I pulled my dark brown hair into a ponytail and looked at myself in the mirror. There was no way that I was going to be able to get used to not having blonde hair, but this was the best hair color for a "serious actress."
I pack all of my stuff to work out into a bag, and grab a quick breakfast before running out the door. Kylie is spending a day with Miranda and Kate, once again, and I am due for some much needed time at the gym.
Nobody is on the treadmill, so I jump on and put on my headphones. The first thing I hear is my first single, and I realized that I grabbed Kylie's CD player. Kylie loves to listen to my songs, and my therapist told me that she likes to hear my voice when I am gone on promotional tours and such.
Quickly I turned it off, not wanting to hear the naive stuff that my fan base demands from me. I just want to seperate myself from that person that everybody thought I was not too long ago, which is why I quickly agreed to dye my hair, and date Adam.
I keep running on the treadmill, my heart pounding faster and faster. Sweat is gathering on my forehead, but I still can't stop. Lately the pressure has been on me to lose more weight, and Mike fears that I might lose some of my male fans if I gain any more weight. This has been unusually hard lately, as I have had the strangest cravings.
I am lost in my own little world until my cell phone rings, and I burst out of my trance. I quickly flip it open to discover that it is Mike.
"Hilary! Guess what?"
"What?" I groggily answered. Probably another appearence that I would be required to make.
"Daniel Johnson."
"Who?"
"He agreed to direct your show."
Instantly I cheered up. This show was hopefully going to transform me into a serious actress type. I was inspired with this idea when I saw what the Newlyweds show did for Jessica Simpson.
"That's great!"
"Yeah I know. We are going to meet with him at your townhouse today at four to discuss our visions, and hopefully we may start filming soon. Ciao!"
The phone clicked off and I put the phone back in my bag. Suddenly, a nauseous feeling overcame me, and I rushed to the bathroom. I emerged from the stall after throwing up, but still feeling like crud.
I looked in the mirror at myself. I looked absolutely horrible, with dark circles underneath my eyes, and I looked rather tired and pale.
All I wanted to do was go back to sleep, but I was scheduled to have lunch with Adam.
-----
Adam and I met at a sidewalk cafe, of course, we sat outside so everyone could see us together.
He spent most of the time talking on his cell phone, while I read a book.
Adam ended his conversation and flashed that famous Mercer smile at me.
"So, Hilary. How have you been doing lately?" he asked. Even though we really had no chemistry, it still was hard to resist his charm.
"We got a director for my show."
"Really?" he asked, seeming more interested in his salad.
"Yes," I replied, scooting my chair a little closer to him. I was too beginning to learn some of the publicity stunts that were pulled. "Adam, I'm going to have to leave now," I whispered in his ear. "See you later."
He smiled, and blew me a kiss. We did have our moments, few and far between.
I quickly returned back to my townhouse for some much needed rest, and I completely forgot about my appointment.
Mike came to my bedroom later, and seeing that I was currently incapacitated, called Daniel and told him that we would be having a dinner meeting at eight.
He woke me up though, and right when I got up, I had that same urge to throw up whatever was in my stomach. This had been going on for quite some time, and I thought that it had been a bug or something. But now I was questioning if it was something bigger than that.
Oh
My
Gosh.
Why couldn't I see it for the second time? Cravings, weight gains, sickness, constant exhaustion...the list went on and on.
No...I couldn't be. Adam and I never...oh no.
There was that party two weeks before, and he and I had a little too much to drink. Or a lot too much to drink. Anyways, the next morning we woke up in a apartment on the next floor, without any recollection of the night before.
I took a test to confirm what I was trying to deny.
After seeing the results, I pulled on my robe and went downstairs where Mike was sitting at my kitchen table doing paperwork.
"Mike...we need to talk. And Adam needs to be here too."
"You two aren't going to break up or something?"
"No...just call him."
A phone call and a few moments later, a nervous looking Adam showed up. He was probably told to prepare for the worst, and he was probably dreading us not being a couple, because it was helping his career as well. Our relationship made him seem more sensitive each day.
"So...what's up?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.
"Remember that party that we went to, and we both had too much to drink, and we woke up in that stranger's bed?"
"No," he replied, looking at Mike's shocked face. "Yes. But we didn't.."
"Yes we did, Adam. We woke up with no knowledge of the previous night, and we were in a stranger's bed...and I'm pregnant."
The room was quiet for a second, and Mike's mouth dropped down to the floor in shock. Suddenly, a sly smile escaped his lips.
"This is what we've been looking for!"
Adam and I were both very confused.
"I need to call People, or US magazine, and we can formally announce your engagement."
