Fame Or What?

Part 43

ATTENTION: There's going to be a new part as soon as we get 150 stars!

Throwback to the last part: Fredo told Justin that he's leaving for New York. You and Justin attend the interview and everyone got to know that you're in a relationship. But at the end of the interview you got in a fight with Justin since you didn't let him talk about Selena.

 *Your pov.*

»Be strong", I whisper to myself.

I pull out the keys from my small clutch and open the front door of my house. Warm air hits my face when I enter the corridor. The sweet scent of pancakes makes its way to my nostrils. I close the door behind me and take off my big heel boots. Carefully I put them to the side.

»Hey, honey!«, I hear my mom's voice greet me.

I let out a tired sigh when I turn to face her. She smiles at me and I stare at her confused. Her whole face is covered with flour and she's wearing a ridiculous looking hat which you usually only see on professional cooks. I start to laugh amused.

»What?«

»Y-your face«, I answer still laughing at her funny appearance. 

She looks at herself in the large mirror beside her. I notice her mouth form to a wide grin. Then she begins to chuckle embarrassed.

»I look like a clown«, my mom says and tries to brush the flour off her face,»At least my pancakes for you turned out pretty good.«

»For me?«, I ask curiously.

»Yeah! Today was a special day for my beautiful daughter! We need to kind of celebrate this«, she tells me.

My body tenses by the thought of the interview earlier. Why did I listen to Scooter? Only because of me the whole interview got ruined. I should've let Justin talk about Selena since it's his ex girlfriend, not mine. Maybe he is right, I'm easily being influenced by others. That's my problem. 

»I'm not really hungry, mom«

»Why?«, she wonders worried,»Is there something wrong?«

»No!«, I raise my voice unexpectedly.

My mom examines me concerned. I feel my heart race. What should I tell her? I can't say that I got in a fight with Justin. She'd be disappointed and I don't want that. At least not now.

»I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout but I'm very tired and I just want to go sleep«

»It's okay, sweetheart but can't you at least tell me how it was for you? I mean I watched your interview but I'd like to know how you feel now«, my mom wants to know.

I think about it for a moment before giving her a proper answer. My eyes start to tear up when I remember the fight I had with Justin. Quickly I look at the ground and wipe my tears away.

»It was awesome«, I reply and stare at my mom with a fake smile on my lips.

»That's great to hear! But aren't you feeling kinda excited and hyped? All social medias are talking about you«

»I don't care what the media says, mom«, I say sternly.

Her eyes meet mine and I can literally sense her concern. I turn away now and make my way to my room.

»Y/N«

»Yes?«

»If there's anything you want to talk about, no matter what it is, I'm always here for you«, she assures me and I smile appreciative. 

Exhausted I finally arrive in my room. I close the door and walk to my mirror. As I'm staring at my reflection I taste something salty in my mouth. Only then I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I wish I could be less emotional but I can't help it. It's not about the way I look but about the way I feel. I look in the mirror and see an emotional wrack. Whatever, I take in a deep breath and try to stay strong at least till I go to bed. I decide to take a shower for some relaxation. Before picking out my pyjama I open the window for some fresh air. After that I lay my clothes on the bed and prepare the shower. I take out my shampoos from the bathroom cabinets and lock the door. Slowly I put off my clothes and get in the shower. I turn it on and let the hot water roll down my naked body.