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“Hey guys, I’ll be back a little later. Has anyone seen my bag?” Izzie called, searching under all the pillows, cushions and abandoned clothes strewn around the living room. She was holding her wallet, iPod and all the contents of her purse, but the actual bag had somehow gone missing.
“It’s right there.” Kyle pointed to the silver leather bag on top of the microwave.
“How’d it get THERE?” She sighed, shoving all her stuff inside.
“Where are you going?” Steve mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.
“I have a doctor’s appointment. Victoria’s convinced me I have the flu.”
“Does that mean we don’t have to go to that thing tonight?” Taylor perked up.
“That THING is my book release party. And, yes you still have to go. I put your outfits out in your rooms. I’ll be back in like 2 hours. We have to leave at 6.” She rushed out the door.
“Has she been acting different lately?” Steve asked no one in particular.
“Yeah. Yesterday, she yelled at me for eating the last of the peanut butter. She doesn’t even like peanut butter.” Taylor scratched his head.
“It’s probably just because she’s not feeling well.” Kyle shrugged.
Pete groaned when the knocking on his door refused to stop. He had only been in New York a few hours and he’d already been harassed by his entire band, most of his friends and practically everyone he had ever met. He got up and looked through the peep hole. In the dim light of the hotel hallway he could see a brunette girl tapping her foot impatiently and someone wearing a red hat just outside of his view. “I know why you guys are here, and you can just forget it.” He sighed opening the door. Victoria and Patrick gave him matching stern looks.
“So then are you going tonight?” Victoria asked, pushing past him into the room.
“No.” Pete flopped back down in his spot on the couch.
“You’d rather sit here watching the Fresh Prince of Bel Air than go to Izzie’s party.” Patrick stated.
“That’s pathetic.” Victoria scoffed.
“Why should I go?”
“Because she’d your best friend! Unless you’ve forgotten that.” Patrick shouted. “AND she invited you.” Pete and Victoria both gave him a look. He rarely ever raised his voice.
“She invited everyone she knows. She invited her seventh grade English teacher.” Pete scoffed. “She doesn’t want me there.”
“You’re the ONLY person she wants there.” Victoria cried, exasperated.
“We’re too similar. I should just break up with her and get it over with.”
“NO! It took you long enough to get together, you can’t just give up.” Patrick smacked him in the back of the head. “You’re both just too damn stubborn. You have to get over yourself.”
“Have you read it yet?” Victoria asked.
“No.”
“Here. I marked the parts that are about you.” She pulled the book out of her bag, post-it flags sticking out of if in all directions. “And PAY ATTENTION when you read it before you make any kind of stupid decision.”
“We’ll be back to pick you up in four hours.” Patrick said, heading to the door. “And if you don’t come willingly, we’ll get Bob to drag you.”
Izzie was wandering around the party, lost in her own world. People she had never met were coming up to her and congratulating her, and everywhere she looked was the photo of her on the first day of kindergarten that the publishers had decided to use for the front cover of the book. She had a ridiculous unicorn sweater and no front teeth. It was all a little surreal. She never did like being the center of attention. Which was odd, being the lead singer of a band. But on stage at least she could pretend that everyone was paying attention to Taylor. “You look like you need a drink.” Someone said behind her. She turned to see Joe grinning at her.
“This is all so crazy.” She chuckled, lowering her voice. “I don’t even know anyone besides you guys.” While the party was for her, the publishing company had made the guest list. She was allowed to bring 10 of her own friends. She had haggled her way up to 12, so she could include her band, and the members of Fall Out Boy and Cobra Starship, all of who helped motivate her to write the book.
“Which is why you need to drink. What are you having?” He nodded towards her empty glass.
“Oh…just water.”
“Seriously?” He gave her a look.
“I’m not feeling too good.” She shrugged.
“Ok, cool. Hey, one more thing. I was looking through the book and didn’t see anything about me.” He pouted.
“I changed all the names to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.” She chuckled. “I think you’re either Dan or Kevin. I don’t remember. One’s you and one’s Patrick, you’ll figure it out.
“At least I don’t have a bitch name. Then who’s Pete?” He gave her a look.
“Luke.” He nodded and walked away as she sighed, looking around for anyone else that she knew. She smoothed down the front of her dress, it was a black sequin baby doll dress with a pink ribbon around the empire waist, as a fat balding man approached her.
