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In The Studio	By : PunknessBenji Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I got up the next day to the radio playing. Had I turned the alarm on last night? I flung my hand over and pressed the Off button. I laid back down but I’m one of those people that once you’re awake, you can’t go back to sleep, no matter how hard you try. I just laid there for a few minutes, trying to recollect of last nights events. Had I really drank enough to throw up? I do hope that’s all it is. I can’t afford for it to be anything else. My damn career is just getting off the ground and kids…oh I just shudder at the word. And it most likely being Benji’s…NO. It’s not happening. I’ll just leave it for a few days and if it happens again, I’ll see a doctor or something. Yeah, it’s nothing to worry about. I just need to keep myself occupied for a while. I’m not going to see him anymore.

I might go back home for a couple of weeks and see how family and friends are going. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. That’ll be good. I’ll go home and argue with my mum (that’s what usually happens) and see my brother. I wonder if he still talks to Ashley or not...hmm…It’ll be nice to see him.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I put the kettle on and made myself a coffee. I noticed the answering machine flashing. I walked over to it and pressed play. There were two messages. One from my mum saying she “needs” to talk to me, it’s probably just to carry on at me for not calling her or something really stupid. The other one was from Benji. He was asking what was up with me. I deleted both messages and picked the phone up. Dialling my mum’s number, I sipped at my hot coffee. Yum, the freshness of it made me warm inside.

“Hello?” came my mum’s croaky voice.

“Hey, ma.” I said to her.

“God, Skye, I needed to talk to you. That fella you like, you know that one with the rings all over his face and tattoos?” She said.

“Benji?” I answered her.

“Yeah, well, he was on the news today.” and? Isn’t he always somewhere on TV though? “Did you see it?”

“No, Ma. I just woke up. What about him?”

“You just woke up? What’s the time there?” She sounded shocked.

I looked at the clock on the wall. “Midday.” I rolled my eyes. Even though I don’t live at home she still likes to feel in control of me. It bugs me but that’s what mothers are for, aye? “So, what’s this about Benji?” I probed her.

“Midday? Gosh. You don’t need to sleep that long.”

“I was out last night. Can you just tell me what’s up with Benji?” Damn, she annoys me and I feel like yelling it, but I won’t. She’ll give me a phone slap… if that’s actually the word for it?

“Oh, just that he’s getting married.” What? MARRIED? Benji is getting married? No. No that’s just wrong. Oh god, I felt my knees go weak and I slide down the wall. This can’t be happening to me. I always end up with the shit. I hung the phone up, with my mum still talking to me. I felt the pricks of tears at the back of my eyes.

What if I’m preg… no, that will just make thing’s worse than they already are. OK, wait, why am I so upset over this? It’s not like we had anything serious. It was only sex and I ain’t a teenie. I should just move on with my life and forget about him. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll go home and just stay there for a couple of weeks. The album won’t be out for a few weeks, it’s still got to get approved and all that lovely shit.

I got up from the floor, with my cheeks a little wet from letting a couple of tears out. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. My heart felt like it had been ripped out and thrown in the rubbish, or stomped on by some girl, whoever she is that’s going to marry him. Wait, maybe my mum got it wrong and it’s really Joel. They do look the same, sorta. Nah, my mum knows which is which, and she did mention the piercing’s. Man, this is hard.

I walked into my room and put my Ashlee Simpson CD in, pressed Play and started dancing to ‘Pieces Of Me’.

On a Monday, I am waiting
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday, I can't sleep
Then the phone rings, I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cuz you've came to rescue me

I grabbed some clothes out of my closet, still dancing and singing along to the music, and threw them in a suitcase, along with some other little bits and pieces I’d need. I quickly went and had a shower. Dried my hair and my body. I put some perfume on and wrapped the towel around me. I walked back into my room and grabbed a tracksuit out of the drawer and put it on. I wasn’t going to worry about what I looked like today, I felt like shit so it wouldn’t make a difference.

I rang Steve’s mobile but he didn’t answer; I left him a message telling him I’d be back soon and if he needs me to contact me on my mums home number.

