Risky Business

"Absolutely no one knows me better…

There you go making my heart beat again,

There you go making me feel like a kid…

I'm stuck on you"

-19-

December 31, 2014 –January 1, 2015

I would just like to take time out of my day to talk about the subject of Katy Perry. She intrigues me, just sayin'.

I mean…who would think that a preacher's daughter would come out with the song, "I Kissed a Girl"? Ha! Get it? Come out? Kissed a girl? Brilliant, I say. Anyway, why would said preacher kid go on to marry the most disgusting human being on the face of the planet whose name isn't even worth mentioning? Of course, three months later he would really come out, giving the media a field day, and Perry would go on to elope with Bieber and stay married to him for three months until she decided to go back to her old church ways after getting another divorce.

That's a mouthful.

But how does it have to relate to Chad (my boyfriend) and me (girlfriend of Chad Dylan Cooper)? It doesn't. Not really.

But when your boyfriend is prancing around your living room in his tux for the New Years Eve party, singing "California men are irresistible," at the top of his lungs, it kind of makes you think about the regular singer.

Truth be told, as much as I've despised Perry in the past, I was beginning to appreciate her and her scratchy-obnoxious voice.

Let me take you back to five minutes ago. Five minutes ago, everything was normal. Kind of. I was a bundle of nerves as I curled the last of my hair, put on the diamond earrings that Chad had given me for Christmas, smoothed down my curve-hugging red dress, and hobbled over to answer the door for Chad (I was finally out of the wheelchair, praise God). Chad proceeded to throw the daisies that he had bought me onto my counter so he could swoop me up in his arms and give me a breathtaking kiss. Then, I announced to him that I had to go find my heels. I left him in the family room, so I could head to my bedroom. When I came back, my boyfriend was singing Katy at the top of his lungs, and swinging his hips around like he was trying to imitate Elvis.

Here's the thing…if he was trying to be like Elvis, I wouldn't have minded at all. But here he was, singing a girl's song, and changing all of the lyrics to fit a man.

Then came the part of Snoop Dog. Dear lord.

"I'm a freak, I drive a Lamborghini, I…like Sonny when she's high…'cause she's my Sonbeam, all that ass, hangin' out…" Chad bit his lip, his face turning the same shade of red as my dress, and he stopped moving. Ah. I guess he figured out that he needed to stop.

Good for him.

I crossed my arms, tapped my now painfully heeled-foot, and looked at him waiting for an explanation.

He shrugged.

"Do you really like my ass hanging out, Chad?" If possible, his cheeks took on a deeper shade of red as he first began to nod, then shook his head so quickly that he nearly tripped out of dizziness. I bit back a laugh.

"Then why in the world would you choose to sing the most annoying song ever written?" It is. Seriously. I hate it. California gurls suck. A normal California girl on the other hand is just fine with me. I.e. Tawni. Well…she's a bad example, but still.

"It was playing in Radio Shack, and got stuck in my head." He looked guilty, and I knew that I had to let it slide.

Katy's songs are annoying like that.

Ooo000ooO

It was awkward.

I'm an actress. I'm good at faking. When I was best friends with Chad (and I still am), it was not a problem. I could go about life naturally. When I was supposedly fake dating Chad, I was acting, and I was great at it. Then, when I fell for Chad, things got a little harder, my heart was a little more broken, but I still had my acting experience to help me through.

But then Chad told me that he loved me, and I of course loved him, and here we were, walking around Joe and Natti's New Year's Eve party together, trying to be natural. Without lies.

It was extremely weird.

Looking at Chad's and my intertwined hands, I accidentally tripped over nothing, and Chad let go of my hand to wrap his arms around me, and then proceeded to laugh and place a kiss on my forehead.

I frowned, knowing that I should've been delighted with it – but it just felt awkward.

Chad wrapped his arm around my shoulders and began leading me towards the drink table.

Not before Shae Jonas caught sight of me though. I gulped as her eyes locked on mine. She promptly turned to her husband who was already busy talking with Garbo (side note: the yummiest man alive…even over Chad), smiled at him, and motioned towards me. The happily married man waved in my direction, kissed his wife, and she started in my direction.

I turned a way to focus on Chad, and getting a drink. Chad was going for the chocolate milk set out for the kids (side note: Chad still things he's one), and I scanned the table for something a little more disgusting. I need alcohol. Badly.

"Hi Sonny," Shae's green eyes danced from me, to the man-kid blowing bubbles in his chocolate milk. "Chad."

Chad lifted one of his hands in the air, spit the straw out long enough to kiss me, and then headed off in the opposite direction to talk to Kevin. I looked after him, narrowing my eyes, shooting invisible darts into his back.

Unfortunately, he didn't collapse into a pile of agony.

Or maybe that's fortunately. He does kiss me like he means it, after all.

"Sonny." Shae's smooth voice brought me back to her. She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, and tapped her black-booted foot impatiently. For the second time, I gulped.

"Shae."

"You're really with him now, aren't you?" I blinked, and felt heat sweep across my cheeks. How the heck did she know?

"Uh-mmm."

"Please don't break his heart." She motioned towards her husband. "If you do, you'll be missing out on something really…worthwhile."

To gain the ability to threaten others with my all-knowingness? No thanks, Shae. I don't really want to be like you.

I bit my tongue.

"Why would I hurt Chad?" Keeping my gaze on Shae, I let my hand flop around on the drink table until it found a can of soda. Instead, it landed on a small cup of punch, soaking my hand completely. Lovely. Shae didn't flinch.

"You wouldn't do it on purpose, Sonny." She sighed. "I can tell that you love him. I know that he's your best friend. But just…be careful. You're in the beginning of your relationship now, and it's mandatory that you, in your situation, don't keep secrets from one another. Because secrets are what kill."

With that, Shae placed a napkin over my dripping hand, and walked away.

Why would she tell me that?

How was it any of her business?

And why in the world had I not thought of a reason to drop the movie deal with Mara?

After standing there for a few seconds longer, I clenched my fists, and went to find Chad. I found him sitting on a chair on Natti and Joe's Christmas-light-covered back porch, bouncing a little toddler that I didn't recognize on his knee. The baby was dressed in pink, covered with red curls, had big blue eyes, dimples, and let out a melodious laugh when Chad tickled her sides.

Seeing him there, in that second, my heart swelled. And in that second, I knew that I'd make every possible sacrifice for him…even if that meant ruining my career.

So that, one day, that would be him with our baby.

Lyrics: Nettles; J – Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland

A/N: Short and sweet. And ahhhh, to be the all-knowing wife of Nick J…I'd like that job. But seriously, I would love to know what you think!

On a side note (which none of you have to pay attention to), I was in line at Starbucks today behind 3 British girls. Cutest. Accents. Ever. I'm totally jealous. I'm from Florida…so I have a really, really southern accent (which is no accent at all). Anywho, I also highly recommend the caramel brulee latte, because it is completely delicious.

As you can see, I'm full of delightfully interesting things today.

But, most importantly, have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING! And if you don't celebrate it…rejoice in the fact that you have a really cute accent.

-Aly