Four Week Fiance(6)
Chapter Four
Mila
September 18th, 2008
Dear Diary,
My life ended today. Officially ended. Like, I cried so many tears that I thought I was going to cause a flood in my room. I was going to be solely responsible for the end of the Earth. Noah wasn’t going to be able to build an ark to survive the flood I was going to cause. Why did my life end, you ask? Why? Why? Why? I found out that TJ Walker has a girlfriend. And that¸ as he said to Cody, she has the ‘biggest tits’ he’s ever seen on a girl. And he knows they are real. Can you believe that? I was shocked. He’s there at college playing with girls’ boobs and I’m here, basically telling Harry I can’t go to Homecoming with him because I’m saving myself for my true love. And my true love isn’t even thinking about me. I also hate Cody, too. He was encouraging TJ. He even asked TJ if she was a good fuck. I nearly went and told my mom, but then Cody would know I’d been listening at his door and then maybe he and TJ wouldn’t come over so often. Anyway, that’s my life now. TJ is going to marry some girl with big boobs and I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. As long as it lasts, anyway. I swear my tears will be the end for everybody.
Mila
XOXO
P.S. I’m thinking about getting breast implants, but only if TJ doesn’t marry his college slut of a girlfriend.
Friday, One Week Ago
“I’m sorry I was late,” Sally said from the back seat as soon as TJ got out of the car to go and get Barbie. “Why did he have such an attitude?” she asked softly, her dark brown eyes curious.
“You know TJ.” I rolled my eyes as I looked back at her. “He’s as melodramatic as a girl.”
“Hey, I take offense to that,” Sally said and laughed. She leaned back in the seat and stretched before continuing. “You are not going to believe the outfit I got. It is hot, hot, hot.”
“Well, I hope it’s not the same outfit that I got.” I grinned. “That would be weird.”
“I can’t believe that you’re going to seduce him. With his girlfriend still in the picture,” Sally said, her jaw slack as her eyes sparkled. “This is going to be a crazy weekend.” She paused and grinned at me. “Notice anything different?”
“Different?” I said, unsure what she was talking about, and then I noticed her long, silky black hair, hanging straight down her back. “Oh, my God, your hair! What did you do to it?”
“I got a keratin treatment.” She beamed. “That’s why I was really late; don’t tell TJ. I mean if he knew I was getting my hair done and shopping, he’d have a fit.” She laughed. “Doesn’t my hair feel silky?” She leaned forward and I ran my fingers down her locks.
“Wow, yeah,” I said, impressed. “You didn’t want to be curly this weekend?” Sally had gorgeous curly hair and I was always jealous that I couldn’t get my straight hair to have any sort of wave or curl.
“Well, I might go curly if we go skinny-dipping in the lake. Me and Cody.” She giggled. “Not you and me.”
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes and shuddered. “And that’s gross, by the way.”
“It’s totally not gross.” She grinned. “I told my parents that we were going to the lake this weekend and my mom just winked at me.”
“Oh, funny,” I said.
“And let’s be real, Cody and I would have such cute kids.”
“Sally!” I raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re meant to be the reasonable one.
“I am.” She giggled. “Well, most of the time.” She leaned back and I stared at her caramel complexion affectionately.
“You look like you’re glowing,” I said. “Makeup, or have you been in the sun?”
“Oh, it’s some glow stick I got at Sephora.” Her eyes sparkled at me. “I wanted to make sure I looked my best.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down. “I guess you had a change of mind.”
“No.” I laughed. “A change of plan, but not a change of mind.”
“Oh, we’re so bad.” Sally laughed, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me.
“Would we have it any other way?” I laughed and then she leaned forward.
“No.” She laughed again. “I blame it on the Italian blood in both of us.”
“Yeah, I would agree.” I grinned. “It’s the crazy Italiano.”
“Yup.” She grinned. Sally’s father was second-generation Italian and her mother was from Guyana, a country situated on the continent of South America, just south of the Caribbean. She’d gotten the best qualities from both parents and was gorgeous. Men used words like ‘exotic’ to describe her, but she hated that term. As far as she was concerned, her looks weren’t as important as her brains. Though I don’t think any of the guys she dated cared about her brains.