I stood there looking out on the street, after I had put the phone down. What was it that Whitney said to me last night? Something like ’You still have a lot to learn about him then’ is this what she meant? That he was getting married, or even that he was in a relationship? The horror of it all, everyone knew about this last night! Why didn’t Whitney just tell me then? Oh that’s right she’s his friend, or she was just trying to keep me from being embarrassed. Either way I feel like crap.

I shook myself out of the daze and went back to getting ready. I phoned the airport and booked a ticket. I don’t know when I’ll be back so I just got it one way. I called a cab and waited outside on the porch with my suitcase and bag. I didn’t know what I was doing. I still had a few hours till the plane left, I was thinking of popping over to John’s and telling Erica since she still does live with me and I should tell her. I just don’t like going over there. Matt is always there and he creeps me out. He stares at me like I’m some goddess, shivers went down my spine and back up just thinking about his eyes pouring into me.

The cab came and the driver put my suitcase in the back and I told him the address. We were there in no time at all; it did feel like hours, he recognised me and kept asking questions, personal ones at that. Then as I was getting out of the car he asked me if I would like his number. I refused and got out, not looking back. I stood there on John’s front step, with my suitcase beside me and bag on my shoulder.

“Hey, come in,” John said as he answered the door.

“Thanks,” I said walking past him and he got my suitcase.

“What’s this for?” He asked as he followed me into the lounge room.

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m gonna go home for a little while. Clear my head and shit.” I told him. “Where’s Erica?”

“She’s upstairs. I’ll get her. Make yourself at home.”

I sat on the couch waiting for her. I noticed the morning paper on the coffee table and picked it up to see if anything interesting was in it, like, say Benji.

I flicked through it from the back to front and then came to the music section. Benji’s face was there and his arm was around some girls shoulder. Now here’s a girl that I envy more than Pavo. She’s absolutely gorgeous; Brown hair just past her shoulders, her make-up looks like it’s been done by a professional, not that mine isn’t most of the times but I’m trying to pick things that are horrible about her and I can’t find anything. She’s just so… perfect! Oh, fuck! Damn her and him. I wanted to scream and yell and stomp my feet like a 2-year-old on a high from red soda and can’t get something she so desperately wants. Why do I always get the backdrop of everything? What in the hell did I do in my life to deserve all this shit?

“Hey, Skye, what’s up?” Erica said coming into the room. I quickly closed the paper and looked at her.

“I’m going to go home for a little while - Two weeks at the most.” I got up from the couch.

“Australia?”

“Yeah. You know, there’s just too much crap going on here and I need to get away for a while.”

“Oh. Well if you need to talk…” She started to say but I cut her off.

“I don’t need to talk. Thanks though. I just need some time to get things straight with my life.” I put the paper back on the table and picked my suitcase up.

“Is this about what’s in the news today?” Did she mean… Benji?

“What do you mean?” Well, I wasn’t going to mention it first.

“Benji and Blair Stephens getting married?” Blair? That must be the girls’ name.

“No. It’s nothing about Benji.” I lied. I knew if it came out that that’s what my problem was I would start to cry and I didn’t want to. He isn’t worth it.

“You sure?” She asked again.

“Yeah, I’m all good with Benj getting married.” We hugged.

“Do you want John to give you a lift to the airport?” She asked.

“Yeah, or just get me a Taxi.”

Erica called me a Taxi since John was in the shower.

As I was walking out the door she said, “Have a good time and call me when you get there.” I nodded my head and blew her a kiss.

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So here I am, in the Land of Oz waiting for Charlie’s ride to get here. Yeah, on the plane over I noticed a familiar face as I was going to the toilet, I looked twice and realised who it was. How could I not know? I spent enough time with him in the studio to know him. Charlie was sitting there, I said hi to him and he looked surprised then pleased to see me. We got talking and the old lady sitting beside me was happy to move for Charlie to sit there. She thought we looked “cute” together. So anyways, as our conversation went on we learnt both of us were staying in Sydney. He was gonna stay with a friend, just down from my mum’s.

