Chapter 20
A/N: OMG I am a horrible person! There is a Fanfic called "Ian Somerhalder's Girlfriend." It is AWESOME! Great plots and yummy lemons! :) I can't believe I haven't mentioned it yet. I feel bad. :( But go read it! Iz goooood :D
A/N 2: I have a soundtrack for this story and the link is on my profile.
A/N 3: On the last chapter, I said movie "Premier." It's a cast party. Me – Blonde. -_-
This chapter is dedicated to my cuzzie Phyllicia for telling me to "update the friggin story bizzotch." We're planning to link one of her stories to this one, and if you go to her profile on fictionpress, you should be able to find info on it. Just type in "Arranged Marriage to Josh Hutcherson" in the search box and you should see her penname. She has a whole collection of them she's working on and her writing is VERY funny! :D
Okay, I'm done…
7:30 P.M.
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"Calm down, Jess." Ian whispered.
HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I AM DYING? "Kay."
Honestly, it wasn't that big of a "cast party" and most of the actors I didn't even recognize.
Casey and Roger-Dad were flying back to Missouri (A/N: Where I'm from. :D) to pack the rest of their things to move down here to Georgia next month. When we got back from the mall (We should get Casey this," Ian held up a bible, smirking.), we said out farewells and it wasn't as "emotional" as Roger-Dad tried to make it. Too bad.
At the mall, I had picked two dresses that I liked. Ian wouldn't let me look at the price tags, watching me like a hawk so I didn't.
There was a long red strapless one (which would permit me to buy a strapless bra grr…) and a purple one that went down to my knees and had "halter" straps. I couldn't choose so I let Ian pick, and he chose the purple one.
WTF is happening to me?
And I still think he's gay.
After a few minutes of people kept walking up to Ian and there was the same old hellos-questionstheydon'tcareabout-talkingaboutthemselves-makinganexcusetoleave-nevertalkingtousagain routine with all of them.
Until one of them walked over to us. "Hey," This girl was uuuuugly! She was fake and plastic looking with gross too-tan skin and dyed platinum blonde hair.
Jeez, lady, lay off the plastic surgery.
"Jenna!" Ian said and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek lightly.
She smiled at me as if I'd know who-the-eff this alien-chick was.
"You're Jessica." She grinned and I nodded mutely.
"Jess, this is…Jenna Jameson." (A/N: If you don't know who that is, DON'T Google it. LOL I'll get to that…)
I smiled. "Hi, Jenna."
Ian laughed. "I don't think she's seen any of your…work."
I shook my head. "Sorry," I smiled awkwardly. "Don't recognize you. Are you a…popular actress?" I feel so stupid.
Ian suddenly spit out his drink and began having a coughing fit. I looked at him wide-eyed and started patting his back. WTF? Alien-Chick started laughing, whether it be at Ian or me.
When he finally stopped coughing, he started laughing to the point where he couldn't breathe.
I suddenly got furious. Why the hell was he laughing at me?
"What is your problem?"
He looked at my face and tried to stop, putting his arm around me. "I'm sorry, Jess. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at your question."
I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks." I started to move away from him but he grabbed my arm.
"Hey, Jess," I turned to him.
"What is so funny about me not knowing who she is?" I started to feel angry tears fill my eyes. Why the fuck was he laughing so hard at me? Does he expect me to know about this life?
Maybe you should.
How would I do THAT?
Learn! Duh.
Why would I do that?
Um…because you are marrying the guy.
Oh. Right.
See?
Shut the hell up.
"Babe," Ian's voice caught my attention. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Space out?"
Me: Nothing.
Ian: Pulls me close and whispers in my ear. "She's a porn star, honey."
"Whaa-?"
Ian pulled back, laughed at my expression, and nodded.
I looked back at Porn Star Alien-Chick. "Well that explains why I have never heard of her…"
Ian sighed dramatically. "You're so innocent, Love." He grinned and turns us back around to Porn Star Alien-Chick.
I rolled my eyes. "Shut the hell up."
4:00 A.M.
Ian dragged my drunken ass through the front door. I giggled and he shook his head, closing the door and locking it. I skipped (wobbly) to the middle of the living room.
"I can't believe you got drunk again."
I grinned. "You're faaaault."
He threw his jacket over the back of the couch. "How is it my fault?"
I walked over to him. "You-" I poked him in the chest for emphasis. "took me to Alien-Chick's party."
"Alien…what?" Amusement lit up Ian's eyes and he threw his head back and laughed.
"She looks like an aaaalien." I twirled around for no apparent reason.
"Okay."
I gasped and stopped twirling abruptly, causing my head to go Whooooooo! "Wait a m-minuuute!"
Ian sat down and raised an eyebrow curiously. "What's wrong?"
My mouth dropped open and I walked over to him and slapped his chest hard. Well, it took me two tries, but I eventually hit him.
"What was-?"
"How do yooooou know who alien-chick porno lady is?" I (drunkenly) glared at him.
"What?"
Me: (Drunken) Glare
"Oh my gosh…" He shook his head, and then looked at me. "Really?"
Me: -_-
Him: -_-
Me: (drunken) glare
Him: "I worked with the woman, Jess."
Me: -_- Thinking: Wow. Really?
Him: Laughs at my expression. "Oh, you are so naïve."
Me: -_-
Him: "Well, I am a guy, Jess."
Me: "EEEEWW!"
Ian laughs.
"…So what else did you work with her in, hmmm?"
Ian rolls his eyes. "Really?"
I grin.
"No, I've never been in a porno movie."
I pout. "You suck then." I laugh.
"Only certain things, Love."
"EEEEWW!"
A/N: Next chapter will have more Tracy in it, and I plan on introducing Jessica's friend Bristol in.
Jessica's purple dress is on my Livejournal, along with the soundtrack :D