Fine. I said through the phone, snapped it shut with a slight click. Sonny could just be so annoying sometimes. Even on the phone.
I can t believe what I had got notified for two days before, still. I was going on I m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!
With Sonny, of course. Mr. Conder decided suggesting us to be on the show would be good for both of our shows. Yeah, right. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn t need promotion. He can get more fans by walking down the street.
A loud bang made by stumble, but I quickly realized it was time to film. I caught myself, using my couch for support. I took a breathe, swiped back my hair, and walked out the door.
SONNY
Yes, I want another Blarmie! I shouted through the phone. The blanket with arms. Someone vomited in my last one. None of your business who or why!
I put the mouth in my pocket. Two overly annoying calls in one hour. Chad and those Blarmie people. I anted a blanket with arms! Why can t they get that!
Guys, I have to make the plane now! I rushed into the prop house, hugging everyone as they wished goodbye. I was going on I m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here! The second season. And he was coming too. But he wouldn t ruin my trip. No way, no how.
&&&.
I boarded the plane, and the first person I saw was Chad. He had the most cockiest smile ever on. How annoying. I felt like slapping him right about now.
Then I realized all the other seats were taken. No. I can t survive six hours with him. I didn t know how I was going to make it a week in Africa, either. Both good questions So anyway, I forced myself to sit down beside him ignoring his comments. I didn t even bother to pay attention, really.
Instead, I looked around at the other people. Oh my gosh. Taylor Lautner(spelling?) was here. So was.. Selena Gomez? Can t survive with her, either. The relationship wizard.
Sonny! the wizard-girl-hip-hop-person called. It s Selena!
Slap in the face.
Well, mentally anyway. I can t do it.