“There’s his car!” Charlie said, picking his suitcase’ up and going over to the curb. I picked my suitcase up too and stood beside him.

“Hey,” A blonde haired guy said pulling up beside us in a black BMW.

“Hey, pop the boot,” Charlie told him and walked to the back of the car, pulling the boot open and throwing his suitcase’ in it. He then came over to me and grabbed mine. “I’ll just put it in the boot. You can get in the car.”

“OK.” I got in the back seat and his mate looked through the rear-view mirror at me.

“Hi,” He said. His voice was sweet.

“Hi, I’m Skye.” I told him.

“Hmm… I figured as much. Charlie hasn’t been able to stop talking about you.” Oh?

“He hasn’t?” I asked, surprised.

“Nah. I’m not surprised you’re here with him. I suppose both of you can have my bed and I’ll sleep in the guest room, where the single bed is.” What the?

“’Cuse me?” I giggled. Does he think Charlie and me are…together? Has Charlie said something for him to get that impression?

He went to answer but Charlie hopped in the car. “We’re just gotta drop Skye off at her mum’s, then we can go to your place or wherever.” He said to his friend.

“Kay.” He started the car up and gave me a grin through the rear-view mirror. Creepy….

Once Charlie and his friend dropped me off, I knocked on the door. My mum wasn’t home and I remembered about the key that she hide in one of the pot plants out in the back yard. So I let the dog in and she came with me with her little pom-pom wagging. We went upstairs and un-packed my suitcase. I set up the bathroom with all my stuff; Make-up, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, perfumes, all the nice smelly things girls like.

I went back into the room and plopped down on the bed. My room was set out just the same way as I left it last time; all my Good Charlotte posters up, my Good Charlotte calendar that was way out of date was still behind my door, and the photo I got blown up of my dog was still hanging above my bed. I love my room as much as I loved my music. I spotted my computer in the corner of the room. I got up from the bed, the temptation was too great to resist, and walked over to it. I wonder if it still worked, or was connected to net anymore? I picked it up and carried it gently to the bed.

I sat down near the pillows and switched it on. Wow, the screen came on. When it was fully on and the wallpaper of Benji appeared I tried to connect to the Internet. It worked! I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t been on the net for a long time and to just get the feel of it was going to be a hassle. I used to be addicted to it. I hated it; it was a love hate relationship. But the best relationship I’d ever had in my life.

I turned my bedside radio on and Janet Jackson and Luther Vandross’ song ‘The Best Things In Life Are Free’ was playing. I turned it up and sang along to it while surfing the net. I tried real hard to avoid things on Benji’s engagement, but it’s hard when you see it everywhere. It was the top news of the week and I just had to read some things on it. One article said that him and this Blair girl had been engaged for a while now and only just announced it to the public, because she was meant to be pregnant, which I don’t believe for one minute. The media are always making up shit about everything; they even make up a whole story about a little kiss or a hug. I know, it’s happened to me before!

Another one said that they just got engaged the night of the album party, which made sense to me since he was gone all night. But then he wouldn’t have come back at all. Another said they had been hiding it for a long time and were announcing it now because they had set a date. I ended up just logging off and closing it down. I laid on the bed petting Charlotte, my dog. I named her Charlotte cuz when she’s good you can say ‘Good Charlotte’. It made me laugh when someone told it to me. I couldn’t help but use it. I know it’s weird but it’s funny.

I heard the downstairs door slam and Charlotte’s ears pricked up. I got up and raced to the door, only to have that sick feeling again. I took a detour and went to the bathroom, tying my hair in a ponytail with the scrunchie that was on my wrist and lifting the toilet seat up. I threw up five times before my stomach was satisfied. Maybe it’s food poisoning? I rinsed my mouth out and walked this time to the door, my mum was bringing shopping bags in. I went out and said hi to her. She looked at me with wide eyes and squealed.

“Ma, you don’t need to deafen me every time I come.” I said rubbing my ears.

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “But you’re my little girl and I miss you so when you’re away.”

