Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Eleven

CHARLOTTE

“Where’s your hair band?” Edmund asks gesturing to the hair that’s down. I flip it off my shoulders before smiling at him.

“Couldn’t find it” I lie through my teeth remembering when a certain thrilling stalker removed it and left like he didn’t just gave my heart something. He runs all the products for me not saying anything more.

He picks up a hair band giving it to me. “On the house” I accept it with a thank you quickly tying my hair in a low messy bun, before heading out.

The distance between V’s house and the supermarket is a few blocks over and I find that convenient enough for me to cool down whatever electricity that’s crackling in me. An incoming call from papa makes me snap out of whatever haze I was in.

“I was just about to call you” I lie with a huge smile on my face like he could see me. “Hey princess” chirps papa before I hear a shuffle.

“Hey papa, how are you doing?”

“You do not get to care for me when you didn’t even visit me after your business trip” he grumbled out, I can imagine him pouting his lips.

“Im really sorry papa, but I’ve been really busy that’s why”

“That’s not what Violet told me” I internally groan forgetting about how they work together like father and daughter. Making a mental note to kill V when I get back, I clear my throat thinking of what to say.

“What did she say” I trap my buttom lips between my teeth. What he says may make or break whatever lie im thinking of making.

“Something about experiencing early mid-life crisis” he mumbles. I release a sigh and take a turn on the road. ”Anyways forget about that, when you’re ready you’ll talk to me. I called to say happy birthday in advance!”

“Thanks dad” I whispered emotions too thick in my throat, the fact he’s giving me space to work out said mid-life crisis, im beyond grateful. After the call I kept on walking until I reached V’s house. When I open the house, pink confetti’s covers my vision.

“Happy Pre-Birthday!!!” V, Aria and Freya scream in unison, ushering me in and removing some confetti off me.

Since when we met in university, when V had a rough breakup right close to her birthday, we decided to start celebrating it amongst us before the next day, and since then, we’ve been celebrating pre-birthday for everyone.

“Thanks guys” I hug them back my heart getting warm, who knew theses people would me my friends and sisters after university, people normally say that friends made in university, aren’t forever but here we are five years later,--never closer.

I pull away and glance at V. “You” I give her my hardest glare. Aria retrieves my grocery bag while Freya follows her in the kitchen. V looks at me with a confused dazed before realization hits her.

“Look before you do anything, let me explain myself.” She moves back putting her palm out in surrender not noticing the chair and falling into it with an ‘oomph’. I jump on top of her and use the throw pillow to knock on her face while she straight up laugh. Mad at her ridicule, I bite her arm.

“Oww, what are you, a dog, I thought you stopped this habit” she pushes me off her tending to her arm that now has my bite mark. I huff out sitting properly and looking for my hair band that got lost when I tackled V down.

Aria and Freya comes in with four bowls of ice-cream, with a waffle tray and popcorn, they take a sit having a huge laugh about what just happened. “Why are you mad at V” Freya asks popping popcorn in her mouth.

I remember before looking at V with a death glare willing the universe to sink her six feet under. “Early mid-life crisis? Really?” I scoot closer to aria before I do something im afraid im not going to regret. She shrugs reaching out to pick her ice-cream bowl.

“What can I say, im that creative”

“Creative? Someone please talk and convert my attention before I kill this lady right here and make Ice have a heart attack” I point to V while looking between Freya and Aria who are trying to suppress their laugh.

“Freya, how’s your client?” I ask in hope they will help me. She stops in her track of dipping waffles in her ice-cream before continuing with an indifference expression on her face.

“He just got blacklisted in yet another club, in Manhattan.” She forcefully takes a bite of her waffles probably imagining it’s his head.

We discussed for a whole hour, aria talking about how she’s booked to the brim after Remington’s house, at least she’s got that coming, and V comes out saying she’s going to quit aurora foods because it’s not her passion.

We all supported each other with words of encouragement, I openly told them im looking for houses, although I got an earful from V—she understood where im going, aria claimed to leave all her piled waiting list to specifically style my new home.

“How about Bridgeton?” V suggests as Freya scrolls through a movie for us to watch. “I heard season three is out” she added deep in thought, we all shake our head still looking at the screen.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t watch it, I clearly sent it to you all when season one was out” she stands up and collects the remote from Freya’s grasp. She stands in front of the screen before looking at me. “I sent it to you cinderelly, im pretty sure you watched it” she points out.

“I didn’t watch anything” I laugh shaking my head. “Liar!!!” she drops the remote on Freya’s lap and comes to look at me. “Remember, we can tell when you’re lying” she tucks my hair behind my ear.

“So ill ask again, did you or did you not watch Bridgeton?”

“I did not watch Bridgeton” she looks to my ear before nodding her head and getting off me and clapping her hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to watch Bridgeton from season one to three this night, and nobody has the right to protest, were doing it and that’s final” she flays her arm to make a point before sitting close to me and instructing Freya to press play.

We're two seasons down when V, and Freya fell asleep, aria is looking at her phone constantly with her legs bobbing anxiously. Lethargy pulls at me but I want to finish season two but on the last episode I fell asleep thinking of a certain Italian man who’s six feet.