Why Me? (the gaga diaries)

Six

Chapter 6 - diary entry 3

After yesterday Gaga's been texting me like crazy; She keeps "just checking in". Around lunch time I went downstairs to see if my mom would talk to me, but she was engulfed in her work, as usual. "Hey mom..." I started to say, "I met Gaga again last night.. I have her phone number now." "Yea, ok. That's great Amy." She said, staring blankly at her computer screen. "Mom.." I whispered. "Go away Amy, I'm busy!" She yelled. "But mom.." "Why do you constantly bother me? You're always in the way." she mumbled. I held back tears as I ran up the stairs, into my bedroom and slammed the door. I walked over to my jewelry box and rummaged around till I found my blade. I walked over to my bed, and set the cold little razor on my skin.. Just as I was about to push down, my phone started to ring. *GAGA* caller ID said. I took a deep breath and threw my razor away from me. "Hello?" I answered. "Amy! How are you?" Gaga asked. "Actually.. I'm um... not-" I started to say, my voice breaking a bit. "Say no more." Gaga said, "Do we need to meet and talk?" I sighed. "It'd be awesome if we could.." I answered quietly. "Of course we can! Would you like me to come over?" She asked. I perked up a bit. "Um.. Yea. That would uh.. That'd be really cool!" I replied. "Ok baby, well text me your address and I'll be there soon!" She said. "Ok, can do!" I said, hanging up. After i texted her the address, I got to work cleaning my room. It wasn't much of a mess but, everything had to be perfect for Gaga.