“I know, but I’m here now and you don’t need to deafen me. If that happened I wouldn’t be able to go on tour or anything.”

“And you say that’s a bad thing?” She said sarcastically. I giggled.

“For me it would. I know it wouldn’t for you.” I picked up the last two plastic bags full of shopping from the back seat of the car.

“So, Darlin’, how did you get here?” She asked me as we walked inside.

“Flew on a plane,” How does she think I got here, ran?

“Don’t be smart. How did you get here from the airport?” She gave me an evil look.

“Charlie drove me.” I simply said.

“Oh, who’s Charlie?” She said with the I-hope-he-is-a-nice-boy-and-he-likes-my-Darlin’-daughter look.

“It’s not like that and he’s only a friend.” I rolled my eyes.

“Not like how? And that just makes it a little suspicious.” What?

“Ma, he’s just a friend. I DO have guy friends, ya know.” I watched her as she put the shopping away in the cupboards.

“I know, I know. I never said you didn’t.” Sureee. “So who is he? Famous or something?”

“Yeah. He’s in that band I just recorded with, Busted.”

“Oh, those boys are nice. Ashley’s sister likes them. You remember Ashley, don’t you? Daniel’s friend.” How could I forget him?

“Yeah. I remember him. Dark hair, not bad-looking.” Well, he wasn’t just ‘not bad-looking’ that’s a really big understatement. He was a god!

“Yeah, he’s always been good-looking. I remember you used to have a crush on him.” How? I never told anyone! “Don’t blush. I remember when he would come over for dinner or to play video games with Dan, you would be sitting there with a huge grin on your face. First crush wasn’t it, Darlin’? Yeah, Mothers know.” I can’t believe her! “Yeah, anyways, all the girls like him now. He has a nice upper body and long dark wavy hair, big brown eyes. Apparently he’s been seen with that waitress down at the café. What’s her name? Oh it’s on the tip of my tongue.”

“Crystal?”

“That’s her! Yeah, well, Dawn from next door saw them when she was in there getting her daily lunch and she saw them handing hands. All the girls around here will be crushed.” Me too.

“So where is Dan?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“He’s in Melbourne at the moment with his girlfriend and Ashley. They were meant to go by themselves for the weekend but Ashley wanted to go so it’s a week. They should be back tonight or tomorrow morning. But you know how they get when they’re away. One week turns into a month. Oh, maybe if I call him and tell him who’s home, he will come. I’ll just go call him.”

“Mum, don’t. He will get pissed.”

“Don’t be silly. He’ll be glad to see his little sister. It’s only once a year you come home. Anyways, why are you home? Holiday, or are you doing something for work?” She asked walking into the lounge room.

“Holiday.” I simply answered her. I didn’t want to get into the real reason why. She would more than likely call him for everything or tell me I’m stupid for even getting involved with him. Either way, it wouldn’t be pretty.

I could hear her in the lounge room talking sweet talk to Daniel over the phone. “Yes, Sweetheart, but your sister is home from America, you should come home to see her…No. Skye…Yes, Sweetheart, she’s home and she desperately misses her big brother…” More like SHE misses him. I can only imagine what he’s saying. ’She can see me when I get back’ or ’I don’t care. She should be home more and than she wouldn’t miss us so much, she only cares about her career.’

Yeah, just all that lovely shit. I get tired of hearing it. I got up from the table and walked out the back. At least Charlotte doesn’t annoy me. She followed me outside and I threw the ball for her to go get. It’s nice to be home; except for the annoying things my family says.

“Daniel’s coming home tonight.” My mum called from the backdoor. I looked at her and she said, “Why do you only spend time with the stupid dog when you’re home? You should be spending it indoors with me, you know how much your mummy misses you.” I rolled my eyes at her. Maybe she should have a good think about that one. She might learn a few things about the way she talks and acts.

I went back inside and sat down at the table. “Where have they been staying?”

