I'm here! So first sorry for not updating, I'm an ass but hopefully I'll do more updates.
Eddie
Abbey is crazy. She seriously called Nina fat then asked if she was pregnant. Someone needs to put a filter on that kid. I blame Patricia. Anyway the filming went on and on until about 7. It was special that we got out early but we have so many things to do tonight. Everyone had to get ready. Interviews. No one has caught on that Abbey is mine really.
Patricia and Abbey are getting ready in my hotel room. Abbey came into the livig room wearing jeans, a tank top, leather jacket, converse and a backpack?
"What's in the backpack?" I asked.
"Nothing," She said.
"What's in the backpack?" I repeated.
"Nothing, father," She said smirking a little.
"If your mother ask say I tried to stop you," I said.
"Okay," She said.
Patricia came from the bathroom. She looked wow. She wore a royal blue blouse, leather skirt, boots and her hair was even straighter.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Patricia said smiling. I kissed her.
"You two are nasty. Child over here," Abbey said. "I mean seriously."
"You act mature, Abbey. Flirting won't hurt," I said.
"Because then how are you going to talk to your boyfriend?" Patricia said jokingly.
"Why do I have to have the hipster, artist parents?" Abbey grumbled opening the hotel door.
Abbey
Mom and Eddie are so weird. I still refuse to call him dad. I hit the elevator down button. Mom and Eddie got in with me. We stepped in the lobby and went to the car. By the car I mean Eddie's car. His gas sucker, the hummer.
"Stop looking at my car like that," Eddie said. "It's not that bad."
"You're murdering our environment," I said.
"And your wearing a cow, it's even," He said. I scowled and got in the back of the environment polluter.
"It's not that bad, Abbey-Dawn," Mom said.
"You're turnin into him!" I exclaimed.
"Drama queen," She said.
"I'm too young to be a queen," I said.
"Fine, then princess," She said.
"I'm far from a princess," I said.
"You two are stubborn," Eddie said.
"I learn from the best," I said.
"Anyway when we get to the interview you can't let them know I'm your dad," Eddie said.
"Ashamed, Edison?" I asked.
"No and stop calling me by my name. I just worry about the press," Eddie said.
"Don't be scared," I teased. He shook his head and parked. He put on his sunglasses.
"It's dark, idiot!" Mom exclaimed.
"Let's just go," Eddie scoffed. Interview time.