“Are you ready?” he asked, placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
“Yeah, sure Larry.” She took the stack of index cards her publisher handed her. She flipped through the speech they had someone prepare for her. On top of everything, she had to give a speech about the book and they apparently didn’t trust her to make herself sound smart. She was really starting to wish that she could have at least one drink right about now. She nervously stepped up to the podium on the mini stage in the front of the room. The crowd fell silent as Larry got their attention and introduced her. She gave a little grin as the Cobras all gave her simultaneous thumbs up. She inhaled deeply and started reading off the cards. “My life began in a media whirlwind that has yet to stop spinning. When I was born I wasn’t famous, I was infamous. This book, ‘All That Glitters’ begs the question, How much is too much?” She looked up from the cards at the crowd. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes connected with Pete’s. She dropped the cards on the podium and exhaled. Now was the time to wing it. “Who here doesn’t know who I am?” She raised her hand and looked around the room. Everyone was looking at her intently, but no hands went up. “That’s what I thought. But the truth is, you don’t know who I am. I don’t even know who I am. The media always paints this glamorous picture of a world celebrities and rock stars that I grew up in, like some kind of fairy tale rock princess. But in actuality, I watched my mother overdose and die. I was virtually homeless until I was 12 years old. I was home schooled. I was hardly around any other kids. Do you know how hard it is to be a normal kid when you live in a moving bus? I didn’t have any friends until I was practically in high school. I still can’t trust people.” She looked directly at Pete when she said this. “Everything I’ve done, my entire life has been captured by the press. Take the cover of the book.” She gestured at the large photo next to her. “My first day of kindergarten. It looks like a quaint family memory right? Cover of Us Weekly. And some of the rumors about my ‘lost years’ are ridiculous. I wasn’t in rehab, I didn’t join a cult, and I didn’t pull a Hannah Montana and change my identity to star in a German soap opera. Although that one’s funny.” She smirked. “I went to school, I had friends, I got braces. Not everything is tabloid worthy. I didn’t write this book for anyone but me. I just wanted to tell my side of the story. I wanted to give my friends, my fans, my haters and the people who don’t give a crap about me an idea of who I am and where I’m coming from and why I do the things I do. So…I hope you read it and even if you don’t like it, I hope it makes you think before you judge. Thank you.” She scurried off the stage. She felt someone grab her arm and spun around to come face to face with Pete.
“Iz, can I talk to you? I’ll only take a minute.” He blurted.
“Ok.”
“If you tell me to fuck off, I’ll leave you alone…wait, what?”
“Do you want to go someplace quieter?” She motioned to the back exit.
“Oh…ok.” He nodded and followed her out the door.
“Peter! Hilary! Andrew! Come and meet the new neighbor!” Mrs. Wentz yelled up the stairs. “Can I get you any cookies or anything to drink?” Izzie shook her head shyly. Footsteps thundered down the stairs and three kids barreled into the kitchen. “Kids, you know Mr. and Mrs. Page next door? This is their granddaughter Isabella. She’s come to live with them. We’re watching her for a few hours while her grandmother runs some errands. This is Andrew, Hilary and Pete.”
“Hi.” Andrew waved and ran back upstairs.
“What do you know about The Who? You’re just a kid.” Pete scowled at her shirt, pushing a dreadlock out of his eye.
“Pete!” his mom scolded.
“Probably more than you.” Izzie crossed her arms and gave him a look. Pete nodded. This kid was ok.
“So who else are you into?” she clammed up again and just shrugged.
“How old are you?” Hilary hopped up on the kitchen stool next to her.
“12.”
“Cool me too. Do you want to see my room?”
“Yeah.” They skipped upstairs.
“What you said in there, about not knowing who you were and people judging you…” He began, staring at his feet.
“I was talking to you.”
“I figured that. I love you.”
“I know.” She mumbled, averting her eyes to her own shoes.
“I know you have problems you’re trying to work out for yourself, but I hope that eventually you can feel the same way.”
“Pete, I need to tell you something.” She interrupted.
“I do too. You go first.”
“No you go first.”
“Let’s say it at the same time.” She nodded, inhaling deeply and looking into his eyes. “Will you marry me?”
“I’m pregnant.” She bit her lip nervously.
“Seriously?” His face looked shocked, but she could see excitement deep in his eyes.
“Yes.” She gave a weak smile. He scooped her up in his arms, hugging her as tightly as he could.
“Wait, yes to which?” He pulled away, looking at her.
“Both, I guess.” She shrugged, giggling. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“But when?”
“My birthday I guess.” She looked around at the dirty alley they were in, much like the one that night. “We should probably get out of here and go tell people.”
“I already told my mom. About my part at least.” He chuckled.
“What did she say?”
“She said it was about damn time.” He grinned.
The End.
Hope you liked it. There will not be a sequel or anything, I'm leaving it up to you to decide what happens next. I'm planning on writing a Cobra Starship story, so look for that in the next few days. I have most of the first chapter already written.
And super huge thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed. This and my other stories. I just looked, and the last one has 4000 views!
