Obsessive People Are Creepy
I woke up the next day and looked at the clock. 8:05 am. Great. I don't really feel like getting up but Liz said that she would drop Paris off here around 9. Yesterday, after leaving Liz's house, they dropped me back off at the pub and I drove home. Davey and I needed to have a conversation. If I was going to do this he had to be informed. After all, this was his place.
Davey walked in the house and collapsed on the couch with a tired groan. I walked over to him and turned off the TV show that I had been watching. "How was work?" I asked. "Tiring. A waste of my time. Stress inducing. Pick one" he replied, taking off his shoes. I scratched the back of my head and looked over at him. I had no clue how to go about telling him that the girl he had be obsessed with for months was now going to live under the same roof as us. "So, how did your talk with 'The Beauty' go?" he asked, smiling smugly at me. I smiled back out of habit and then remembered what I had to tell him.
"Well, I met her agent, this woman maybe around her early 30's named Liz, and we talked about what I would have to do and why I was doing it. I agreed to it all as long as I got my money. Then I pushed Paris in her pool". He started laughing and looked at me. "What? Why?" he asked. "Long story. Anyway um…Liz thought it would be a good idea for her to…live here" I replied nervously. We were silent for a while until Davey picked up the phone in our living room. He dialed a few numbers and I just sat there and watched him. "Hello?...yes this is David Squirtle…yeah, I work in the constructional building…yes, I would like to resign…meaning I quit…I quit. I quit. I motherfucking quit! Whoooo! Just to let you know, working for you has been the worst experience of my life. A total waste of 4 years that I will never get back. Tell Mr. Oleander to clear out my locker, you prick! Ha ha!" Davey hung up and I started laughing with him.
"What? You thought I would be mad? Hell no! Having her live with us may give me more money than you," he said. I arched my brows at him. "How so?" I asked. "E-bay is an amazing tool my good friend. Imagine how much people will pay for just something she's touched! Let alone a clothing item. Or even an autograph! I'll be rolling in money. Just rolling in it," he replied dreamily. "You do know she's not that famous right?" I said dully. "Yeah but as long as your hot, people will pay anything for your shit. I promise you. So when does she get here?" he asked. "Tomorrow at 9" I replied, putting on my reading glasses and heading upstairs. "Is she staying in your room?" I could practically hear the smirk on his face.
I turned around and leaned against the stairs. "Yes, as a matter of fact, she is" I replied. Davey chuckled and walked toward me. "Don't be too loud ok? I still need sleep at night". I blushed and hit him on his arm. "Fuck you! I'm not sleeping with her like that," I growled in embarrassment. "Really? Well you should be". He laughed as I swung at him again and chased after him upstairs.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. So many thought were rushing through my head like "What am I getting myself into?" "Are they really going to pay me?" "How close do we have to be in public?" and the most important thought of them all, "Am I really gonna have to have sex with her?" I sighed and grabbed for the soap, rubbing the bar and wash clothe against my legs. I ran my head over the shower and let the water tame my unruly hair that I knew was going to be poofy because of the humidity. Black hair and humidity/water don't really mix.
"You know, you don't look half bad naked". I spun my head around to see Paris sitting on the toilet looking at me. Her legs were crossed and her chin was resting in her palm and her arm was resting on her knee. My mouth hung open and I pulled the shower curtain all the way closed. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" I yelled, turning off the water and reaching for my towel. She giggled and handed it to me. "Davey let me in and thought it would be funny to 'surprise' you so…surprise!" she yelled with enthusiasm. I glared at her from the shower curtain and wrapped the towel around my body.
"Ok great. I'm surprised. Now get out!" I yelled. She arched her brows and stood up with a smirk on her face. "Why? Do you have something in there that you don't want me to see?" she asked, her voice reaching that husky tone that she had used on me before. "Yeah, my body. Now leave so I can get out," I said in embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of the way you look. I was right, you do have low self esteem," she said, swaying towards me. I watched her hips as she walked and licked my lips. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop myself. "You're a model. Of course you wouldn't be ashamed of your body. And I do not have low self esteem" I growled. She tsked and grabbed onto the shower curtain. "I'd like to see for myself" she whispered in my ear. I groaned and before she could open the curtain, I jumped out the other side of the shower and ran out the door. I heard Paris laughing at me but I ducked into my room and slammed the door. I'll deal with her and Davey later.