“Daniel? With his girlfriends parents. He says they’re really nice and want them to move there. Carolyn wants to but Daniel doesn’t want to leave me. You know how much of a mummy’s boy he is, He really does love me.” Yeah, only because he sucks to you. Don’t get me wrong, I do love her, she just gets on my nerves all the time. Maybe I should’ve gone to England or something.

“Yeah, I know.” I answered half-heartedly.

“How is your friend going? The non-famous one.” I really hate it how she always works the ‘fame’ into it. I don’t know why she does that, she knows Erica’s name.

“She’s fine.”

“Darlin’, why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you? Maybe I can help you with it.” I don’t think you could.

“Nothing is.” I got up. “Ma, I’m going for a walk. I wanna go to the music shop and get something.” I lied. I just wanted to get out of there.

“Ok, Darlin’, I’ll put dinner on. Be back before nightfall.” Yes, ma’am. I’m two again!

I put my coat on, not that it was cold outside but just in-case and went to the HMV music shop in Bent Street. My mum just lives five minutes from it, so it’s not a long walk. I went past the Channel [V] head quarters, that’s a music Channel in Australia and noticed a lot of girls outside screaming. I tried to have a proper look but I couldn’t see anything. It’s probably some overseas group or something visiting. Or maybe Delta Goodrem’s there again. I walked on to the music shop that was next door. I went in and the girl that’s been working there for years recognised me.

“Hey, Skye, what can I do for you today?” She said with her best smile.

“I’m just looking. Had to get out of that house, that woman is going to drive me nuts if I stay the whole two weeks.” I told her.

She laughed. “They do get like that, aye? My mums the same. Always at me, she never lets up. That’s why I moved out.”

“Wow. When?”

“A few months ago. I think you were still on your last tour when I did, not sure. But yeah, I moved out with Jamie. I haven’t looked back since.” Jamie was her ‘lover,’ I don’t like saying Lesbian but there ya go.

“Cool. I love living away from home, but I miss her. She’s a damn bitch for that. If it wasn’t for me missing her so much, I’d hardly ever be here.”

“Hey, did you hear about Benji Madden getting married?” Oh yeah, forgot to say; my obsession with GC is widely known. Everyone knows about it, especially the people in Sydney.

“Yeah, I heard. Damn shame, huh?” I said, trying to sound convincing.

“Didn’t you have something going with him at one stage?” Huh? How does she know? “There were pictures everywhere on the internet about it.” Oh, they just have a ‘feeling’ about it. Sometimes the media can be right.

“Rumours about me and Benj? Cool.” I was trying to sound natural but she gave me an expression that told me otherwise.

“Yeah, you two were seeing each-other.”

“Nah, we’re just friends. Well, I must go. Talk to ya some other time.” I said turning to leave.

“Yeah, ok. Nice seeing you again.” I waved to her and walked out the door of the shop.

As I was walking back home I bumped into Charlie and some girl. “Hey, what are you doing roaming the streets without anybody?” He said.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I live here, everyone knows me.” I said matter-of-factly.

“OK then. Where you going?”

“Home. You?”

“Just to the supermarket. My sister here needs to buy baby formula.” Sister? Nice! “Hey, I was going to ask if you want to meet up later and maybe have dinner with me…” Hasn’t he asked me this before and I said no?

“Well, my mum is cooking me dinner, but I guess she wouldn’t mind. I’ll go home and get ready.”

“Yes!…I mean, cool. I’ll come by and pick you up in, let’s say? An hour?”

“Sounds fine.” I giggled.

“C’ya then.”

“Bye,” I walked home with a little bounce in my step. I don’t know why though, it’s not like I like him…or do I?

An hour later I was ready with my hair in a ponytail, I was dressed in a black skirt, white lace top, and I put on CK1 perfume. I sat at the kitchen table and my mum was going crazy at me for not staying home tonight since it was my first night here. She always has to make a fuss about things I do. It wouldn’t matter if it was my firth night here, she still would be going mad about it.

