It was raining. Fat, wet drops fell from the grayed-out sky as I walked into my apartment. Laughing, I shook out my wet hair and turned to find my sister, Katie Hargrove, sitting on my living room couch.
"Oh... you’re still here??" I jokingly said.
"Nice to know I feel loved here!!" She replied. I grinned, and tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter.
"Gabbie, have you SEEN the papers?!?" Katie said, jumping up.
I looked at her, puzzled. "No..." Katie thrust at me the Los Angeles Times.
"Front page, Arts and Entertainment section." She replied.
I glanced at her, amused, and flipped through the papers till I got to the Arts and Entertainment section.
"Oh. My. God." I gasped.
There was an article, about star sightings that had occured about a year ago at the Grand Opening of Ever After. Their two-year anniversary of the opening was being celebrated.
"April 1st, April Fools Day, was the beginning of the most popular club around here in LA, Ever After. But it was also the beginning of a beautiful friendship for Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell, and local Angeleno, Gabriella Hargrove. Gabbie, as people call her, shown here with her daughter Jasmine, is rumored to now be the Mother of Littrell’s child, and it’s said that they are now on bad terms."
I turned towards Katie. "How’d they know?!" I breathed.
She shrugged. "I dunno. Paparazzi can be scary people nowadays..."
I frowned. "What I wanna know, is how’d they get a picture of me and Jazzy?!?"
Katie shrugged again. "Who knows... maybe they’re watching us at this very moment!!!" She began to hum the mission impossible theme, and she started to prance around the room.
I looked at her amused. "I’m startin to wonder if i’m still related to you..."
"I love you too, Gabbie... oops! I’ll get it!!" Katie ran for the phone.
"Yo! This is da house of Hargrove!! How may I direct your call??" She said as she picked up the cordless.
"Hi, is Gabriella Hargrove there?"
"Ummm... just a sec..." She covered the reciever. "Gabbie, are ya here?!?" She hissed.
"Gimme that!" I grabbed the phone. "Hi, this is Gabriella speaking..."
"Hi... I’m Denise Mclean, I’m a friend of Brian’s?" I drew in a sharp breath. Katie began to hum the mission impossible theme again and a slight migraine began to wash over me.
"Hi, Denise, what’s up?" I asked wearily.
"Well, the Boys just saw the papers..."
"WHAT?!? How could they???"
"Hon, it’s in the papers in Orlando, too..."