Engagement?
"And then, in a couple of months, we will announce that you two are having a child."
I raised my eyebrows in shock.
"This could work out for the better. What more signifies adulthood than marriage?" he asked hypothetically. "I'm going to order a pizza for our meeting."
As he walked off to the kitchen, Adam looked up at me.
"Well, he took this a lot better than I would of thought he would," he said in that charming accent of his. "I guess we are getting married now."
"I guess."
Mike walked back into the room.
"Now lets do this nice and proper. Ask her."
Adam looked at me and half-smiled as he bent down on his knees.
"Hilary Duff, would you like to marry me?"
"Sure," I replied.
"I don't have a ring or anything," he said, fishing around in his pocket, "so I will tie this string around your finger."
"Great, now we are good and engaged, so let's get ourselves ready for our dinner meeting."
I went upstairs, and tried to fix my rather ragged appearance. I took a quick shower, and pulled my hair into a sleek bun. I used some concealer and a quick swipe of lip gloss, and I actually looked pretty good in my sleeveless black dress.
It was only seven, so I got a glass of water and sat at my kitchen table. The doorbell rang but I did not rush to get, instead Daniel Johnson and his assistant were greeted by Adam and Mike, who were sitting casually in the living room.
"Hello, Mr. Johnson. I'm Mike, and this is Adam Mercer."
"Oh, aren't you and Hilary dating?"
"Actually she just agreed to marry me. You two are the first to find out."
"Congratultions!"
As I heard the flurry of voices in the living room, something about this Daniel Johnson's voice was unmistakable. I ran to the living room, still holding my glass of water and stopped dead in my tracks.
There he was in my living room. He still had his same curly locks, but he had changed a little. He had grown a little, and filled out a little. Gordo was not the scrawny little kid he used to be. He was wearing faded jeans, an old 80's rock band concert shirt, and ratty old converse tennis shoes.
I dropped my glass on the floor.
"Ahhh, and here she is now," his assistant said, and Gordo turned around to face me. His eyes widened as he saw me.
"Lizzie?!"
I gulped, and exclaimed, "Gordo?!"
Everyone else in the room looked at each other with looks of confusion.
"You two know each other?" Adam asked, breaking the silence.
"I can't work with him," I said, running up to my bedroom. As I started up the stairs, I began to cry.
I heard whispers from downstairs.
"This should be interesting," Gordo said.
The understatement of the year.
I pack all of my stuff to work out into a bag, and grab a quick breakfast before running out the door. Kylie is spending a day with Miranda and Kate, once again, and I am due for some much needed time at the gym.
Nobody is on the treadmill, so I jump on and put on my headphones. The first thing I hear is my first single, and I realized that I grabbed Kylie's CD player. Kylie loves to listen to my songs, and my therapist told me that she likes to hear my voice when I am gone on promotional tours and such.
Quickly I turned it off, not wanting to hear the naive stuff that my fan base demands from me. I just want to seperate myself from that person that everybody thought I was not too long ago, which is why I quickly agreed to dye my hair, and date Adam.
I keep running on the treadmill, my heart pounding faster and faster. Sweat is gathering on my forehead, but I still can't stop. Lately the pressure has been on me to lose more weight, and Mike fears that I might lose some of my male fans if I gain any more weight. This has been unusually hard lately, as I have had the strangest cravings.
I am lost in my own little world until my cell phone rings, and I burst out of my trance. I quickly flip it open to discover that it is Mike.
"Hilary! Guess what?"
"What?" I groggily answered. Probably another appearence that I would be required to make.
"Daniel Johnson."
"Who?"
"He agreed to direct your show."
Instantly I cheered up. This show was hopefully going to transform me into a serious actress type. I was inspired with this idea when I saw what the Newlyweds show did for Jessica Simpson.
"That's great!"
"Yeah I know. We are going to meet with him at your townhouse today at four to discuss our visions, and hopefully we may start filming soon. Ciao!"
The phone clicked off and I put the phone back in my bag. Suddenly, a nauseous feeling overcame me, and I rushed to the bathroom. I emerged from the stall after throwing up, but still feeling like crud.
I looked in the mirror at myself. I looked absolutely horrible, with dark circles underneath my eyes, and I looked rather tired and pale.
All I wanted to do was go back to sleep, but I was scheduled to have lunch with Adam.
-----
Adam and I met at a sidewalk cafe, of course, we sat outside so everyone could see us together.
He spent most of the time talking on his cell phone, while I read a book.
Adam ended his conversation and flashed that famous Mercer smile at me.
"So, Hilary. How have you been doing lately?" he asked. Even though we really had no chemistry, it still was hard to resist his charm.
