this perfect place where we'll just blend in and no-one will notice," she's pleading with her signature 'Cher' eyes. She knows what they do to me.

"Now, she says looking up from her chicken and Caesar salad, if you ever need to talk I'm here. I've got twitter, I'll follow you so we can talk to each other. I've got Facebook too but my names not Cher because someone already took that one," I nod. I'm so glad she's here to support me. We finish our meals with some Italian espresso.

"I've got to get back to my hotel,my flight is this afternoon, I promise we'll be in touch. I kiss her cheeks and throw my arms around her, gosh I love this woman. With that I leave the tavern and open to room to my hotel. I rush into the bathroom getting my tooth brush, toothpaste, hair brush, shampoo and conditioner and not to mention soap from the shower. I shove everything into my suitcase and write a little letter for Lysh:

Thank you for being absolutely fabulous and attending to me every minute, I wish you luck and thank you for everything. We'll be in touch soon. I leave her my skype name and sign the bottom of the page with two 'XX'

With that I grab my cases and look around the room slowly, I'm going to miss this. Most of all, I'm going to miss Queen Cher. Everything looks the same as it was when I came here a good ten days ago.

There's two hours until my flight departs, I've lined up and gone through all the bag checks. I've had to remove my belt and my earrings and then put them back in. I've had to clarify everything in my bag and I've finally found a chair. It shouldn't be long now. I've been on twitter and Cher hasn't posted anything. I've sent her a friend request on Facebook as well. Thank goodness the announcement I've been waiting for. I can board the plane!

"Wait wait!" Someone is shouting. I turn around and see Cher. I smile and run towards her. We embrace.

"You didn't think I'd leave without saying good bye did you? I know I'm late all the time but I didn't want to miss this," she adds truthfully.

"It means a lot Cher," I start crying and Cher wipes my tears.

"It's okay honey, now you better get on the plane before you miss it," yes you're right.

With that I'm gone, up and away, I will come back. I promise.