Sweep Me Off My Feet

Chapter 29: What're You Up To?

Lillie

“Yeah, some minor celebrity award crap.”

“Huh? Minor celebrity? What’s that even about?”

“Girl, I don’t know, but apparently, it’s going to be televised. I guess it like a dinner party thing, where they hand out awards to minor celebs..?”

“Hollywood dreams up everything these days!”

“PSH! Tell me about it. But no, tell me how someone as irrelevant as Eva Lathan is going to be there!”

“What! What did she do? Last time I heard anything about her was from MediaTakeOut— she’s pregnant by some composer.”

“Ooooh, I know who you mean! Ugh, what’s his face— Rayson! Yeah, Rayson Levigne…..eh…I heard she sold that story to MTO herself though.”

“Oh really?”

………..

Their conversation died off as they trailed away from me. Okay, Okay, I know eavesdropping is bad, but Samara’s boutique is like the perfect place to catch up on any and everything! And by the look of things, word of Eva and her fake package is spreading. I didn’t even know we had minor celebrity awards. Since when were ho’s considered celebs?

Finishing my stack of clothes, folding is so hard these days, I ambled over to Samara. She’s gonna love this.

I waited as she rang off a coustomer.

“She just bought the Louis Vuittons’” Samara sang eagarly.

Damn, I wanted those. But back to the subject at hand.

“Ever heard of the minor celeb awards?” I asked her, slipping behind the counter to I could whisper. “No, what’s what?” Mara scrunched her face up. “Well its some dinner/award sh*t they do to award, I guess, irrelevant celebs. It’s gonna be televised.” I explained.

“Hollywood comes up with the stupidest sh*t.” Mara rolled her eyes. Wait till she gets this. “Apparently, Eva is supposed to be honored—” Oooh, now I got her!

“WHAT? Wait, wait? Is she gonna win something for homewrecking??” Mara bursted.

I laughed a little. “I don’t know, some girls were chattering about it. Words gone out quick how she’s supposedly preggers by Ray.” I shrugged my shoulders sadly. “Unbelievable!” Mara gasped. “The nerve of some—” All of a sudden, her face glazed over. I know that look. What the hell is she up to?

I snapped my finger in her face. “Nu-uh, what little stunt are you plotting now?” I asked, planting my hands on my hips. “Stunt? Plotting? I know of no such thing!” She brisked me off, walking around the store. Oh no.

“Mara, don’t you dare—” She put her finger on my lips. This chick, I swear. “Nopeee— shhhh. I never said I was going to do anything.” She batted her eyes innocently. Mhm, sure.

“Now if you excuse me, I have coustomer to assist.” She left me, waltzing around the store. Samara can be nuts sometimes. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything? But then again, I’m probably gonna be glad I did.

*

Samara

“Wanna tell me why you’re banging on my door at 12 o’clock in the afternoon?” Charlie asked coldly, her cheetah print robe flailing off her body.

“Wanna tell me why it’s 12 o’clock and you’re not up yet?” I asked smartly.

“B****.” She mumbled stepping from the door, climbing back up stairs. “I love you toooo!” I sang, closing the door behind me. I wasn’t here for Charlie. I need Shai.

Lillie is like a freaking decoder. I stare off to space for five minutes and she’s nagging! Yeah I got a plan, but I won’t be doing it. And I know for sure Shai will be all for it. This ’sista-girl- attitude she got going on it perfect for what I have in mind. Perfect.

“Oh Shai! Shai! Shai! Shaiiiiiiii!” I sang throughout the condo.

Shai emerged from the kitchen, her face all confused. Oh, the things I do to people. “What, what, what, whaaaaaaat?” She sang back at me. Her singing voice is actually good, who would’ve known— anways.

I gloriously sprawled on Charlie’s couch, my arms widespread and everything. I know, I know; I’m a character. “Okay, what’s up?” Shai stood in front of me, munching on a bag of hot fries. My eyes narrowed on the junk food. “You eat when you’re upset, huh?” I asked suddenly. She looked taken aback. “Yep, I can already see the pounds.” I said bluntly.

Her red tinted finger paused above the bag, as she stared down at herself. “Oh don’t worry, it’s all going straight to your a/ss, you’re good.” I assured her, checking her out.

She blinked a few times and looked at me. “What. the. hell.?” She asked, truly confused. I really didn’t come here to banter her weight, I just noticed it. POP! Oh, here comes another thought—

“It’s because of—” There you go, now she caught on quick. She knows exactly who I was about to name. “Don’t you dare say his name.” She warned. “And no, I’m not eating cause I’m depressed, I happened to like hot fries, okay? Damn.” LIES.COM

I stared at her, trying to hold my laughs, mind you— I was failing. She’s such a bad liar! “So is that why you came here, to laugh in my face and call me fat?” Shai questioned, returning to her habitual munching. “Nooooo, I was just having diarrhea of the mouth.” I mused, sitting up. “Then WHAT?” Shai asked impatiently.

“Two words; Eva Lathan.” I quiped. “Bye.” She said, turning on her heel. “Will you listen?!” I said, spinning her around. “Red headed demon is going to be featured on the minor celeb awards.” I said exclusively. “The what?” Shai knit her eyebrows, sitting on the coffee table.

“I know, I said the same thing, but anywayssss, remember when we teamed up and tried to get Charlie and Trey back to together?

“Yep, the epic fail, I remember.”

“Well, we have another mission at hand.” Haha, Shai raised her eyebrows at that. I feel like catwoman!

Yeah, my plan is a bit messy, I have some strings here and there to pull. BUT! It should work. I bent down and whispered my ideas in her ear. Her lips curled into a wicked smile— atta girl!