I dried myself off and quickly pulled on some underwear and a bra. After putting on my black sweat pants and a light blue short-sleeved shirt, I grabbed my reading glasses and combed my hair back into its natural spiky nature. Davey once made a comment saying my hair looked like Alice's from Twilight. I couldn't lie or comment back, that's exactly what it looked like. I closed my door and heard laughter from downstairs.
Davey and Paris were chatting about something and Liz was with them. I sat down on the couch and they still hadn't even noticed I was there. "So, I was about to open the shower curtain but she jumped out the other side and took off like her ass was on fire!" They all started laughing and I got off the couch and walked over to them. "Ha ha. Very funny. By the way, forget you Davey! You set me up!" I said with a slight blush on my face. "Awww, I just did it because you haven't gotten any in such a long time" he shot back. I looked up at him and frowned. "You're a dead man," I growled, getting ready to lunge at him but Paris grabbed me.
"Now now, you two have to get along with each other. Besides I told you Davey was cooler than you," she said, leaning up and kissing me on the cheek. I glared down at her. "And you! No more coming in the shower with me!" I yelled, going to the fridge and pulling out some bacon to cook. "Now when you say that, do you mean no more cumming in the shower with you or no more going in the shower with you?" she asked innocently. Davey burst out laughing and leaned against the counter to steady himself. I ran over to Paris and tackled her on the couch. "Wait! No! I'm sorry that was unnecessary," she shrieked as I hit her with our couch pillows. "Yeah, it was!" I hit her again and she pushed me back against the couch and straddled me. She leaned down and took off my glasses.
"This isn't so bad, right?" she asked as she slowly grinded against me. I groaned and grabbed her waist. She leaned down and bit my ear. "You can handle this for a few months, right?" she asked. I knew what she was getting at and I quickly pushed her off of me. "Liz!" I yelled. She smiled over at me as I glared at her. "Yes?" she said innocently. "What does Paris mean by 'a few months?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Well, I want this to go on for quite a while" she replied. "How long is quite a while?" I asked, arching my brows.
She thought about it for a second. "Hmmmm…maybe…6 to 8 months" she replied. My jaw dropped. "Why 6 to 8 months?" I asked. "Trying to get famous in the fashion world isn't as easy as it is in the entertainment world. You can't just make a music video or post your songs on MySpace. You have to really do something worth wild to get your name out there, especially as a model" she replied bluntly. "Hmm. And Tyra Banks makes it look so easy" Davey said, putting the bacon I pulled out in the pan. I looked back at Paris who handed me my glasses. I sighed but then I remembered the money aspect. "That's $9,000 or $12,000!" I yelled. I heard Davey almost choking on his coffee before he looked at me and nodded, a sign that he was fine. Liz nodded as well. "Yes, it is. By the way, I will inform you both when Paris has something planned or when she has to go away" she said, getting up from her seat. "Go away? What do you mean 'go away?" I asked quickly.
Liz smirked at me and grabbed her purse, swinging it on her right shoulder. "Relax. I meant for a photo shoot or runway event. She may have to go to different states or countries and I will tell you when. She'll come back here when she's finished with them though" she replied. I nodded and she made her way toward the door. "Around 2 someone is going to come by and drop off Paris's stuff. Well that's about it. Paris, come give me a hug". Paris crawled off the couch and went to hug her. "Now, be good for Davey and don't give Andie a hard time" she said, like a mother would tell their child. "Well, I can't promise that" she said slyly, winking at me when I looked over at her. Liz chuckled and walked over to Davey, giving him a hug before she hugged me. "Please try your best to look after her. She may seem carefree but on the inside, she's hurt" she whispered before she let me go. I looked at her in confusion but before I could respond she was out the door.
Paris walked over to me and smiled. "So…now what?" she asked. "Now, we eat breakfast" Davey replied from the kitchen. I got off the couch with Paris right behind me. Davey set down the plates and looked at Paris. "Remember, any napkins or silverware that you touch, does not go in the trash can or dishwasher. You give all of that to me" he said sternly. Paris arched her brows at him in confusion. "Why?" she asked. Davey just smirked. "No reason". Paris was right. Obsessive people are creepy.