“And you wonder why your brother talks shit about you. You never want to spend time with your family. You’re always wanting to know your famous friends and us little people are last on the list.” I don’t know why she calls herself ‘little people’ she’s taller than me. “Your brother was right. You don’t come back for us, oh yeah; I know why you’re here. It is because that group you like are doing a tour here? I bet it is. Those bands with weird hair and tattoos all over them. I don’t know what you see in them. I don’t know why you like them, it can’t be their music since you like Westlife and all them nice boys.” O…k… My mum doesn’t know people change? I liked boy bands when I was 15!

“Well, mum maybe you should take more notice of me and you WOULD know I don’t like Westlife anymore! I don’t like Pop music anymore! I like Green Day, Good Charlotte, Rancid, and all them. And it doesn’t mean I’ve changed, I’m still me, I’m still Skye. Can’t you see that?” I felt like crying she gets me so mad.

“Don’t you raise your voice to me!”

“I didn’t.” I muttered.

“Yes you did, and anyway, I don’t like them bands.” Whoop de do. Who cares? “You should have more respect for me. I brought you up on my own. Maybe you should go stay at your father still you love him so dearly.” What the hell?

“I haven’t seen him in like two years. What’s he got to do with anything?”

“You know perfectly well what he has to do with it. When you see him, I don’t see you arguing with him.” Cuz he doesn’t start with me first! “You suck up to him!”

“What the hell? Don’t start with me just cuz I’m going to have dinner with a friend.”

“I’ll start whenever I feel like it.” The doorbell rang. “I’ll get that.”

“No. It’ll be Charlie, I will.” I got up from the chair but she was already out of the kitchen and at the door.

I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair and bag off the table. I walked to the door and Charlie smiled at me. My mum was talking to him. “You seem like a nice boy. Oh can you sign something for this girl that lives down the road? She absolutely loves you.” I rolled my eyes.

“We don’t have time.” I said walking past her.

“Well, maybe some other time then.” She said. “I’m glad Skye has found a nice boy. Better than all those other boys she runs around with.”

“C’mon.” I said rolling my eyes again and grabbing Charlie’s hand.

“Bye.” He said walking behind me. “She’s nice.” He said to me as we walked down the path.

“You don’t have to live with her.” I said honestly. She’s always nice to people’s faces and then once they’re gone, she talks shit about them. She’ll be on the phone right now to Dawn or Shelley talking about my new ‘boyfriend’ and calling him for everything and putting me down. I’m so used to it though. I can’t hide anything from the media cuz she tells everyone. It gets on my nerves!

We went to a hotel restaurant for dinner. He asked me where I wanted to go and I haven’t been here for so long. When I actually lived here I would come down to this place just for lunch or something; at least once a week.

“Wow, Hi, how have you been?” The barman asked me as me and Charlie went up to order our food.

“Good. What about you?”

“I’m fine. Thanks. I got your album. Did you know this whole town is so proud of you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, they are. The kids are always requesting your videos to be played on that music show across the street. They love you!” Wow.

“Cool.”

“So what can I do for you two young people?”

“Food. Umm…I want a salad and a vodka, please.” I said.

“I’ll have the same but put steak on there too.” I eyed Charlie.

“You eat meat?” I said with a disgusted face.

“What’s wrong with that? Don’t tell you’re a vegetarian.”

“Actually, I am.”

“Coming right up,” The barman said. I forget his name and I don’t want to be rude and ask it.

Me and Charlie went to a table and sat down. I looked around the little hotel. It still had all the old pictures up: Elvis, James Dean, Sid Vicious, Marilyn Monroe. A really old chandelle that they got at a garage sale for twenty dollars a few years back. People were lined up at the bar in the next room, drinking their beers or spirits. Kids were running around the place, playing games, while their parents socialized with their friends. There were a group of people that caught my eye, I don’t know why but they seemed familiar and I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t put my finger on who they were.

“You know them?” Charlie spoke taking me out of my daydream.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” I looked around at him.

“This place is nice.”

“Yeah. Cosy. I love it!”

Our drinks came and I sipped at my Vodka and Coke. I felt that icky feeling in my stomach nearly right away. I put the drink down and excused myself and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at myself and washed it with water, “You are not going to be sick here, you just can’t be!” Maybe if I had a glass of water it would settle it?

