Just kidding (Jennifer Lawrence)

The plan

When I woke up, Jennifer was gone. I was still in the hospital though. I sat up, wincing as my cramps acted up. As if on cue, a doctor came in. He looked surprised to see me awake. I waved at him he grinned at me, a fake pearly white smile. I wasn't falling for it. He walked over to bed and sat down on the edge.

"So," he said with an obvious lisp, "Ms. Lawrence will be taking you to her house until you are further notified." I gaped at him. Me, going home with my favorite actress? That's impossible. It's gotta be a joke, I'm not believing it. I can't. This is a dream come true. No, a fantasy come true.

"Cool?" I said. That's all I could say. I mean, I had just run away from my dad, woke up in a hospital, and I was about to be taken to the house of superstar millionaire. I was at a loss for words.

"You might want to think of a way to gather your stuff, Ms. Lawrence will be here in an hour." He stated before turning on his heel, his white coat flowing behind him, leaving me with a feeling of awe. But I soon shook it off. I had to find a way to get my stuff, in one hour. How could I get past him? If he was drunk, no problem, but when he was sober, he had the ears of a mouse. Sharp and could her a twig snap from a mile away.

I stood up slowly. I had an idea. I grabbed the phone and tapped in the numbers of my Dads phone number. I twirled the cord slowly. Nervous, I mean if this went wrong he would know where I was. Oops. I held my breath.

"Hello?" A gruff voice on the other end said. A voice I knew to well. Memories coursed through my brain. I took a shaky breath and said in my best French accent, "Iz zis Mesuer Caztro?" I mentally face palmed, that was horrible!

"Uhh yeah. Who's this?" He fell for it. I felt giddy. Careful Hope, one wrong move and your a goner.

"Mmm," I didn't think about this. "Élie Zoldias, I make funeral?" I winced. I'm not sure if French people talk like that, but hey, I tried.

"Why do I need a funeral, I'm not that old!!!" He shouted. I sighed inwardly. I gathers up my thoughts and licked my lips, which had all of a sudden became very dry.

"No sir, it Iz your daughter....... Hope?" I murmured. I glanced at the small screen they occupied half the old telephone box. I had been calling for 56 seconds. I needed to get this over with, fast. I waited patiently for his reply, but heard none. I was thinking of hanging up when he finally spoke.

"No I'm sorry, I don't know what your talking about." His voice quivered slightly. Any normal person wouldn't notice it. But I was no normal person. I glared at the floor. He was making this way to hard. I made up my mind.

"Vell I need you to come to ze police station so zey can take your finger print." I said. In my most sincere voice. That's when he did the unexpected. He agreed.

"Fine fine." He muttered wearily. "I'll meet you there in 3 hours." I panicked. And dropped the phone. It clattered to the ground. I gasped. I bent down quickly. Maybe to quickly because I lost the French accent for just a millisecond, but for a millisecond to long.

"Ummm, sorry about, i mean, Zorry bout' Zat I am very clumsy today." I squeezed my eyes shut. This was it. Just when I thought I had escaped. Then he did another thing that completely changed me, forever. He believed me, he darn believed me. He thought my French accent, and my "funereal planning" was all real. I could've jumped for joy, but that would be a dead giveaway.

"I need you to be zere right now." I said. I could almost see the wires in his brain moving.

"I'm busy-" he began. But I didn't want to here it.

"Zis is very important. You can make the time." I murmured menacingly. I heard him groan.

"Fine. But I'm not happy about it." He said thickly. I nodded to my self. It had worked!