"We got a director for my show."
"Really?" he asked, seeming more interested in his salad.
"Yes," I replied, scooting my chair a little closer to him. I was too beginning to learn some of the publicity stunts that were pulled. "Adam, I'm going to have to leave now," I whispered in his ear. "See you later."
He smiled, and blew me a kiss. We did have our moments, few and far between.
I quickly returned back to my townhouse for some much needed rest, and I completely forgot about my appointment.
Mike came to my bedroom later, and seeing that I was currently incapacitated, called Daniel and told him that we would be having a dinner meeting at eight.
He woke me up though, and right when I got up, I had that same urge to throw up whatever was in my stomach. This had been going on for quite some time, and I thought that it had been a bug or something. But now I was questioning if it was something bigger than that.
Oh
My
Gosh.
Why couldn't I see it for the second time? Cravings, weight gains, sickness, constant exhaustion...the list went on and on.
No...I couldn't be. Adam and I never...oh no.
There was that party two weeks before, and he and I had a little too much to drink. Or a lot too much to drink. Anyways, the next morning we woke up in a apartment on the next floor, without any recollection of the night before.
I took a test to confirm what I was trying to deny.
After seeing the results, I pulled on my robe and went downstairs where Mike was sitting at my kitchen table doing paperwork.
"Mike...we need to talk. And Adam needs to be here too."
"You two aren't going to break up or something?"
"No...just call him."
A phone call and a few moments later, a nervous looking Adam showed up. He was probably told to prepare for the worst, and he was probably dreading us not being a couple, because it was helping his career as well. Our relationship made him seem more sensitive each day.
"So...what's up?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.
"Remember that party that we went to, and we both had too much to drink, and we woke up in that stranger's bed?"
"No," he replied, looking at Mike's shocked face. "Yes. But we didn't.."
"Yes we did, Adam. We woke up with no knowledge of the previous night, and we were in a stranger's bed...and I'm pregnant."
The room was quiet for a second, and Mike's mouth dropped down to the floor in shock. Suddenly, a sly smile escaped his lips.
"This is what we've been looking for!"
Adam and I were both very confused.
"I need to call People, or US magazine, and we can formally announce your engagement."
Engagement?
"And then, in a couple of months, we will announce that you two are having a child."
I raised my eyebrows in shock.
"This could work out for the better. What more signifies adulthood than marriage?" he asked hypothetically. "I'm going to order a pizza for our meeting."
As he walked off to the kitchen, Adam looked up at me.
"Well, he took this a lot better than I would of thought he would," he said in that charming accent of his. "I guess we are getting married now."
"I guess."
Mike walked back into the room.
"Now lets do this nice and proper. Ask her."
Adam looked at me and half-smiled as he bent down on his knees.
"Hilary Duff, would you like to marry me?"
"Sure," I replied.
"I don't have a ring or anything," he said, fishing around in his pocket, "so I will tie this string around your finger."
"Great, now we are good and engaged, so let's get ourselves ready for our dinner meeting."
I went upstairs, and tried to fix my rather ragged appearance. I took a quick shower, and pulled my hair into a sleek bun. I used some concealer and a quick swipe of lip gloss, and I actually looked pretty good in my sleeveless black dress.
It was only seven, so I got a glass of water and sat at my kitchen table. The doorbell rang but I did not rush to get, instead Daniel Johnson and his assistant were greeted by Adam and Mike, who were sitting casually in the living room.
"Hello, Mr. Johnson. I'm Mike, and this is Adam Mercer."
"Oh, aren't you and Hilary dating?"
"Actually she just agreed to marry me. You two are the first to find out."
"Congratultions!"
As I heard the flurry of voices in the living room, something about this Daniel Johnson's voice was unmistakable. I ran to the living room, still holding my glass of water and stopped dead in my tracks.
There he was in my living room. He still had his same curly locks, but he had changed a little. He had grown a little, and filled out a little. Gordo was not the scrawny little kid he used to be. He was wearing faded jeans, an old 80's rock band concert shirt, and ratty old converse tennis shoes.
I dropped my glass on the floor.
"Ahhh, and here she is now," his assistant said, and Gordo turned around to face me. His eyes widened as he saw me.
"Lizzie?!"
I gulped, and exclaimed, "Gordo?!"
Everyone else in the room looked at each other with looks of confusion.
"You two know each other?" Adam asked, breaking the silence.
"I can't work with him," I said, running up to my bedroom. As I started up the stairs, I began to cry.
I heard whispers from downstairs.
"This should be interesting," Gordo said.
The understatement of the year.