For Real or For Publicity?

Chapter Fourty Three

Joanne Belle Kameron

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I murmured into Brandon's ear as he opened his eyes lazily.

  "Morning, sweetheart," He said in response, calling me a nickname that made me blush.

  "Stop it!" I said, lightly slapping him on the face, causing him to groan.

  "You're gonna pay for that!" He growled playfully.

  I giggled. "You can try but you can't catch me!" I raced to the bathroom, gripping my phone tightly.

  Once I was safely inside the bathroom, I locked the door and started playing with my phone. Going to my Twitter account, Instagram account and blog. After a while, I got bored. I was surprised Brandon didn't try to force open the door or say something goofy that would have made me laugh out loud.

  I quietly unlocked the door and wasn't surprised to see Brandon snoring contentedly on the bed. He had seemed so sleepy that I was kinda expecting him to go out in his car and fall asleep. Not that I was trying to curse him or anything. That would be just plain wromg, to sabotage someone like that. Especially if it was your boyfriend.

  I decided to play a prank on him. I quickly withdrew my makeup and markers from a box. With an evil smirk plastered on my face, I drew some makeup onto Brandon's face.

  I giggled softly at my artwork. I went to the cupboard and opened a secret drawer, where I kept my secret stash of photo albums.

  I selected one labeled 'Joanne's Graduation'

  I went into the living room. I smiled at all the memories. I think everybody agrees that we all look better now.

  Back then, I had a fringe and long waist-length hair. My hair was strawberry blonde then. I reached up and fluffed my dark hair. I had colored it during high school. Because in middle school, the popular girls had teased me about my "orang-y" hair.

  I looked at the first picture. My hair was tied back into a long ponytail. I was wearing a sparkly sequined halter neck with a white skirt. My black shoes were polished and shiny. I was smiling at the crowd. I remembered this moment. It was the first time I sang in front of a crowd. That was a really special moment. I had backup dancers and singers. It made me feel like a real life pop star-singer.

  Ring ring! The phone rang. I picked it up.

  "Joanne, come over to my apartment immediately. There's something I have to tell you," Abigail's stern voice instructed.

<To be Continued>

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