CONFESSIONS OF STELLA MALONE
Author's Note: So maybe some of you readers are wondering why I deleted this story in the first place and posted it up again. If some of you remember, I had originally posted this story before Christmastime and deleted it sometime earlier this year. The reason I did this was because I lost interest in this story for a little while...BUT my common senses kicked in earlier this month and I have continued to write more chapters of this story. So far I have SIX chapters down which I am very excited to post...so the more reviews, the faster :-D
I may have to do it the 'traditional way' and post only ONE chapter a week if this story doesnt get a lot of reviews. So, as you can see reviews are important to me. And i'm going to stop talking about reviews. Anyway, I plan to have this story finished by the end of summer and I have a very descriptive and detailed outline of how this story is going to climax and end...and trust me...those six chapters are nowhere near it :D
Just expect more twists and turns in this story..that's all i will say...oh ya, and REVIEW, please? :D
Chapter One
It all started with that one call...
It was that stupid phone call from Peggy Sui that would ruin my life forever, technically speaking.
Peggy Sui. That name, oh boy let me tell you, that name would always leave a scar in my mind.
Peggy Sui was the internationally-known superstar from Japan famous for her advice-giving talk shows, two time platinum albums, and her newest clothing line called Sui Sexy. Peggy Sui was famous. Peggy Sui had it all. Peggy Sui ruined my life.
You see, before Peggy made it big in the US, she needed a stylist. Not just a stylist, but someone to show her the ropes, the ups and downs of New York City. That's where I, Stella Malone, came in. I met Peggy on the night I moved to New York City. We were both only nineteen years old, fresh out of high school and pretty much fresh meat. She was aspiring to be a singer, and me, a respected stylist. So we began doing what we both came to the City to do. Less than three months later, a label finally picked up Peggy. She was Athat good. I became her stylist, and together, we conquered the world.
Or so, that's what I thought. We made an amazing team and had an amazing friendship for the last four years. That is until Peggy screwed me over, stole my ideas for the next year's spring line, and bad-mouthed me to every A-lister there is.
"Oh, honey. I didn't bad-mouth you, don't worry. I just simply said you were in a rut with your clothing ideas," Peggy had explained nonchalantly over the phone.
"That's because you stole my ideas, you filthy, foolish whore!" I had yelled back. I was so mad, but I needed to say what was on my chest. However, calling the Peggy Sui a 'whore' was never a good idea. Needless to say in less than twenty four hours, I lost my client, my job, and my pride.
Apparently after our friendly confrontation, Peggy proceeded to tell everyone the reason why Stella Malone was no longer her stylist- because I had "lost creativity and began using Peggy's ideas". What. The. Heck.
And now on this Friday morning, I am stuck here alone in my New York apartment which I can now barely afford drinking coffee and watching television with my cat. As I changed the channel, I groaned remembering certain memories. When me and my old friend Macy Misa joked we were going to be cat ladies when we were older, we never realized that it would actually happen to one of us.
Coincidentally as soon as I thought of Macy, her name flashed brightly and clearly on my television screen. My eyes grew big as I heard the news of an old friend. "And today in the world of entertainment, we are pleased to announce the pregnancy of Nick Lucas and wife—"
"—what?"
"—have been married for a little less than two years now. The couple says they are thrilled and blessed to have a child on the way. Macy, who married the young pop star and heartthrob at the early age of twenty, is reported to already be six months along—"
"—seriously? You can't even tell she's pregnant," I yelled to particularly now one, except other than my cat Henry. I felt a smile creep on my face. "Oh, just think about how cute she's going to look now in her maternity clothes now that she's in her last trimester!"
I suddenly felt my smile fade as I realized I hadn't even talked to Misa- I mean Lucas, in a few months. Things were always so hectic and busy with Peggy…
But now, that everything had changed, I suppose a nice little reunion would suffice? No, that wouldn't be good… I shook the idea from my head sadly. Macy wouldn't want to talk to me. I was the worst best friend ever after moving to New York. I was barely there for her when I left even though I promised I would be. I didn't even go to her own wedding! Who was I kidding? She had Nick now and surely didn't need me getting in her way.
"Do you think I'm a bad friend?" I looked sadly to Henry. Great, I was talking to my cat.
Henry looked up at me with a questionable gaze. "Nevermind, don't answer that," I added quickly. Oh, you've got to be kidding me…I did not just say that to a cat.
As if on cue, Henry lifted himself off the pillow and scampered away. Even my cat hates me.
I ran through a list of people in my head. I needed someone. Just someone anyone to be there. My parents? No, they were in Europe until Christmas. Close relatives? …Yeah, right. Any friends? Well, don't get me wrong. I did have friends, but that was until I realized they were in with Peggy. And I wasn't exactly a social butterfly either.
I sighed knowing what I was doing was useless. None of these people in New York would be there for me just how the people I knew before would have been. Before I knew it, I found myself dialing the phone number of the Mrs. Nick Lucas. I counted the number of times the phone rang. One…two…three...four…Macy's voice was suddenly heard from the other side of the line, and for a moment, I felt a happiness in my heart. No matter how corny that just sounded, I still felt happy. Just hearing Macy's familiar voice—
-oh wait, that was just her voicemail recording. Poop.
I ended the call and my phone met the other side of the room. Macy really didn't need me. She had Nick.
And me, well me…I had Henry, my freaking cat.
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