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I was happy. I had all I could want! My two loving dates—Millie and Wayne. I love both of those silly guys! Well, Millie judges everyone, and Wayne is kinda stupid, but y’all should know that. That doesn’t mean they’re not silly!
But recently, I have been feeling rather… I dunno, jealous? Maybe, just maybe it’s because Wayne always talks about that Hollywood wannabe, Nichelle! What’s even so special about her? She had a stunt double that did EVERY STUNT for her, so what good is that in the game?
Millie must’ve noticed my jealousy, because every time Wayne talks about her, she puts her hand on my shoulder and massages it—my weakness. Dammit Millie, how’d you figure it out?! She’s quite lucky that she did figure it out, or else I would’ve exploded on Wayne a long time ago.
“Y’know, you should really hang out with her sometime, she’s really cool,” Wayne said one day, “I’m sure she’ll like you too, ‘Brey!”
“Thanks for the invite, but she really isn’t my type, Wayne,” I answered, hoping I didn’t sound too harsh or jealous.
“Oh, alright. Except that she already accepted my invite to hang out with you.” He said, chuckling sheepishly.
“Wait, what?!” I yelled, shocked that he asked Nichelle before me. I was about to yell more, but remembered that Wayne was still dating me and Millie and just me and Millie. I reminded myself he didn’t have the heart to cheat.
“I thought you’d accept, I’m pretty sure she admires you,” he said. But she’d probably just said that to get my attention, because there’s no way Mrs. Hollywood admires me. I mean, who from Hollywood would? I bet she’s the only celebrity that actually acknowledges my existence.
“No, babe, that’s okay. I’d rather hang out with you or Millie, thanks for asking-” Wayne interrupted me.
“What I meant is that you have to hang out with her,”
Oh great. Now I not only despise that wannabe, but I have to hang out with her too. Great, just great. I wonder how that will go.
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“Oh, there you are! Uhm… what was your name?” I really thought she’d be better than that, but apparently, Nichelle has forgotten my name! She definitely admires me if she can’t even remember my name!
“Aubrey,” I say sternly. I didn’t come here to play. I came here to… hang out. Okay, maybe we could mess around, but I just ain’t in the mood for hanging out with someone I don’t like.
“Ah yes, Aubrey! You know that miniskirt is cute, right?” She complimented me. I thought she’d be picky and judge me because of how my socks were (one was up and the other was down), or because I’m wearing a robotics tee, but she complimented my miniskirt.
“Those pigtails really add to your outfit, and contrast your personality, and I find that neat,” she continued. I felt slightly offended. I knew I was mean to some extent, but saying that I looked nice in comparison to how mean I really was? I wasn’t that mean!
“What’s that last bit supposed to mean?”
“That I find it neat?”
“No! The other last bit!”
“Oh, that’s supposed to mean that I like how you could be two sided! Slightly mean, slightly nice, ya get it?”
Dammit, I couldn’t find proof that she was unlikable. She didn’t mean that in a way that could offend me. But she’s gotta have something! I mean, she’s from Hollywood! You all must know what Hollywood does to people!
But then, I accidentally complimented her back. “I-I like your beads, y’know, the ones in your braids?” I said with a stutter. Dammit, Aubrey, what’s going on to you?!
“Aww, thanks, dearie, I use them simply because I think they’re aesthetic!” Well, that’s a good reason. But I haven’t heard anyone use the word “aesthetic” in a while and… I like how it sounds when she says it.
…Was I just being nice? Like, 100% nice? Like how nice I am towards Wayne and Millie kind of nice? Wow, Hollywood does a lot to people, but it looks like being around someone from Hollywood can affect one too.