Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don't own Bridget Jones. Camille, Grace, Pamela, Will, and Alex are completely false and made-up by ME. And Grace's stuffy parents too, unfortunately.

Friday, January 22

Bathroom of another fancy place 8:45 PM

Well. That was interesting.

Grace's parents had a party and invited everyone this side of the Hemisphere. We went because Dad is a very good lawyer and Mum has her show, Will's parents went because they work for the Queen, and Grace's family went because... they're throwing the damn party in the first place and they're filthy stinking rich.

I barely get in the door and Will is all over me. To tell you the truth, I really don't feel like talking to him. After an hour, every person in the place is a little drunk (except for Mum; Grandma tried to get her into rehab because when Mum was sixteen, she got drunk at the infamous Christmas party and accidentally got sick all over the cheap cavier Grandma bought. So Mum tries NOT to get drunk.) I have been stealing numerous glasses of champange from the busboys or whatever they're called. So, naturally, after a while, I excuse myself to go to the loo. But instead I accidentally walk into a room where GRACE AND ALEX ARE MAKING OUT.

"OH MY GOD!" I slam the door shut. Through the door, I say, "I am SO sorry! I'm trying to find the loo!"

I fucked that up, didn't I?

So I hurry in here, splash some cold water on my face, when Grace bursts in.

"Cami! I am so sorry!"

"What for? He's your boyfriend... right?"

"I was going to tell you, Cam, I swear!"

I sigh, "No big deal." I notice something and point to her neck. "Is that a love bite?"

Grace slaps her hand over her neck. "NO!"

I put my hands on my hips. Grace sighs, "Yes. We were snogging for a while."

"I'd rather be snogging Alex right now," I say, shaking my head.

"Will troubles?" Grace guesses.

"Yeah. He's so fucking annoying! He will NOT leave me the fuck alone! It's so fucking annoying!"

"Well, he must be if you're saying 'fuck' every two seconds," Grace replies. She takes a deep breath and says, "Cam, you have to promise me something."

"Yeah, anything," I tell her, concerned.

"Promise that you won't get jealous of me and Alex?" she asks.

I shrug. "Why the hell would I be jealous? I'm more embarrassed than anything..." --She gives me the death stare-- "Because I walked in on you making out."

Grace exhales deeply and goes, "Phew! Cam, I thought you would be jealous because, well, neither one of us has had a man and everyone thought you were going to get a boy first. Well, you sorta did."

"Yes, but I don't see WILL as my boyfriend," I reply.

"You're just going through a rough patch is all," Grace informs me.

I sigh. "Yeah. I mean, I am surfing the crimson wave. Sorry, too much info."

Grace chuckles, "Well, when we became best friends, I knew that you were gonna tell me everything, so this is no shock." She sees me picking at my nail polish and goes, "Cami? Are you OK?"

I nod and go, "Yeah, yeah. Hormones."

Grace gives me a hug and says, "I'm glad you're so cool with this." Then she leaves.

In reality, I am NOT so cool with this. It seems like EVERYONE has a boyfriend now. I wouldn't be shocked if Dad had one. Well, actually, I would, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT! Not v. surprising that Grace and Alex got together. She's pretty and sweet and why wouldn't she like Alex? He's smart and funny and witty... and he's got that curly and shaggy brown hair that just slightly falls in his dark brown eyes... and he's got the most kick-ass CD collection of anyone I know...

OH. MY. GOD.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO! I AM NOT FALLING IN LOVE WITH ALEXANDER MICHAEL MCLEAN!

ACK! WHY DO I KNOW HIS FULL NAME!

NO! I don't like Will! I mean, Alex! I like Alex. I mean WILL.

Gr... Lemme try this again.

I am JUST FRIENDS with Alex. Will is technically my boyfriend!

Yes! There we go!

So... why did I feel horrible when I kissed Will at the dance and found out Alex was watching?

LOVE SUCKS.