Oh, and here's the "dress":http://www.betseyjohnson.com/Evening_Aurora_Dress/pd/c/1101/np/1101/p/5442.html
“Hey guys, I’ll be back a little later. Has anyone seen my bag?” Izzie called, searching under all the pillows, cushions and abandoned clothes strewn around the living room. She was holding her wallet, iPod and all the contents of her purse, but the actual bag had somehow gone missing.
“It’s right there.” Kyle pointed to the silver leather bag on top of the microwave.
“How’d it get THERE?” She sighed, shoving all her stuff inside.
“Where are you going?” Steve mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.
“I have a doctor’s appointment. Victoria’s convinced me I have the flu.”
“Does that mean we don’t have to go to that thing tonight?” Taylor perked up.
“That THING is my book release party. And, yes you still have to go. I put your outfits out in your rooms. I’ll be back in like 2 hours. We have to leave at 6.” She rushed out the door.
“Has she been acting different lately?” Steve asked no one in particular.
“Yeah. Yesterday, she yelled at me for eating the last of the peanut butter. She doesn’t even like peanut butter.” Taylor scratched his head.
“It’s probably just because she’s not feeling well.” Kyle shrugged.
Pete groaned when the knocking on his door refused to stop. He had only been in New York a few hours and he’d already been harassed by his entire band, most of his friends and practically everyone he had ever met. He got up and looked through the peep hole. In the dim light of the hotel hallway he could see a brunette girl tapping her foot impatiently and someone wearing a red hat just outside of his view. “I know why you guys are here, and you can just forget it.” He sighed opening the door. Victoria and Patrick gave him matching stern looks.
“So then are you going tonight?” Victoria asked, pushing past him into the room.
“No.” Pete flopped back down in his spot on the couch.
“You’d rather sit here watching the Fresh Prince of Bel Air than go to Izzie’s party.” Patrick stated.
“That’s pathetic.” Victoria scoffed.
“Why should I go?”
“Because she’d your best friend! Unless you’ve forgotten that.” Patrick shouted. “AND she invited you.” Pete and Victoria both gave him a look. He rarely ever raised his voice.
“She invited everyone she knows. She invited her seventh grade English teacher.” Pete scoffed. “She doesn’t want me there.”
“You’re the ONLY person she wants there.” Victoria cried, exasperated.
“We’re too similar. I should just break up with her and get it over with.”
“NO! It took you long enough to get together, you can’t just give up.” Patrick smacked him in the back of the head. “You’re both just too damn stubborn. You have to get over yourself.”
“Have you read it yet?” Victoria asked.
“No.”
“Here. I marked the parts that are about you.” She pulled the book out of her bag, post-it flags sticking out of if in all directions. “And PAY ATTENTION when you read it before you make any kind of stupid decision.”
“We’ll be back to pick you up in four hours.” Patrick said, heading to the door. “And if you don’t come willingly, we’ll get Bob to drag you.”
Izzie was wandering around the party, lost in her own world. People she had never met were coming up to her and congratulating her, and everywhere she looked was the photo of her on the first day of kindergarten that the publishers had decided to use for the front cover of the book. She had a ridiculous unicorn sweater and no front teeth. It was all a little surreal. She never did like being the center of attention. Which was odd, being the lead singer of a band. But on stage at least she could pretend that everyone was paying attention to Taylor. “You look like you need a drink.” Someone said behind her. She turned to see Joe grinning at her.
“This is all so crazy.” She chuckled, lowering her voice. “I don’t even know anyone besides you guys.” While the party was for her, the publishing company had made the guest list. She was allowed to bring 10 of her own friends. She had haggled her way up to 12, so she could include her band, and the members of Fall Out Boy and Cobra Starship, all of who helped motivate her to write the book.
“Which is why you need to drink. What are you having?” He nodded towards her empty glass.
“Oh…just water.”
“Seriously?” He gave her a look.
“I’m not feeling too good.” She shrugged.
“Ok, cool. Hey, one more thing. I was looking through the book and didn’t see anything about me.” He pouted.
“I changed all the names to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.” She chuckled. “I think you’re either Dan or Kevin. I don’t remember. One’s you and one’s Patrick, you’ll figure it out.
“At least I don’t have a bitch name. Then who’s Pete?” He gave her a look.
“Luke.” He nodded and walked away as she sighed, looking around for anyone else that she knew. She smoothed down the front of her dress, it was a black sequin baby doll dress with a pink ribbon around the empire waist, as a fat balding man approached her.