“By the way, the Troy idea was epic,” Sally said in a low voice and leaned even closer to me and whispered. “It sounded like TJ was pissed.”
“Oh, he was so pissed.” I grinned. “I just wish that Troy was real.”
“About that…” Sally looked sheepish. “I have something to tell you.”
“What?” I asked her suspiciously.
“I did something that will make everyone believe that Troy is real.” She grinned and my eyes narrowed.
“What did you do?” I asked, but then I hushed her as I saw TJ and Barbie approaching the car. Troy disappeared from my mind and my stomach dropped as I gazed at her. She was beautiful, almost like some picture-perfect image of a Cinderella princess. Why did she have to be so good looking? I was starting to doubt that I could convince TJ to go with me when he had someone like her. Grr, why did he have someone like her?
“Hi,” I said with a wide—albeit fake, but still wide—smile to the buxom blonde as she got into the back seat.
“Hi,” she said, her face looking sour.
“I’m Mila.”
“Like Mila Kunis?” She looked up at me in interest.
“Well, I guess, but I’m just Mila.”
“Not Mila Kunis?” Barbie asked me and I shot TJ a look of surprise. Okay, maybe it was more a cross between, ‘who is this dumbass?’ and ‘I’m really trying to be nice here.’
“No, just Mila,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Barbie,” she said and I watched as she flicked her long blond hair.
“As in Barbie and Ken?” I asked her softly, but she just looked back at me with a dumb expression.
“Hi, I’m Sally, Mila’s best friend,” Sally spoke up next, her voice seemingly really happy to be meeting peroxide Barbie.
“Mila Kunis’ best friend?” Barbie asked her, looking excited, and Sally looked at me with laughing eyes as she shook her head.
“I’m afraid not. I don’t know Mila Kunis or any Hollywood stars, to be honest.”
“Oh, you just said you’re Mila’s best friend.” Barbie looked confused.
“She’s talking about me,” I said, a slight attitude in my voice. “The Mila you just met.”
“Oh.” Barbie looked at me with a bored expression. “I see.”
“I’m not sure you do,” I said under my breath as I watched TJ get back into the car, his expression not giving his thoughts away.
“Everyone okay?” he asked with a smile as he looked around, and I looked away from him. I had nothing to say. I didn’t want to seem like I had sour grapes, but I had no idea what he saw in Barbie.
“Ken, honey, I thought I was going to be sitting in the front seat with you?” Barbie said in a soft, sweet voice. I turned around to face the window so that no one could see the look on my face. Barbie and Ken, my ass. I bit my lower lip to stop from laughing and then TJ spoke up and I turned around.
“Aww, sorry, babe,” he said in a tone I’d never heard before. My jaw almost dropped as I listened to him and then saw Barbie’s face looking all soft and sweet. I was feeling confused as I looked at her almost angelic face. What had happened to the sour-faced shrew who had been talking to Sally and me? Barbie was looking like a different person as she batted her big blue eyes at TJ. I bit on my lower lip as I stared at her, all beautiful and flowery, and waited for TJ to ask me to switch seats with his latest paramour.
“But, babe?” She pouted, sucking on her lower lip as she gazed at TJ.
“Aww, next time,” TJ said and gave me a quick wink. “Mila isn’t the sort of girl who likes to give up the front seat.”
“Yeah, I’m not.” I looked at Barbie with a small smile and shrug. “I’m sure Mila Kunis doesn’t like to give up her seat either, if that helps.” I saw Barbie’s lips twisting at my words and I turned back around and turned on the radio. “Let’s go, James,” I said to TJ. “We don’t want to be late!”
***
The drive up to the lake house was pretty quiet. Normally, Sally and I chattered on about what we were going to do, but we were both pretty focused on our own thoughts.
“So, when will Cody arrive?” Sally asked as we pulled off of the exit. We were about ten minutes away from the cabin and I knew everyone was ready for us to arrive.