A girl came out of one of the stalls and washed her hands. I watched her from the corner of my eye. She smiled at me so I did the same back.

“You’re a singer, right?” She asked. Her voice was low and sweet.

“Yeah.” I simply answered.

“Yeah. My fiancée worked with you or something.” Hmm… ok.

“Who?”

“Benji. Good Charlotte.” Oh-my-god. This can’t be happening! Why do I always get stuck in these situations? I never wanted to meet her!

“Oh, yeah. Same building, we didn’t work together though.” I said as nicely as I could. I didn’t want to be a bitch to her.

“Yeah, he never stops talking about you. Sometimes it gets old. He’s here if you want to see him,” I don’t want to see him.

I felt my throat tightening up and I raced to a stall and puked. I felt like sitting down on the floor and brawling my eyes out but the girl was watching me.

“Are you ok? Do you want me to get someone?”

“No…no, I’ll be fine. Just sick is all.” And why does she have to be so sweet? I wished she would be a real bitch so then I could have something to moan about but she’s…so nice! Benji’s an ass to have cheated on her! I looked up at her. She was standing over me. I noticed she had freckles and her eyes were green. She wasn’t wearing much make-up today; just a little eyeliner and lip gloss. She was pretty, with her straight, brown hair down and flowing at her shoulders.

“Are you sure? It wouldn’t be a problem.” She said again.

“No. I’ll be fine.” I stood up straight and went to the sink. Washed my face and dried my hand’s on the paper towels that were put to the side. “Thanks, anyways.”

“No problem. I’m Blair by the way.”

“I’m Skye.” I opened the bathroom door, “I better get back to my date.” Did I just say date? Oh, ok, I better cut that out before it really does become a date.

“Are you ok?” Charlie asked as I sat back down.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said still feeling a little sick.

“I went and put a song on, just waiting for the other song’s to finish.”

“Oh, what song?”

“Good Charlotte’s ‘Little Things’ I thought you liked them so I put it on for ya,” Aww how sweet!

“Thanks. I actually do like that song.”

“Good. I was worried you wouldn’t.” I giggled. He knows what I like? I suppose he would know I like Good Charlotte, but I’m sure there’s more songs of theirs on the Juke Box, and he picked one of my favourites!

“Skye?” The barman called me over. I went over and he put the two plates on the counter. “It’s on the house.”

I grabbed the plates. “No. We’ll pay.”

“Don’t be silly, how often do we get our favourite girl in here?” I blushed. “It’s on the house, alright?” I nodded.

“Thanks.” I went back over to the table and passed Charlie his plate of Salad and Steak and sat down with my salad.

“You’re seriously a veggie?” he asked me.

“Yep. I have been for years now. Meat is so horrible, plus it’s an animal.” I said matter-of-factly.

“True, but it is nice.” I heard some yelling, not arguing yelling but fun yelling. I looked into the bar and saw a girl getting wrestled to the ground by a guy with pitch-black hair. They were laughing and another guy went over to them and dragged the one with pitch-black hair off the girl on the floor. I laughed. They looked like they were having so much fun. I heard Charlie laugh too.

As the guy came up from the floor I recognised him. He looked straight at me and I blushed. I looked away as soon as I noticed and said to Charlie, “I think we should go.”

“Why? We haven’t finished eating.”

“I don’t feel too well.” I didn’t want to be there with him here. I didn’t want him to think I was with Charlie. It was driving me nuts! Maybe if she wasn’t here I would feel more comfortable. Maybe if me and him didn’t do them things, I would feel more comfortable. Maybe if I didn’t fear being pregnant to a guy who was getting married, I would feel more comfortable. No matter what though, I still done them things with him, I still throw up every time I smell food, or have a drink, and I still have feelings for him!

