Bad Boy Nextdoor

Pt.2, Chapter 4: No blame for the fame.

*Cali's pov* *a few days later*

Okay, HERE'S the thing. Obviously, when you are in the public eye, or if you are related to someone in the public eye/know someone in the public eye, you're not gonna be alone as much as you'd like to when you go out.

I don't have a problem with The Boys' fans coming up to me, because 99% of them are really sweet.

However, there's just that 1% that are either rude, nosy, or stalker-ish.

But it doesn't happen very often.

So here's the issue now.

I have this huge, round stomach that's sticking out, that I'm being forced to hide.

How the hell am I supposed to cover that up?

Now, you're probably like, you were able to cover it up before, so why not now?

Well, when I was 4 months you could barely tell that I was pregnant.

And when I was 2 and 3 months I looked the same as I used to.

But now, my stomach just decided to increase times 5, so I don't really know how I'm supposed to cover that.

Gabbie's coming with me, so maybe she could help, but I have no idea.

"You ready Cal?" Gabbie asked.

"How am I supposed to cover this?" I asked, and pointed to my stomach.

"Wear a baggy sweater?"

"It's 100° today."

"Oh..right. Um, okay, baggy t-shirt?"

"This is the biggest t-shirt I own."

"What is?"

"The shirt I'm wearing right now."

"OH. Ummmm, you have a corset?"

"Nope. I don't even think I can fit into one."

"Oh boy, okay, wear one of Daniel's shirts?"

"He took all of them for tour."

"Damnit. I don't know Cal, you might just have to embrace it."

"You're kidding right?"

"No?"

"Gabbie, if we get noticed in public, not only am I getting in deep shit, but Daniel is too. I have to hide this remember?"

"Who cares is you get in trouble? Your kid is SO much more important than a job."

"But this isn't just a job, this is something he's never gonna have the chance to do again if he gets fired."

"The boys aren't gonna let him get fired. Remember, they hired their manager, they can fire him too."

"Ugh! I'm just gonna order it online."

"No you aren't because you're not just gonna sit here and have them control you. Now c'mon."

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*at the store*

"Do you see eggs Gab?" I asked.

"Ya, they're to your left."

"Oh, sorry."

And within that moment, a group of girls came up to us.

Gabbie and I looked at each other and I sighed.

"Hi!" One of the girls said.

"Hi!" Gabbie smiled and waved at the girls.

"It's so nice to meet you guys!"

"You girls are really sweet." I said.

"Oh my gosh, thanks!" Another girl said.

"How are you guys? We haven't seen you at any shows yet." One girl said.

"Um, ya, we should be seeing them soon I think. Have you girls been to any?" Gabbie asked.

"Ya, we went to the one in Toronto."

"Oh my gosh! So what are you girls doing all the way in LA?"

"Our parents live here, so we came to visit them, but we actually live up in Canada."

"Wow."

"So are we getting a picture or no?" Some girl said sassily.

This is that 1% I'm talking about.

"Oh, ya, sure."

Gabbie and I smiled for the picture, the girls said their goodbyes, well, the nice ones, and we were on our way.

"Wow, she was mean." I shook my head.

"There's always gonna be those type of kids." Gabbie shrugged.

"The mean one shoved me out of the way, it was pretty rude."

"Wait really?"

"Ya, but whatever."

"Sheesh."

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We kept shopping, then startrd walking to the register.

On the way there, I got this sharp pain in my stomach.

My breath got short, and I started panicking.

I just hope this doesn't mean anything.

"Cali, you okay?" Gabbie stopped me.

"Yes, I'm alright." I pushed it off.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, my stomach is hurting."

"Is it gas or?"

"No it's a really sharp pain."

"Okay, ya, let's go."

"No, no, I'm okay."

"Cali, I'm not taking any chances."

"I promise, I'm okay. Really."

"My ass Cali. C'mon."

Great.