"Man this is annoying." I muttered, slumped lazily in the corner of the seat at the table within the trailer, or bus, I am forced to call home for the next two months. Yea more then a few months had gone by, and the tour was nearly over, and the Cheetah Girls were supposed to be having their last day of their tour tomorrow. But what was annoying, was having one of those annoying plastic splints on my supposedly healed broken arm, the fingers just fine if only getting a little stiff from time to time. Not only that, but there was a cast still on my leg, a walking cast yea, but the fact that it was there was annoying. Still, I can sorta deal with it seeing as how it means I am getting better. I was always a fast healer after all.
"No, she's annoying. I don't get how you deal with her voice all day." Cookie said, she had her back to the window and was hugging her legs as she glared at Brittany who was talking very loudly on the phone as she sat on the couch facing the door. Serena and Brandie were at the front of the bus, listening to their iPod's as they flipped through fashion magazines. Looking to Adeline, I let out a small laugh "I know that she's annoying. I have to live with her. And she was part of what I was talking about. And trust me on this, she's only half as annoying when you three are around." I said, and then laughed aloud as her eyes went real wide and her jaw dropped. Of course she has to go and talk aloud to counter-act my laugh. "You mean that she gets worse?"
"Shh." I said, half lunging across the table to cover her mouth. I look over and smile a cheesy smile at Brittany who waves and then turns all of her attention back to whoever she's talking too, on my new cell. Slowly I let go of Cookie's mouth, and sit myself back down across from her with my leg still up. "Yes, she gets worse. But I have to put up with it until she decides to lose interest in me. Which I doubt will happen considering how much money that we've been making." I said, waving a hand at how Brittany was dressed. I myself still only ever wore jeans and tees, sure I'll buy a pair of pants and a shirt I like from time to time, but its different, it's in my style. Brittany however went another way. She took my money, and she went shopping for some of the most expensive clothes out there. The girl knew how to shop, I'll give her that. From those really girly skirts, to incredibly tight pants, and those real tight form fitting tops. I never got such a good look at another girl's body as I did when they were naked. She was being a tease, we all knew it. The real problem was that she had me thinking of Dorinda.
I shook my head, getting rid of the image of a smiling Dorinda that was stripping. It was not a time to be thinking about that sort of thing. Especially when I couldn't get myself any, my friends were around and I wasn't going to kick them out just for that. Besides, she was on the phone and would be for another few hours. I licked my lips, and then sighed as I picked up my glass of water. "Maybe I should change my funds to a different account, keep the money away from her so she leaves. I'm sure that I have more then paid her back enough money and time for supposedly forcing her to drink and have sex with me." I said as I raised my bottle up and then took a nice long drink. My words were enough that I got a smile and a snicker out of Adeline as she released her legs to let them stretch out across the remainder of the bench. This month promises to be a long an eventful very eventful month.
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"You look great. Better then anyone else who's going to be there. Now, can we go?" I asked, half leaning on the crutch I was using to help me walk. Brittany was standing before me in a great little black dress and matching black heels. I don't know what kind they were or anything, as girl fashion never was and never will be my thing. This was probably why I had baggy and fitting jeans on my legs and covering my cast, a long sleeved plain white shirt with an open nice black tux jacket over top of that with a fake white rose attached to the lapel. I'd even gone so far as to comb my hair, before letting it fall into a tidy mess. Dorinda… I shook my head "You're hair look's great, up in that half twist thing. And the make-up, you can really see how beautiful your eyes are." I said, hoping that maybe if I complimented her, we'd be getting out of this stuffy trailer and on to the… What was it we'd been invited to again? A movie premier? No, that wasn't it. Brittany was dressed for attention, something you can't get in the dark theatre once off the carpet, and the after parties are never as cool because of the crowds. Nope, it had to be something else. She moved easily in the dress, and thinking on it now, it was a new club that was just opening up and wanted some publicity. All of Sugar Rush was going, as were all of the Cheetah Girl's. I'd have a Dorinda look-a-like on my arm, and Dorinda would be on the arm of some guy that probably wasn't ever going to realize how good he had it with her, if he was even with her.
"Okay, okay. I'll agree with you at last, I do look great." She grabbed her matching little black purse, and started out the door ahead of me. I was apparently too slow on the stairs these day's. I of course, just had to keep telling myself, one more month. I was already in the process of transferring my funds so she wouldn't be able to get her hands on any of it. She'd be gone soon enough.
***
"Dorinda! Dorinda! Who is that you're wearing!?" Brittany was asked for the fifth time by another person of the tabloids. I rolled my eyes and ran a hand through my hair once again. I had messed it up back to what it had been before I ran a brush through it. I hope someone got a good picture when I was coming out of the limo because I doubted they'd ever see that again. "She isn't Dorinda!" I had to shout for all of them to hear, once again. They were always so loud it was hard to be heard sometimes. "Why would she be Dorinda!? She'd be with the other Cheetah girls if she was! And she isn't! Her name's Brittany and she's my date!" I shouted, before it fell absolutely silent at the loud whack that sounded. The flashing of cameras had never stopped, but it certainly was quiet. Blinking a few times, I realized that I had been slapped. "What!? What did I say!?" I asked, raising my free hand up to start gently rubbing the side of my face. "Date!! I am not just your date!! I was your girlfriend!!"
"Was?" I questioned before my other cheek got a slap. I still didn't say anything to her slapping or for the stinging pain that now came from both cheeks. "Yes was, we're through!! And I'm keeping the dress!" She screamed at me, before turning to storm off up ahead of me. She walked right into Adeline who was standing not too far from Serena as they talked to a few of the tabloids. I watched as she even shoved past Brandie. Shrugging, I turned back to the tabloids with their many flashing cameras and bright lights as I smiled my crooked confident smile "I guess tonight isn't going to be as fun as I thought it was going to be." I said, earning some laughs before turning to start back up the carpet. I was able to stop now and again before I reached the doors, talking to those behind the velvet rope for small interviews or questions. Heck, I'd even signed some autographs.