Why did I have to go to the studio that day? Why did he come down and make those passes at me? Why didn’t I say no? Why couldn’t I say no? I’ve been foolish my whole life and dated guys that treated me like shit, but Benji was different. Benji was just one thing that turned into so much. He didn’t treat me like others, he knew what I wanted, I could tell he knew but I just thought he was scared of something. Scared of fallin’ in love. Scared of commitment. Scared of girl’s. Or he had been hurt in the past too badly to want any of that. Then I find out he’s getting married. Getting married to Blair Stephens. A beautiful girl who has everything she ever wanted. Grew up in a nice town, where most celebrities have. Los Angeles is her home and has been since she was a little girl. Then she had gone to photography school and became what she wanted. She is beautiful, rich and famous, AND on top of that, she has the man of my dreams. The ONLY man I’ve ever really wanted, besides Ashley, and she’s getting married to him!

“OK, we can go.” Charlie said getting up and putting his jacket on.

“Thanks.” I said getting up myself and grabbing my jacket and bag. I didn’t want to take much time. I just wanted to get out of there.

“Hey, Skye, come here.” The barman asked me. I went over to him. “There’s a young couple in the bar who want’s you to join them.”

“I have to go though. Tell them I will see them later? Thanks.” I thought it would be Benji and Blair. I didn’t want to sit with them. I didn’t even want to be there with them.

Charlie dropped me off home and asked me if I wanted to go out some other time too. I said yes, he really is a nice guy. I felt ashamed to have left like that though. The poor guy just wanted to talk and I got scared of seeing Benji that I fled.

When I got in the door, I heard talking coming from the kitchen. I walked in and my eyes grew with excitement and surprise. “DANIEL!” I screamed.

He turned to me with his brown eyes and yelled, “SKYE!” I run up to him and hugged him. He still gave the same brotherly hugs like he always has, they always say, you can tell what a person is like from their hugs, and my brother was no different. Even though we hardly talk or see each other, he’s always been my favourite person! I know I can always turn to him when I need someone to talk too or just to have some company.

“How have you been?” I asked him as we pulled away.

“Good. What about you? How’s L.A. been treating you?” He gave me a warm smile.

“Fine. I just finished my new album. You so have to buy it when it comes out!” I told him.

“What do you mean buy? I’ll get it for free, yeah?”

“Just because you’re my brother, it doesn’t give you any rights to not pay for things, you know.” I laughed. I was joking, of course.

“Well, we can see you got sarcastic being away for so long. Who taught you?” We laughed. “Come ‘ere, little sis.” He grabbed me in another tight hug. OK, you’re probably thinking we’re like the prefect brother and sister, but believe it or not we do act like this most of the time. But other times we are at each-others throats like Cats and Dogs. My mum once had to separate us when we were teens because we fought that much. She sent Daniel to dads for a week just for us to cool down. Thinking back, I can’t even remember what it was about. Probably over a CD or picture or something really stupid like that. I remember once I brought Eternal’s Greatest Hits album and because he liked them and didn’t have it, he offered me money for it, I refused and then he broke the CD in half. I cried for 2 hours after that just to get him in trouble. It worked too!

We sat up that night just talking about life, and what’s been happening. We got on the subject of guys and I told him about what happened with Benji.

“So, let me get this right: You had an affair with him, which you didn’t know it was an affair because he didn’t tell you he had a girlfriend, and now you think you might be pregnant?” I nodded. “Are you sure you‘re pregnant?”

“No. I think I might be though. I’ve been throwing up a lot.” He stared at me for, what felt like an hour. He then got up and paced the room.

“You should go see a doctor or something.”

“No.”

“Why not? You have to know for sure. It might just be something else that’s making you throw up.” He said. I know he was right, but if the test came back positive I will die. “Have you had your monthly’s?”

“It hasn’t been a month and I’m not due yet.”

“Ok then, I’ll take you to the doctors tomorrow morning.” I shook my head. “You have to see. I’ll come with you.”

I told him; “I’ll just wait and see if it happens again. If it does, I’ll go to the doctor.” He agreed with that and then I went to bed.
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A/N: Sweet Vicious - Yeah, you aren't annoying. Thanks to everyone whose been giving feedback and rating this :* - next chapter up ASAP
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