Deep Breath | G.Dolan

Promises

"So, when are you leaving again?" I asked Bryant as we were on the phone. Grayson and Ethan were in an interview and he gave me a call. It was a nice surprise.

"I told you like 10 times already," he said chewing whatever he was eating. I was eating too. Usually when I'm on the phone with someone eating they yell at me and say they don't want to talk to a barnyard animal. Finally I found someone who understands me.

"I forget. I still don't know if my life is a dream, Bryant." I said as I picked up another potato chip.

"Tomorrow. We're leaving the hotel at like 8 in the morning."

"Oh yeah and then won't be back anywhere close to here for at least 7 months." He said something I couldn't understand because his mouth was full but it sounded sentimental. "Well this sucks ass."

"We'll see you before then, don't worry."

"No, I got a burned chip," I said spitting it out into my napkin.

"I have a secret but I can't tell you," he said laughing.

"Well then you have to say it. You can't just do that."

"No, I really can't—" he was cut off when someone grabbed the phone.

"Hello!" I heard an energetic voice at the other end. Grayson. "You're comin' around today, yeah?"

"I guess so. Just tell me when." I was kind of like a call girl...a prostitute, if you will.

"Okay good. We'll see you later then. Bring whatever you're eating. It sounds crunchy and good." With that he hung up. Such a ladies man, that one. I put my phone down for 30 seconds to go to the bathroom and got about 12 texts and 3 missed calls from my best friend from high school, Kristin. She's a little....unique. She is a very jealous/clingy best friend. You'll see what I mean. I called her back.

"Why are you stalking me right now?" I said as soon as she answered.

"WHY ARE YOU TWITTER FAMOUS AND WHY IS THERE A PICTURE OF THE DOLAN TWINS, BRYANT AND MIKE ON YOUR TWITTER AND WHY DID ONE OF THEM RETWEET IT AND WHY IS THERE AN ARTICLE ABOUT YOU AND PICTURES OF YOU ALL OVER THE PLACE?"

"Please stop and just calm down." You pyscho. I really wanted to add the last part.

"I feel like you don't tell me anything anymore," she said and sounded sad.

"This literally happened not even 2 days ago. There's nothing to tell." Let me mention that she hated the twins. So mentioning anything to her would be useless but I told her the story anyway.

"I want to meet them."

"No! See this is why I didn't want to tell you. You don't even like them!"

"But they're celebrities!" Should I spend the money to get on a train to come to her and strangle her? Or should I save my energy for tears that will flow from my face when the guys forget about me?

"You need to stop. I'm hanging up. Goodbye." As soon as I got off the phone with her I jumped on the computer to look up what article she was talking about. Sure enough there was an article on Sugarscape about the new "mystery" brunette. That made me sound sexy...when in reality I have the sex appeal of Borat. They had my name, background and twitter pictures to go with it. Oh that's just a bad picture of you! Your nose really isn't THAT crooked.

They even had pictures of me entering the hotel the day before. At least my outfit looked cute, right? But this was a whole new level of ridiculous. Writing a very strongly worded letter to the photo editor. Maybe I should just put a paper bag over my head and started wearing Spanx...