“Are you ready?” he asked, placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
“Yeah, sure Larry.” She took the stack of index cards her publisher handed her. She flipped through the speech they had someone prepare for her. On top of everything, she had to give a speech about the book and they apparently didn’t trust her to make herself sound smart. She was really starting to wish that she could have at least one drink right about now. She nervously stepped up to the podium on the mini stage in the front of the room. The crowd fell silent as Larry got their attention and introduced her. She gave a little grin as the Cobras all gave her simultaneous thumbs up. She inhaled deeply and started reading off the cards. “My life began in a media whirlwind that has yet to stop spinning. When I was born I wasn’t famous, I was infamous. This book, ‘All That Glitters’ begs the question, How much is too much?” She looked up from the cards at the crowd. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes connected with Pete’s. She dropped the cards on the podium and exhaled. Now was the time to wing it. “Who here doesn’t know who I am?” She raised her hand and looked around the room. Everyone was looking at her intently, but no hands went up. “That’s what I thought. But the truth is, you don’t know who I am. I don’t even know who I am. The media always paints this glamorous picture of a world celebrities and rock stars that I grew up in, like some kind of fairy tale rock princess. But in actuality, I watched my mother overdose and die. I was virtually homeless until I was 12 years old. I was home schooled. I was hardly around any other kids. Do you know how hard it is to be a normal kid when you live in a moving bus? I didn’t have any friends until I was practically in high school. I still can’t trust people.” She looked directly at Pete when she said this. “Everything I’ve done, my entire life has been captured by the press. Take the cover of the book.” She gestured at the large photo next to her. “My first day of kindergarten. It looks like a quaint family memory right? Cover of Us Weekly. And some of the rumors about my ‘lost years’ are ridiculous. I wasn’t in rehab, I didn’t join a cult, and I didn’t pull a Hannah Montana and change my identity to star in a German soap opera. Although that one’s funny.” She smirked. “I went to school, I had friends, I got braces. Not everything is tabloid worthy. I didn’t write this book for anyone but me. I just wanted to tell my side of the story. I wanted to give my friends, my fans, my haters and the people who don’t give a crap about me an idea of who I am and where I’m coming from and why I do the things I do. So…I hope you read it and even if you don’t like it, I hope it makes you think before you judge. Thank you.” She scurried off the stage. She felt someone grab her arm and spun around to come face to face with Pete.
“Iz, can I talk to you? I’ll only take a minute.” He blurted.
“Ok.”
“If you tell me to fuck off, I’ll leave you alone…wait, what?”
“Do you want to go someplace quieter?” She motioned to the back exit.
“Oh…ok.” He nodded and followed her out the door.
“Peter! Hilary! Andrew! Come and meet the new neighbor!” Mrs. Wentz yelled up the stairs. “Can I get you any cookies or anything to drink?” Izzie shook her head shyly. Footsteps thundered down the stairs and three kids barreled into the kitchen. “Kids, you know Mr. and Mrs. Page next door? This is their granddaughter Isabella. She’s come to live with them. We’re watching her for a few hours while her grandmother runs some errands. This is Andrew, Hilary and Pete.”
“Hi.” Andrew waved and ran back upstairs.
“What do you know about The Who? You’re just a kid.” Pete scowled at her shirt, pushing a dreadlock out of his eye.
“Pete!” his mom scolded.
“Probably more than you.” Izzie crossed her arms and gave him a look. Pete nodded. This kid was ok.
“So who else are you into?” she clammed up again and just shrugged.
“How old are you?” Hilary hopped up on the kitchen stool next to her.
“12.”
“Cool me too. Do you want to see my room?”
“Yeah.” They skipped upstairs.
“What you said in there, about not knowing who you were and people judging you…” He began, staring at his feet.
“I was talking to you.”
“I figured that. I love you.”
“I know.” She mumbled, averting her eyes to her own shoes.
“I know you have problems you’re trying to work out for yourself, but I hope that eventually you can feel the same way.”
“Pete, I need to tell you something.” She interrupted.
“I do too. You go first.”
“No you go first.”
“Let’s say it at the same time.” She nodded, inhaling deeply and looking into his eyes. “Will you marry me?”
“I’m pregnant.” She bit her lip nervously.
“Seriously?” His face looked shocked, but she could see excitement deep in his eyes.
“Yes.” She gave a weak smile. He scooped her up in his arms, hugging her as tightly as he could.
“Wait, yes to which?” He pulled away, looking at her.
“Both, I guess.” She shrugged, giggling. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“But when?”
“My birthday I guess.” She looked around at the dirty alley they were in, much like the one that night. “We should probably get out of here and go tell people.”
“I already told my mom. About my part at least.” He chuckled.
“What did she say?”
“She said it was about damn time.” He grinned.
The End.
Hope you liked it. There will not be a sequel or anything, I'm leaving it up to you to decide what happens next. I'm planning on writing a Cobra Starship story, so look for that in the next few days. I have most of the first chapter already written.
And super huge thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed. This and my other stories. I just looked, and the last one has 4000 views!
Oh, and here's the "dress":http://www.betseyjohnson.com/Evening_Aurora_Dress/pd/c/1101/np/1101/p/5442.html
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