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7. Fighting Over Evers
My album was selling fast! I can't believe it! Mr. Jameson said that he won't be surprised if I reached platinum in two weeks. But Caleb and I privately agreed that that was too downright impossible.
Boy, was I surprised when Caleb and I were walking down a street in London.
"Isn't that—? Oh, my God, It's Nessie Cullen!" one girl shrieked. Her friends shrieked with her and suddenly they were all barging towards me.
All of them began talking at once.
"I love your voice!"
"I love your songs?"
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Can we take a picture?"
"Thanks, wow," I stammered. "Picture? Okay, sure."
One of the girls took out her camera phone and each one of them took a picture of me and then we asked Caleb to do a group shot.
"You don't happen to have a pen on you, Cale, do you?" I asked. He handed me a marker.
I signed the girls' notebooks and some of them had their albums, so I signed them too.
"Thank you!" one of them gushed.
"You're fantastic!" another said.
"Wow, you're welcome," I replied with a big smile.
"Bye!" the girls went off with much squealing.
"Whoa," I breathed.
"We should have bodyguards," caleb said thoughtfully. "I'd say about . . . four . . ."
"What? Bodyguards? Four?" I blubbered incredulously.
"Well, we can't have more of those, can we?"
I'd never thought I'd need bodyguards. My family never let any harm come to me.
Then again, they weren't here.
My mobile rang.
"Hello?"
"How's my star?"
"Jake!" I squealed. I'd forgotten to call him. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I was just so busy and the rerlease was driving me crazy and–"
"Nessie, it's cool."
"I'm so sorry!"
"I understand."
"I've got so much to tell you!"
"Do your worst."
"On the release day, I sold three thousand copies! And, and just now, a group of girls just came up to me and asked for my autograph! It's so crazy!"
"Who wouldn't be crazy over you?" Jake said. "I mean, I already am, even before you turned into a huge star. And you put together a great album."
"Huh? I thought it hasn't been released internationally?"
"Bella sent me a copy. Besides, they say so in BBC and Bloomberg. You're all over the news."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm running out of people to brag to about you."
"Good thing Mom did," I said. "I'll send more over for everyone in La Push."
"Great," he replied. "Hey, you'll be shooting a music video anytime soon?"
"Don't let me catch you with another guy, okay?" he teased.
"Jake," I moaned. "Very mature."
"Just kidding," he replied with a laugh. "It's part of the job anyway. If I'm your fiancee, I better be able to live with that."
"Would you please not use the word?"
"What, fiancée?"
"Jake!"
"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Hey, who knows, you might get in a vid with Caleb James. He's British, right?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you another thing," I said. "Caleb's family owns the company I'm working for."
"I bet you squealed when you saw him."
"Major understatement," I replied. "I almost fainted. But hey, he's a really great guy. He's standing beside me right now."
"Oh," the smile in his voice turned upside down.
"Jake, come on," I moaned "he's just really, really great friend. Don't believe what celebrity gossip has to say. I love you, you know that, right?"
"Of course I do."
"Just to make sure you do," I said. "I love you, Jacob Black, forever and ever and ever! Okay?"
"I love you that much back," he replied. "With one extra ever."
I laughed.
"I miss you."
"You, too."
"I love you."
"I love you forever and ever and ever and ever," he said.
"Isn't Caleb barfing already? I'm getting the idea that we're becoming too cheesy."
I laughed again.
"Don't care. Bye. Love you." I blew him a kiss.
"Caught it. Bye."
We hung up on each other.
"Wow," Caleb exclaimed. "You two are worse than Mum and Dad."
"Shut up," I said with a smile, slapping his arm playfully.
Well, that's it. I'll try coming back next week. :)