It was the next day and I was cleared. It turns out the doctors confused my "seizer" with a panic attack. I still don't know what it was about, but apparently I am ready to go. The only thing CarlA said I needed was my pulse ex. She is always on me about having it where ever I go. So I get changed into a pair of daisy Dukes (it is L. A. Anyway) and a white shirt.
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I grab a long black cardigan and a pair of Burke's. I am fairy pretty, I'm just skinny. But everybody else here is too. I grab a black beanie with a Pom Pom on it then I put my pulse ex in a little bag. I put on a black Smokey eye and deep red lipstick. I walk out of my room to see Grayson on his phone sitting on the bench across the hall from my room. "You ready to go?" I ask, shuttling the door. He jumps a little, "Yeah. You got everything?" "Yep." "You look great." "Thank you. So do you." I say, walking over to him. He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. "We would look better together." He whispers in my ear. "We will wait and see what happens. What car are we taking?" "The Porsche." "Still can't believe y'all are that rich." "Where were you born?" "Arizona." "And where did you grow up?" "Texas." "That explains a lot." "Huh?" "You have a southern accent." "Well I hate to break it to you, but you have a jersey accent." I say real southern. "I wonder why." He chuckles. We get to his car and we drive to the mall. On the way there we talked about random stuff. "Wait, wait, you lived in New Jersey for like, your whole life?" "Until we started to get really really famous." He says, pulling into the parking lot. "Damn." "How many houses have you lived in?" "14." "Damn." "Yeah. A lot of difference places." "Military family?" "HA! No." I say, getting out of the car. "Well, let's go in." He says, closing his door. I get out of the cramped car and stand up. "Ugh. Why the hell do you have such a small car?" "I like it." "I miss mine." "What did you have?" "Ford 450." "Girl, you have taste." "Says the boy that has a fucking Porsche." I say, elbowing him. "Ow." He says, fake hurt. "So...what are you going to do if you see a fan?" "Say high and hug them." "And if they ask about me?" "You are a closer friend." He says, wrapping his arm around me.
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Like that, but I'm way shorter. "So I'm not some charity case that made a Make A Wish to meet you?" "Not in a million years." "Good." I say pecking his cheek. "Alright. What kinda wig are we looking for?" "You know who Loren gray is?" "That's James brothers girl." "That's what I'm going for." I say, walking into the store. "Let's conquer and divide." I say, walking off. "Meet me back here in an hour." I hear him yell. "Yep." I yell. I look through the wigs and find some really pretty ones.