***
"I'm sorry, I'll have to decline. I can't exactly dance with a cast on." I told a rather nice looking brown haired girl. She smiled a sad smile and nodded before walking away. "Geez, I thought that I was the one supposed to have the luck. No one's even asked me to dance yet." Lucky said, sliding into the seat at the small table across from me. I laughed "You do have all the luck, Brandie. I just got the pity factor going for me." I told her, and then motioned behind her. "Go ask him. He's been staring at you since you approached." I said, and then grinned as she got up to go over. I watched as he stood and bowed to her before they linked hands and moved to go down to the dance floor. I watched her for a minute, before looking over at Brittany. She had guys all around her, and a few girls. She was dancing with each of them too. She looked up at me, and locked eyes before smirking at me and pulling a guy close to her for a kiss. Sneering, I looked away from her and then nearly jumped when I saw that Dorinda was right there.
"Hey, sorry to surprise you." She said, smiling a shy smile at me. "Uh, it's alright, I just wasn't expecting anyone to be over here." I said, pausing to lift my glass of… Well, it wasn't liquor but it was good. I took a sip as she asked "May I sit down?" I took the glass away from my lips and nodded as I motioned for her to take the seat opposite of me. I smiled as she sat down, she looked even more beautiful then I had thought that she would. She wasn't wearing black to make her beautiful blonde hair stand out, nope, she was wearing blue. Her hair was down, and other then a hand-held purse that went with her dress, she had on these heals that were strap like.
"Thanks." She said, and then ordered a drink from a passing waitress. She was lucky; she was allowed to drink here, even if she wasn't. I shook my head, and smiled at her as I asked "Why is it that you aren't out there dancing on the dance floor with everyone else?" She looked to the dance floor, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her just yet. "I'm sure that you could show them all a thing or two." I earned a small laugh out of her as she turned her attention back to me. "Probably, but there's no point in dancing without a good dance partner." She said, looking up to thank the waitress that gave her, her drink. "I saw plenty of guys out there asking you, and a few girls. Why didn't you just say yes to them, they all seem like great dancer's." I said, now looking away from her to look down at the dance floor, and the many that had asked her to dance. I actually liked this club; drinks and food were served on an upper level while the dance floor was bellow, slightly underground. There was even a stage down there, where the DJ had set up and was scratching out some sweet tunes.
"How do you know who's asked me to dance?" she asked, and I smirked as I continued to look away from her. "Been watching me, have you?" she asked teasingly, and I slowly looked to her as my smirk turned into my crooked confident smile. "Maybe. You are beautiful, and it's hard not too." I said, watching her blush a dark blush. "Thank you. You look…" She trailed off, and I tilted me head as I leaned casually back in my chair. "Like a mess? Come on Do, you know as well as I do, that I don't look half as good as I could." I said, mostly just teasing. I would have probably dressed the same if I didn't have the cast on. She shook her head at me, and I raised my eyebrows at her. "No, you look pretty good. You pull off the casual, classy sort of mix well. Though, your hair would look better if it wasn't a mess."
"Hey, it was combed when I arrived. You know the tabloids." I said back instantly, grinning at her as I leaned forward again. "A constant hand going through your hair will make it a mess." She said, smiling as she too, leaned forward. "Oh, so you've been watching me too, have you?"
"Only tonight." I laughed, and she grinned. "You should be dancing." I said again, leaning off of the table as I grabbed my drink to finish it off. "Dance with me then." She said, making me gag and nearly choke on my drink. I sputtered into the glass, setting it down as I wiped my chin and mouth with a napkin. I looked at her, and she was looking back at me with a completely serious look. I was quiet, just looking back at her for a long time before at last I sighed and leaned back shaking my head. "I can't do that. Sorry."
"If you don't dance with me, I am going to sit right here with you. I won't dance at all tonight if you don't dance at least once with me." She told me, still looking, and now sounding completely serious. I gawked at her, and mockingly glared before moving to get up. "Fine. We'll dance. But if anyone asks, I'm telling them that you bribed me." I said, slowly standing up. I made a grab for my crutch, but she was there instead, hooking her arm in mine. "Fine by me." She said with a large smile. "Good." I said, before reaching back and grabbing the crutch. "I don't need someone stealing this and selling it." I told her with a smile before we began to walk slowly towards the stairs. It felt great to actually have Dorinda on my arm; better then I had ever thought that it would be.
We were going out onto the dance floor as Lucky and the guy, who looked rather hot, if I might say so, were stepping off. "Wow! You got her to come out here!" she said, stopping us and talking to Dorinda. I rolled my eyes, and some how managed to shake his hand as we introduced ourselves. He had a name to go with his looks, Greek, if I was correct. "It's nice to meet you Adonis." I said, before giving Dorinda's arm a tug. "Are we going to dance before my leg fall's asleep?"
"Yes." She said, holding tight to my arm. "Great. Hey, Brandie, would you mind looking after this for me?" I asked, handing her my crutch before walking with Dorinda out onto the dance floor. "Yea, I'll sell it!" she teasingly called to me. I simply ignored her, hobbling past Brittany and her group before holding Dorinda close to me as the song turned slow. "Thank you Devan, for dancing with me." She said as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I wasn't about to let you miss out on dancing. I know that it's something you love." I told her, smiling as I looked into her eyes. I wasn't too sure it was a smart thing to do; because she was looking right back and I found that the space between our faces seemed to be vanishing quickly.