After I kiss Josh, he gives me a quizzical look and says, “I’m not convinced.”
So I kiss him again. Then he says, “I’m still not convinced.” I start to get a little annoyed and then I notice that he has a smirk on his face so I decide to play along.
“So…what’s it going to take to convince you?” He leans back in the couch, puts his hand on his chin, and says, “Well, if you put it that way…” Before he can finish his sentence, I fling a throw travesseiro at his head.
After a good cry, I feel a little better. I decide to take a shower. The feeling of warm water on my face and body calms my frazzled nerves and allows me to block out all the painful thoughts that have been running through my head. It feels good to not think for a little while.
The sound of my cell phone beeping on the bathroom countertop brings me back to reality. I shut the water off, take the towel from the rack, and embrulho, envoltório it around myself. When I pick up the phone, I see that I’ve received three text messages. The first one is from my brother...
I don’t respond to the question. Instead, I suggest that we go home. He nods in agreement.
“I had to see for myself,” Nick quietly says. He looks tired and sad. I want to go over and give him a hug but I know that that would be the wrong thing to do now. Instead, I just stand por the front door and say, “What do you mean?”
“Jennifer, I think we’ve known each other long enough to dispense with any pretense,” says Nick with a slight edge to his voice. Then he sits down on the sofá and buries his face in his hands. After a...
The seguinte morning, I have breakfast with my brother, and then see him off when the shuttle comes to pick him up. After he leaves, I crawl back into cama and fall asleep.
Around 10 a.m., I wake up to the sound of my phone beeping. I’m inclined to just lie in cama and ignore it but decide to pick it up off the nightstand. It’s a text message—from Nick. It says, “Just caught the plane to LA.Will see you soon.” I check to see when the message was sent and the phone says that it was sent to me at 6:30 am. I text him back to see what time he’s...
When I walk in the door, I see my brother sitting on the tamborete, fezes in the cozinha snacking on some leftover pie. He looks up at me and says, “You look like hell.”
“Thanks,” I reply. I fling myself on the sofá and bury my face in my hands. Ben comes over and places his hand on my shoulder and says, “That bad, eh. Personally, I don’t see what either one of them sees in you.” We both laugh.
“Oh God. I’ve made such a mess of things.”
He replies, “Yeah, it sure seems like it. Want a drink?”
After the song ends, I pull away from Josh. Wordlessly, we walk off the dance floor and toward the entrance for the after party. As we exit the building, we’re greeted por a slew of paparazzi. He turns to me and says, “My car is around the block. Follow me.” The paparazzi pursue us as we walk toward his car. They shout out perguntas like “So are you two officially dating now?” and “Where are you off to now?” I hide my face as best as I can and pick up my pace. When we reach his car, we jump in and Josh starts the motor and speeds away.
Josh and I dividido, dividir up to do separate interviews with various entertainment shows and print media. por the time I am done, the show is nearly over and Josh is nowhere in sight. My head is beginning to hurt from all the loud música and noise and my mood is even worse.
After the show, I find my brother Ben who is visiting me from out of town. I asked him to be my escort for the night. I am glad have my big brother por my side. He congratulates me on the win and teases me a little about the onstage kiss. Unfortunately, for him, I am in no mood for his ribbing...