Chapter 12
I opened my eyes and winced immediately. I pulled the blankets over my eyes and I heard Ian chuckle. I groaned. He went under the covers with me and looked at me.
"Headache?" He asked.
"Majorly."
He smiled. "I'll get you some Aspirin." He kissed me sweetly and left the room.
I lay there, trying to remember the remains of the night. I was at a club that Ian dragged me to. Nina convinced me to start drinking. I danced a couple of times. Laughed a lot. The rest was still a blur.
I sighed. I hate him so much.
He knocked on the door and I winced, the covers still on my head.
"Do you have to be so loud?" I whined.
He laughed. "Sorry. Here" He pulled off the covers and I whined.
He handed me an aspirin and some water. I took the pill and looked at him.
"What all happened last night?"
He grinned and looked at my left hand. I followed his gaze. No, no, NO! There was a diamond ring on my left ring finger.
"No! No, no, no!" I yelled, ignoring my head for a moment. I jumped off of the bed. "What did you do?"
Ian chuckled.
"Why – you – I – GAH!" I slapped him.
He looked shocked for a minute, and then he laughed again. "Did you just slap me?"
"Why?" I said through my teeth.
"Relax, Jess. You didn't do anything you would regret. I didn't allow it." He grinned. "That is just an engagement ring. I put it on you while you were asleep."
"Huh? An – huh?"
Aww! That's so sweet!
I know, right?
I love him!
Me too!
Okay, you're annoying the hell out of me now.
"Helloooo?" Ian said.
I looked at him and hugged him.
He laughed. "First you slap me, now you hug me. I think you have some issues, girlie."
"Shut up." I laughed. "Ow – my head."
He pulled back and took my hand. "What you probably need is a shower, my dear."
"Yeah." I stood up and looked down at myself, then at Ian. "Must you always undress me in my sleep?"
Ian just laughed.
"You creeper." I walked into the bathroom and got the shower going. I stepped in and began to wash my hair when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yeah?" Wince.
"Nina Paul and Marcos Siega are here to rehearse the new script."
"Who's Marcos?"
"The producer thing." (He's a Real dude! Lol)
"K."
"Thanks for telling me you're playing a vampire by the way!"
I laughed. "Sorry!"
I finished my shower and put on my black v-neck and jeans. I walked downstairs and smiled at them.
Nina smiled apologetically at me. "Headache?"
"Oh yeah." I laughed.
Paul grinned. "It will hopefully be better next time." Then he laughed.
"Next time? Are you psycho?"
I sat on the couch next to Ian and a guy, who I suspected was Marcos, handed me a script.
"Let's see if you can act." He smiled.
Oh crap…
2 hours later…
I am happy dancing in the middle of the living room with Ian and Paul. (Nina and Marcos left.)
"I got the part!" I grinned.
Paul stopped dancing and laughed. "I should probably go."
"No!" I wailed in fake mania.
"Sorry, my fiancée is expecting me. See ya!"
"Bye!" Ian and I said.
I hugged Ian. "I can act!" I laughed.
"Yep." He smiled.
I sighed. "When do we start shooting?"
"Four days."
"Coolies."
He laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?"
He laughed harder.
"What?"
"You asked me that last night."
"What?"
"If I was laughing at you."
"Were you?"
"Yes."
I slapped him in the shoulder. "You ass."
"Hey! It's not my fault you're a funny drunk."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Do you want to go out for breakfast?"
"Yeah, but I should probably go to my house and pack my things."
"You're moving in now?"
I rolled my eyes. "You are such a tard. Duh! I'm marrying you in…two days." I said, glancing at the ring.
Ian smiled and kissed me.
Again.
Yeah…
Hey! At least we made it to the bedroom this time! GAWD!
So…I got RE-dressed, then Ian drove us to some restaurant I've never heard of and we went to my house.
"Ugh."
"What?"
"My mother's home."
Ian smiled and got out of the car.
I walked into the living room with Ian holding my hand.
"Mom?"
"Yeah? Oh, Jessica!" She appeared from the kitchen.
He gave Ian a kiss on the cheek and me a one armed hug. "Hi guys."
"Hey, mom. I just came to get the rest of my stuff."
"Oh, so you are moving in!" She grinned.
"Yeah," I said, letting go of Ian's hand and starting towards the bedroom. "What choice to I have?" And walked away.
Shortly after I head Ian come into the room as I packed boxes full of my books and movies.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." I said without looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
I stood up and faced him. "Why does she have to act so glad to have me gone?" Angry tears ran down my face and Ian walked over to hug me.
There was a knock on my door and mom walked in. "Hey guys – oh, I'm sorry." then closed the door.
"Mom, we weren't – GAH!"
Ian chuckled. "Come on, girlie. Let's pack up."
Ian and I got my stuff packed and in the backseat of his convertible when my mom walked out of the house.
"I hope you guys have a nice life together." She fake-smiled.
"We will, Mrs. Fain."
"Ah ah!" Mom said. "I'm an engaged woman now, Ian. She held up her left hand."
Ian laughed. "Sorry. We will future Mrs…"
"Roberts."
"Well, we will see you in two days at the wedding."
It took me a minute to register what they were saying. "You're getting married? You didn't even tell me you were dating!"
"Oh, honey, I've been dating for a while, now." She smiled.
"Well, thank you for telling me, mom." I got in the car and slammed the door.
Mom sighed. "Sorry, Ian. She likes to…overreact."
Anger surged through me.
"Goodbye, Mrs…Bye."
He walked to the driver side door and got in.
"Bye, sweetie!" Mom called.
We waved and drove off.
"Goodbye, mommy dearest."
"You okay?" Ian asked, turning down the Three Days Grace CD I put in the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"I'm not buying that." He smirked at me.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"It's okay," He said, putting an arm around me. "You don't have to put up with that anymore."
"Nopers!" I grinned; He was right, I didn't. I took off my seatbelt and Ian looked at me curiously. I stood up and waved my hands up and yelled, "WOO HOO!" from the car. "I'M FREE!"
A few cars honked and some guys yelled, "Aright! Woo!"
I grinned and sat down.
"Was that fun?" Ian laughed.
"Yep!" I smiled smugly.
Ian laughed and kissed my cheek.
When we got to Ian's house, I grabbed a few bags and skipped up the driveway. He walked behind me and laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No, I've just never seen you like this…well, except when you were drunk last night."
"Shut up! I blame Nina."
"That'll work." He unlocked the door.
When we got all of my stuff put away, we both lay on the bed for a minute.
"So," Ian said. "What do you want to do now?"
"I don't know."
He grinned.
"You are such a perv!"
"Whatever you like, my dear."
"Gross!"
Suddenly his cell phone went off. "Hello?" He glanced at me warily. "Yes…alright…thank you."
I sat up. "Who was that?"
He smiled weakly, but it was a fake smile. I would know.
"Ian?"
"It's time for your appointment."
"Huh?"
He kissed my forehead. "Therapy, my dear."
He left the room, leaving me sitting there in shock.
WHAT?