Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous
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Reality TV › American Idol/Pop Idol
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,525
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2.
It is now four months later and Kelly still isn't speaking to me. Luckily Carrie is. Hell she doing a lot more than just speaking to me, in fact she's got her head buried between my legs at this very moment. And, even though I know that I shouldn't, I still can't help missing Kelly.
Don't get me wrong, I like being with Carrie, I do. But with her it really is all about sex. At least with Kelly we were friends before we became fuckbuddies and I miss that. Because Carrie isn't the one who would sing me to sleep when I was sick and she's not the one who would always make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat because they were the only things she could safely cook and she didn't want to accidentally give me food poisoning. Carrie's not the one who needs me to teach her how to play chess and constantly remind her that the Knights weren't called 'Horsies' and that the Bishops could only move diagonally (she's got Anthony for that.). And Carrie is certainly not the one who needs me to show her just what she should be doing with her tongue when she eats me out because, believe me, she had it down perfectly.
Carrie doesn't need me (except when it comes to simple stuff like opening child proof lids.) but Kelly does and that's how I know that she's going to come back. I know it.
Okay so it's been five months now and still no contact from Kelly (not that I'm obsessing over it or anything.), I gotta admit that it hurts, a lot and I hate it because I don't know why it hurts so bad. Carrie's off on tour and I'm lonely and horny and frustrated because this is exactly why I suggested what I did. I don't even know why Kelly got so pissed off about it , the whole basis of our relationship was sex, no commitment, no expectations. Just a good old friends with benefits type relationship. It's not like we were in love or anything. So why did she get so upset? Well I guess maybe I'll find the answer to that tonight. It's yet another awards show and she's nominated for like fifty awards so she has to be there. Doesn't she? Whatever. It's not like I really care anyway.
So backstage, I know what everyone thinks happens back here (all the drugs and alcohol and crazy mini parties) but seriously it's not true. The majority of celebrities are so fucking boring, way to interested in talking about themselves to be any fun. That's one of the reasons why I hate coming to these fucking things.
"Come on Diana, just one photo with Fantasia." That's the other, one of my managers trying to get me to play nice with Fanty. "You two haven't been shot together for over a year."
"And there's a very good reason for that, we can't stand each other."
"I know, I know. But it's you who's coming off as a sore loser and after you broke her nose, well, we need to show that there are no hard feelings between you two. Please Diana, do it for me?" If you ask me she looked better with the broken nose.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go and make nice with Fantasia and then I'll go and kiss some snakes. I'LL HUG AND KISS SOME POISONOUS SNAKES!" Annnnnnnd now everyone's staring at me like I'm some kind of freak.
He blinked. "So...does that mean you'll do it?"
"Nobody gets me." I sigh.
"I thought it was funny." Oh there she was, not that I'd been looking for her of course, lurking around like some sort of...lurker type thing. Shut up.
Matt looked at the two of us. "So...I'll just go and set it up." He said before scurrying off.
"Does this mean you're talking to me now?"
"Maybe." She's nervous, why the fuck is she nervous. It's not like I'm some bitter ex who's planning the best way to cut off all of her hair off without her noticing or anything, I notice Aaron Carter (slimy little fucker) is standing nearby and is obviously eavesdropping, no doubt practically creaming his pants at the thought of some girl on girl action. She notices too. "Maybe we should continue this conversation someplace a little more private?"
Conversation, huh? I guess that answers the question weather or not she talking to me. As tempting as it is to step it up a little to tease that little freak Aaron, I doubt Kelly would be pleased if I started coming on to her in such a 'public' place. "Okay, well we aren't going to get any privacy around here, so your hotel room or mine?"
Say yours, say yours, say yours. "Mine." Oh yeah.
Spotting Matt struggling to make his way through the crowd, I take Kelly's hand in mine and begin pulling her in the opposite direction. She stops and points behind her. "Don't you want to...."
"No."
TBC
It is now four months later and Kelly still isn't speaking to me. Luckily Carrie is. Hell she doing a lot more than just speaking to me, in fact she's got her head buried between my legs at this very moment. And, even though I know that I shouldn't, I still can't help missing Kelly.
Don't get me wrong, I like being with Carrie, I do. But with her it really is all about sex. At least with Kelly we were friends before we became fuckbuddies and I miss that. Because Carrie isn't the one who would sing me to sleep when I was sick and she's not the one who would always make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat because they were the only things she could safely cook and she didn't want to accidentally give me food poisoning. Carrie's not the one who needs me to teach her how to play chess and constantly remind her that the Knights weren't called 'Horsies' and that the Bishops could only move diagonally (she's got Anthony for that.). And Carrie is certainly not the one who needs me to show her just what she should be doing with her tongue when she eats me out because, believe me, she had it down perfectly.
Carrie doesn't need me (except when it comes to simple stuff like opening child proof lids.) but Kelly does and that's how I know that she's going to come back. I know it.
Okay so it's been five months now and still no contact from Kelly (not that I'm obsessing over it or anything.), I gotta admit that it hurts, a lot and I hate it because I don't know why it hurts so bad. Carrie's off on tour and I'm lonely and horny and frustrated because this is exactly why I suggested what I did. I don't even know why Kelly got so pissed off about it , the whole basis of our relationship was sex, no commitment, no expectations. Just a good old friends with benefits type relationship. It's not like we were in love or anything. So why did she get so upset? Well I guess maybe I'll find the answer to that tonight. It's yet another awards show and she's nominated for like fifty awards so she has to be there. Doesn't she? Whatever. It's not like I really care anyway.
So backstage, I know what everyone thinks happens back here (all the drugs and alcohol and crazy mini parties) but seriously it's not true. The majority of celebrities are so fucking boring, way to interested in talking about themselves to be any fun. That's one of the reasons why I hate coming to these fucking things.
"Come on Diana, just one photo with Fantasia." That's the other, one of my managers trying to get me to play nice with Fanty. "You two haven't been shot together for over a year."
"And there's a very good reason for that, we can't stand each other."
"I know, I know. But it's you who's coming off as a sore loser and after you broke her nose, well, we need to show that there are no hard feelings between you two. Please Diana, do it for me?" If you ask me she looked better with the broken nose.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go and make nice with Fantasia and then I'll go and kiss some snakes. I'LL HUG AND KISS SOME POISONOUS SNAKES!" Annnnnnnd now everyone's staring at me like I'm some kind of freak.
He blinked. "So...does that mean you'll do it?"
"Nobody gets me." I sigh.
"I thought it was funny." Oh there she was, not that I'd been looking for her of course, lurking around like some sort of...lurker type thing. Shut up.
Matt looked at the two of us. "So...I'll just go and set it up." He said before scurrying off.
"Does this mean you're talking to me now?"
"Maybe." She's nervous, why the fuck is she nervous. It's not like I'm some bitter ex who's planning the best way to cut off all of her hair off without her noticing or anything, I notice Aaron Carter (slimy little fucker) is standing nearby and is obviously eavesdropping, no doubt practically creaming his pants at the thought of some girl on girl action. She notices too. "Maybe we should continue this conversation someplace a little more private?"
Conversation, huh? I guess that answers the question weather or not she talking to me. As tempting as it is to step it up a little to tease that little freak Aaron, I doubt Kelly would be pleased if I started coming on to her in such a 'public' place. "Okay, well we aren't going to get any privacy around here, so your hotel room or mine?"
Say yours, say yours, say yours. "Mine." Oh yeah.
Spotting Matt struggling to make his way through the crowd, I take Kelly's hand in mine and begin pulling her in the opposite direction. She stops and points behind her. "Don't you want to...."
"No."
TBC