Tuesday, February 3
Lunch
…this day absolutely sucks. Giselle Laurent has had her revenge for what I said to her yesterday. The bitch. I don't much feel like writing right now.
Tuesday February 3
The Limo
So apparently, even though to my knowledge I have never had sex nor have I had a boyfriend to have that sex with, I'm pregnant. That is the rumor which Giselle Laurent has successfully passed around school. I wanted George to kill her. He refused.
Mom is going to kill me even though I'm not. But what are the chances that this won't make it to the press? If I know Giselle at all she'll make sure it does.
Damn her!!
We just reached the palace. Guess I should go tell Mom.
Tuesday, February 3
Garden
Mom, Dad, and Jack's parents (Mr. and Mrs. Moynahan) are holding a press conference before the whole stupid pregnancy story can hit. Jack, Colin, and I are all sitting here in the garden.
Well, actually, I fled into the garden because I wanted air and some privacy to write and those two followed me. I don't know why but Jack doesn't seem very comfortable with me today. And it's probably not helping that Colin keeps glaring at him.
Uh oh.
"Okay, what the hell is your problem?"
Jack apparently got sick of the glares.
"You! You're causing my sister a lot of problems she wouldn't otherwise have. Plus you're probably using her to either get to our father, the notorious "Rock God" OR you're using her because you think dating a princess would make you look cool to your American friends."
I groaned. Not because those thoughts hadn't crossed my mind when I first started hanging out with Jack (because they had. People try to use all of us all of the time) but because this was just going to get embarrassing. I could tell.
Jack's face just turned red and his eyes narrowed. Not good. Oh, we have standing too.
"Look, I didn't mean to cause your sister any problems! And it's not like I don't have any problems because of this press thing too! But I'm not going to blame Chloe for them. And as for that other stuff, I don't even like the oh so holy Rapids so there goes the first part. And as for the last, I'd rather Chloe WASN'T a princess but she is and she's a damned cool girl! No matter what role she plays for the rest of the world she's my fucking awesome friend who has amazing music tastes and who creates amazing video games on the computer with her idiotic twin brother!"
Colin confused but I'll write more later. I think it may be time to interfere…but not before I say that that was really awesome of Jack to say that. Because it was. Really really awesome.
Tuesday, February 3, After the fight
Still the garden
I got the boys to leave me alone for a bit but then Dad came out. He's gone now too so I'll write it all down so I remember.
"My brother isn't an idiot. Clueless sometimes, yeah. Antisocial, okay, I can see that one. But he's not an idiot. Just like I don't believe you're using me. Nor do I blame you for this mess. Now please can I have a few minutes alone?"
So they left (surprising, I know) and I sat there staring at plants rather vacantly as a bunch of thoughts went through my head such as:
Has my life always been a circus? If so, was I just ignoring it or what?
Why am I just the friend all the time? Because I am pretty sure I like Jack as more (which I know is a bad idea since he lives in the US and I live in Genovia) but considering what he said I guess he only likes me as a friend just like every other boy I've ever liked.
Dad came outside, looked around, spotted me, and walked over. He looked at me for a minute then sat down beside me on the stone bench I'd been occupying.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I guess. Do you think it would be all right if I punched Giselle at school tomorrow for starting the pregnancy rumor?"
Dad laughed then reached over and ruffled my hair. "No, I don't think that would be a good idea. Then you'd be pregnant AND violent."
"You're probably right…but it would be a lot of fun and give me an awful lot of satisfaction. Dad, did you ever get harassed when you were in school?"
"No, not really. I guess I got lucky…or it was just compensation for having to deal with your Aunt Lilly for all of my life. She was a terror when she was young…"
I smiled up at him as he told me a story about his sister when she was my age. No matter what he was the best dad ever…well, when he wasn't having sex with Mom.
Yeah, I'm definitely traumatized.
Tuesday February 3
My room
Mom just left a few minutes ago. She came in here about an hour ago, sat on my bed, and patted my hand. I'd been lying on the bed reading a book for my literature class at school.
"Everything okay?" I asked her when she sighed.
"Yes, I suppose. The press conference went well. Better than expected. I just wish…I wish I hadn't taken the position of princess sometimes. It would have made your life so much easier. You could have normal friendships and such."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. She looked so concerned and I could tell she totally believed what she was saying. "Mom, come on, think for a second. Your husband, my father, was a ROCK star. If you hadn't had to come back here to take on your duties then Dad wouldn't have quit the band and we would still be touring the country. Us kids would still be in the press all the time and my life wouldn't be any easier than it is now."
Mom cocked her head to the side and looked at me. Such a serious face for my mother. She reached out and touched my cheek and smiled. "Honey, when did you grow up? Have I just been too busy to notice?"
I shrugged but smiled back at her. "Seriously, Mom, none of us blame you for being in the newspapers or whatever. It'd be dumb. Sometimes we get aggravated by it and stuff but…well, it's not your fault. We all love you and Daddy."
She hugged me then. Mom can be rather sappy. I guess that's where my sister gets it from. And okay, I can be a little on the sappy side sometimes too. But I can't help it if it's a genetic thing, right?
"So do you like this Jack boy?" she asked after pulling away.
I blushed. "Mooooommmmmmmm!!"
"Uh oh, my beautiful eldest daughter has a cruusshhh," she teased with a grin.
I threw a pillow at her. "Quit it, Mom," I grumbled.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to have a crush on anybody. Especially not Jack! He's from America. It does me no good."
"A little crush never hurt anybody. And a crush could turn into the love of your life. Just look at me and your father."
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Mom, that's a completely different situation. Dad's known you since you were a CHILD. I don't have any guys in my life who are like that and not related to me. And there are certainly no boys in love with me. And I'm definitely not beautiful like you said I am. Giselle is beautiful. She's just about perfect and all the boys at school want to date her. I'm tall--all arms and legs and ribs and definitely not attractive."
Mom sighed again, a sad smile appearing on her face. "Darling, if you only knew how attractive you are. And you will grow out of the gangly youth bit. Your ribs won't show quite as much, your body will fill out. You will be more beautiful than you ever imagined. Your father and I can already tell. In fact, I do believe your father went out and purchased a shotgun yesterday just in case."
I couldn't help it. I giggled which set my mother off and we sat on my bed laughing for a few minutes. Mom then told me that she feels as if she doesn't spend enough time with me soooooo we're going to make time to watch a Lifetime movie tomorrow night (satellite TV is my mother's God). We haven't done that in awhile so it should be pretty nice. Anyway, after she decided that, she kissed me on the forehead and left.
Now I should get to bed. I have an exam in English tomorrow.