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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous	By : Elocin Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 5

Diana's POV.

How am I supposed to concentrate on reading with Carrie babbling on in the background? I glance over my shoulder and notice that she's reading some shitty teen magazine with Kelly on the cover. Wow, she's so intellectual.

"Kelly's so dumb." She snorts, dismissively flicking the page over. Lately she's been on a real anti-Kelly kick, can't figure out why, if anyone has a reason to diss on her it's me. Besides it's not like she can talk, Little Miss 'I haven't seen any stars cause it's been cloudy'

"Kelly's not dumb." I inform her, although I might be pissed at Kelly for being stubborn enough not to return my phone calls for several weeks, ever since the whole outing her to herself incident, doesn't mean that I'm going to let Carrie badmouth her. "She's just...smart in a different way."

"Hmmm." Carrie says, tossing the magazine back onto the coffee table and picking up my notepad. Is nothing sacred anymore? "Is this a new song you're working on?"
"Yeah." Now put it down and back away slowly.

"This is so great." Well I suppose it is kind of nice change to have a girlfriend (and I use that in the loosest sense of the word.) who actually supports me, rather than one who kicks me out of her life every time I tell her something she doesn't want to hear. "Gosh, you're so deep."

"I don’t know where you're getting that from Carrie, I'm actually really shallow. Honestly I'm no deeper than the average puddle." Yeah, she doesn't get it. Maybe I should draw her a diagram.

She puts the notepad down and sits next to me, pulling me into a rather awkward hug. You know how there are just some times when you don't want to be touched, this was one of mine.

"Well I don't think that's true. I think that you care a lot about the image that you project because you're afraid of people not liking the real you. So you do your best to adapt yourself to suit their perceptions of you, so you don't let them down. Like with me, you think that I see you as shallow and vain and incapable of having deeper feelings so you do you're best to be like that when you're around me. And your fans they expect you to be this perfect innocent little girl who never does anything wrong, so you play up to that as well. Sometimes I wonder, what with all this pretending, if you even know who the real you is."

…I blink, where the fuck did that come from? She must have picked up on my shock because now she's talking again.
"Sorry, I've been studying Psychology in my spare time. I didn't mean to ramble at ya like that."

Just when I think I've got Carrie all figured out she goes and does something like this.

"Wow, that was a whole lotta words." I say trying to stall for time. "Carrie I…" I'm cut off when my cellphone starts ringing. Saved by the bell, literally.

I grab my phone of the counter and grin as I see the name Sexy Kelly (What? I know a lot of Kelly's and sorting them by last name is boring) displayed on the caller id. It's about time she started returning my calls.

"Sorry, I gotta take this." I say to Carrie, who's disappointed but let's me go off into the bedroom without protest.

I flick the phone open. "It's about time you stopped sulking."

"Diana?"

"Obviously, Kelly. You called me remember, unless you haven't stopped ignoring me and only ended up calling me by mistake."

"No, it's not a mistake." She says quietly. She sounds weird, almost like she's been crying. "Are you in LA?"

"Yes. Why?" I sit on the bed and start kicking my feet restlessly. Hurry up and get to the point Kelly.

"Good. I need you to come to my place. Right now."

"Why? Did you kill someone and need me to help get rid of the body? Don't you think that you'd be better off asking Trey for help with that?" God, she hasn't spoken to me for weeks and now she just expects me to drop everything and come running the second she asks me to? Not likely.

"Trey's not…Diana you have to come. I need you, please." She sounds desperate.

"Okay, okay. I'll be there in thirty minutes. Okay?"

"Yeah, have you still got your key?"

"Yep."

"Good, use it. I'll be up in my bedroom waiting for you."

"Kelly, I swear to God, if this is just a booty call I'll…"

"It's not! I just really need to talk to you."

I'm not completely convinced but I agree. "I'll be there."

"Thank you." She says quietly and hangs up. That was rude. But then Kelly has never had the best manners.

"Who was it?" Carrie asks when I exit the bedroom although I'm fairly certain she already knows.

"Oh, just my lawyer, he wants me to come and sign some stuff."

"Now? But we were…" She looks rather disappointed and I feel bad about it but that doesn't mean I'm going to hang around here and let Carrie go all Dr. Phil on my ass again.

"I know. But have to go. Apparently this can't wait, something to do with some contracts or something." I put my hands on her shoulders. "I'll call you tonight. 'Kay?"

"Yeah. Whatever." Whatever? Is she blowing me off? And not in a good way.

"Okay, bye." I say after waiting for her to say something else. Anything else. I drop my arms from her shoulders and head for the door. So I'm surprised when she grabs and kisses me forcefully. So unlike her, maybe she's a pod person.

"I'm the one who loves you, not her. Just remember that." She looks scared. So I was right, she did know.

"I know. You haven't got anything to worry about." I assure her. I'm lying and she knows it but she let's me go anyway.

I don't know what I was expecting to find when I got to Kelly's apartment but it certainly wasn't to find her laying in bed under about fifty different blankets, looking absolutely miserable.

I lean against the doorframe and look at her.

"You were right." She admits once she notices me standing there.

"About what?"

"Everything." Good. It's about time she stopped living in the land of denial. But what the fuck is she so upset about. She's gay, not dying.

I go over to the bed and get under the many layers of cover and take her into my arms.

"I fucked Trey." She confesses.

"Was he any good ?"

"No…I don't know but it hurt. I didn't like it."

"Oh." Really, what else was I supposed to say to that.

"That's not all." She says, sitting up and retrieving something from the bedside table and handing it to me. It's a white plastic stick with a blue line on it. Why the fuck is she giving me this, I wonder, then it clicks. Oh shit.

"You're pregnant ?" I ask in shock, dropping the test onto the comforter once I realize that Kelly has peed on it.

"Yes." She chokes out before breaking down completely, sobbing and clinging at me like I can save her.

Well, fuck.

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