CHAPTER 3

Emilia's pov

I slide the key into the lock and went in, Becky and Sandy chattering while trailing behind me. I plump down on a single couch in the living room and they sit opposite me. I place one of my leg on my knee and began to pull off my sneakers.

"Guess what guys?.... Dylan is having a club party this weekend, there's gonna be booze and boos" she announces happily

"Yaaay!" Becky squeaks in excitement. I could only huff.

"Not only that!.... we are going out for a vacation this Sunday.... are you gonna come for the party Emmy?. I arch my brows and frown.

"Me ... no way sandy. I mean the last time I did, you guys escaped to the toilet. you two wasted an hour there!" I sigh as I remember that night. Two guys had followed them in. They were rolling in laughter.

"Oh poor you Emilia, I was only in need of a quickie!" she say inbetween her laughter. Becky cleaned off tears from her eyes.

" Now what's a quickie sandy?" They pause and exchange looks.

"Huh?... oh my gee! the virgin Mary dosen't know what a quickie is.... okay okay, a quickie means paying quick attention to pressing issues.... pressing issues like this". She expound and point inbetween her legs and they burst into another bout of laughter.

"Jeez.... Dylan is so damn romantic!. I hope I find my own prince charming who's gonna take my breath away" she says dreamily. Sandy eyes her amusingly. I told you, love is dumb. Sandy grabs a small cushion.

"Becky.... I could steal your breath away.... with this pillow over your face , I promise you five minutes you are on your way to see God!" She kneels on the couch. I laugh as I watch them.

"Should I try" sandy asks smirking. Becky face dissolves into a frown.

"Fuck you bitch!" she laugh and slap her arm.

"Ouch!" Sandy giggles and sit back.

"I was just trying to be a friend" I pull off the sneakers from the second leg and stretch my toes.

"Who's ready for a plate of lasagna?" I ask as I stand up and stretch. They stop playing immediately.

"You mean you prepared lasagna!" Sandy asks grinning. I nod

"Oh my!... I'm sleeping in the kitchen tonight" She giggles and run towards the kitchen.

"Me too!" Becky squeals and run after her. I plonk down on the couch. No food for me this night, I'm certain. I sigh as I hear them fighting over the food. I turn on the TV and it was a news station. The newscaster was broadcasting.

"Criminal wanted!."

I frown and lean back into my seat as they displayed the picture. Wait! Isn't he the guy I saw in the billboard while coming back from work and.... could this be a guy?. He looks so much like a girl. I stare at his picture. He had extremely long hair. They were so black and long. I bet his hair length would stop at the middle of his back. How could a guy have so much hair!. I stare at his eyes and I couldn't stop staring. His eyes were blue, so blue I could compare it with the sea. He had long dark lashes and his lips looking so full and pink. They stopped rolling his picture and the newscaster was broadcasting again

" Liam Paige escapes from the police cell two days ago, after taking down six cops. The cops are hot on his trail. Anyone who has information about his whereabout should report immediately to the nearest station. Thanks for doing your part as a citizen".

Another picture of his displayed on the screen. This time his hair was braided. I stare at his long braids that framed this face. Who's fhis guy? how could someone as cute has him be a criminal?

"Is this a guy?"sandy squeaks as she sit beside me, a plate on her laps. Becky sit opposite us and we watched the news.

I didn't even know when they came in.

"This can't be a guy!.... he's too beautiful to be a guy!"

"And damn look at those eyes, look at those soft looking lips, I can only imagine how they would feel on my cherry!" I gawped at her.

"Sandy!" Becky reprimands laughing. I don't really know what she means by cherry but I'm sure it's a dirty word.

"Guys, you really need to frequent the cathedral, to wash away your sins." I say tune the TV to another channel. Becky giggle and took a spoonful into her mouth.

"Really Emily you should have been a nun!.... you're just so naive!" sandy says and I glare at her.

"I'm not naive!.... I just don't want to be spoilt by your dirty talks." I roll my eyes and make my down the hall to my room. hear them roll in laughter. Seriously what was funny!. I had my bath and changed into my nightie. I walk back into the living room and they were dozing off. I sigh and tap sandy

"Oh Dylan you're so good" I frown.

"Sandy?" I tap her again my lips twitching in amusement. Sandy eyes flutters open and she rub her face.

"Oh fuck!.... why do you always interrupt my sleep!... especially when I'm having a hot make out with Dylan" She grumbled and I laugh. At least I know what making out means. I tap Becky and she wakes up too. I glance at my watch.

"Guys it's almost eight.... and I thought Dylan wanted you to come over tonight for your dresses?" I pack up the plates they had used.

"Oh my gee!!... I totally forgot!" she scrambles to her feet. I chuckle and walk to the kitchen, I drop the plates in the sink and returned back to the living room. They were ready to leave.

"Cheerio Emmy, see you tomorrow" Sandy gives me a quick hug same as Becky and I see them off to the door."

"Do come early tomorrow guys" I call after them as they walked to the gate.

"That's if I'm not spending the night with Dylan" She giggles and they walk out" I close the door and slide the lock in. Well.... Stacy and Becky lives in the same apartment. They had offered me to stay with them but for so many reasons I declined.

One of which is listening to sandy shouts of pleasure anytime Dylan comes visiting plus, the house had been where I and my dad lived, not untill he died two years ago. I padded to my room and squat under the bed. I pull out a box from underneath and open the cover. I giggle as I pull out a red short gown. I told you if you get to know a nerd, they would turn out to be a psycho. I pull off my nightie and put on the gown. It stopped mid thigh. I smile and took out black stilleto. i put it on and bring out a small makeup bag. Well the nerdy me would never makeup. But this isn't Emilia now. I'm a popstar okay. No one, not even Becky and sandy knows about my crazy dream.

I applied makeup on my face, brushed back my hair so it's smooth and straight and smile at my reflection. I took out a disc and insert it into the music player in my room, I turn down the volume as "Cheap thrills by sia" began to play I threw open my closet and reach for a guitar bag. I opened it

and took out my guitar. I come back to stand in front of the full length mirror and suck in my breath. Now this is Ciara pinkie, yeah, my popstar name. I look down my body fitting gown hugging at every curves in my body. My long smooth legs and high stilettos and my lips smeared with red lipgloss. I hold the guitar properly and close my eyes. I began to imagine thousand of people screaming my name and trying to touch me. I smile and began to play the guitar, mouthing along to the lyrics of the song. The crowds are screaming and waving flashlights.

"Pinkie!, pinkie!, pinkie!" They scream my name as I dance and play the guitar, the excitement running in my veins. I sing and dance, twisting my waist as the music played on. I blew a kiss to the crowd and they jeered in excitement. They keep screaming my name as I sing.

The music stops after some time and I open my eyes. The crowds are gone, no more shouts of "pinkie" again, no more flashlights, no more jeers. I puff out my breath and sit on the bed. I pull off my heels and place them back into the box, same as the dress and makeup kit. I push it back under the bed and walk to the closet. I return the guitar back into the bag and wash the makeup off my face. I put on my nightie and stare at my makeup free face. Now Emilia is staring back at me. I kneel beside the bed say my prayers and got under the duvet on my single bed. I close my eyes and sleep, dreaming of my popstar life.