Fake Fiancee

Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is kind of short! But to make it up I've posted the pictures of the characters up!! :) AND OMGG I'M SO STUPID!I'M SO SO SO SORRY TO THE PEOPLE WHOM I COMMENTED SAYING "CHPT 5" IS UP! :( I meant chapter 6! xoxo

April

HENRY PARKER FINDS LOVE!

On a perfect sunny day on Venice Beach, a certain young actor was spotted with a new mystery girl. Yes, that’s right, it was twenty one year old, Henry Parker! Witnesses say they had both raced through the water and that young Mr Parker had given his girl a piggyback ride. After, the two had embraced each other and shared a cute kiss! But we don’t need to think Henry has a ‘mystery’ girl, because we have possibly found out her name! Sixteen year old Gabrielle Anderson had claimed she had talked to Henry Parker and that he had introduced his mystery girl as ‘Lainie’ his new girlfriend. This has been a shock for many people, as Henry Parker isn’t the type to commit. So is it really true? Has the boy who used to get wasted at clubs every weekend finally found ‘the one?’

…

Yawning, I sipped my iced chocolate and out from the kitchen and into the lounge, where Henry was kicking back on the sofa reading the tabloids.

“Well done Lainie! I’m really proud of your acting skills!” Steve praised as I shuffled into the room.

Henry frowned, realising that his manager was praising his pretend girlfriend, when he was actually the real actor here. “And what am I, a cactus?”

“Actually you’re a jerk,” I answered cheerfully, plopping myself on the navy leather armchair by the window. I saw Henry roll his eyes. Steve handed me the papers to read and I flinched at the large black and white picture of Henry and I in the water kissing.

Now was where the glitzy life of a celebrity’s girlfriend was going to start. Everyone now knew who I was.

“Anyway guys, I’ve had requests for interviews but I’ve held them off until after this Saturday,” Steve continued, clasping his hands.

“What’s on Saturday?” I asked feeling like an idiot, as Steve and Henry were both giving me weird looks.

“I’m proposing to you this Saturday,” Henry said slowly, as if I was dumb.

“Weren’t you listening before?” Steve asked. “A few days ago?” I shrugged. I didn’t remember anything.

Steve sighed. “I’ve planned the whole thing out. It was hard, but last week I reserved a table for both of you outside Wilshire Restaurant on the patio. It’ll look romantic and real. I also hinted anonymously to the paparazzi that both of you were going to be there around eight, so that’s when they’ll arrive.”

“I thought our reservation was for seven,” Henry said, frowning.

“It is. That gives you time to order, wait for the food and eat,” Steve explained. “Oh Lainie, you’ll need to find a dress to wear.”

I automatically groaned loudly. Dresses never looked good on me. “Can’t I wear like … a skirt? I hate dresses.”

Steve shook his head. “A dress.”

I grimaced making him laugh at me. “Don’t worry Lainie. It’s not that bad.”

“That’s because you’re not the one wearing it!” I burst out.

Steve let out a little sigh, rubbed his temples and turned to Henry for help, but the guy was just smirking at us. Typical.

“Lainie, stop arguing,” Steve sternly said. “You are going to wear a dress.”

I sighed. I guess there was no use arguing since he was as stubborn as I was … I think.

“I don’t even know how to pick a good dress,” I grumbled. “All dresses look bad on me.”

“That’s not true. Every girl can look beautiful in a dress,” Steve reassured. “I’ve called April to help with your shopping tomorrow. You also need to update your closet with designer clothes since they might criticise you for your fashion choice …”

I shuddered at the thought of shopping and designer clothes. “I’m sure everyone will love jeans and tees and Converse.”

“But you can’t keep wearing that all the time,” Steve said pursing his lips.

“Alright, I’ll go. And wait … who’s April?”

Henry looked me in the eye and answered, “My sister.”

* * *

So today I’m going shopping down Rodeo Drive for a dress to wear to the restaurant where Henry will be ‘proposing’ to me.

I was sitting on the sofa watching re-runs of Friends in an off-the-shoulder gauzy white top, dark skinny jeans and gold sandals. I had chosen something a bit nicer than I’d usually wear to please Steve. As I sat there worried about shopping (I had never been the shopping type), the doorbell rang. I switched off the TV and quickly got up. When I opened the door, I was surprised.

I had expected a tall dark haired beauty like Henry, since they were siblings. Instead, I faced an ordinary looking girl about my age. She was pretty though, but not as ‘bam’ as Henry. But that wasn’t a bad thing. She had wavy red hair and was about my height with dimples in her rosy cheeks. She was the complete opposite of Henry which actually made me feel better.

“Hi, I’m April! You’re Henry’s girlfriend, Lainie, right?”

I smiled weakly and nodded. April was bubbly and optimistic, so different from the smirking indifferent Henry. She wouldn’t stop beaming at me. “My whole family are so excited to meet you! Henry’s never had a steady relationship.”

“Oh, I can tell,” I replied, smirking. Who would want to be with a jerk like him anyway? April laughed and told me we better get going. I nodded and followed her out onto the driveway to her silver Porsche.

“Is it me or does everyone here have fast cars?” I asked out of the blue.

April grinned. “Welcome to LA.”

Once we arrived at Rodeo Drive, we went into nearly all the shops. April bought me heaps of new clothes, especially ones which were just too pretty for me to wear. I had new dresses, skirts, jackets, cute tops and heels. Oh my goodness. Even four inch ones. How could I even walk in that?!

We also found a strapless cream champagne cream dress with a sweetheart neckline for the proposal occasion. April didn’t know Henry was proposing to me and she didn’t question me when I said I needed to find a dress. Actually, she ended up buying me heaps of dresses. The dress also had beautiful gold detailing and actually looked ok on me. April had got frustrated because she spent twenty minutes trying to convince me I looked better than ‘ok.’ It was quite funny actually. She kept stomping her feet.

After all that shopping, it was around four and I was starving. We headed to a nearby café and I felt like a kid, ordering cheesecake and chocolate milkshake, while April ordered a 'Caramel Latte Macchiato' and a muffin. We talked while we waited for our food and I liked that she was pretty easy to talk to.

“Can I ask you something?” April suddenly asked.

I nodded.

“What do you want to do in life?”

I smiled, as April looked earnestly at me. “I want to be an architect.”

April’s brown eyes widened slightly. “An architect? Wow!”

I nodded. “I’ve always loved looking at historical buildings and stuff, and I love designing, so yeah.”

“Hi five, sister! I love designing too!”

I was glad we at least had one thing in common. After all the shopping, I didn't think so. “What do you want to do then?” I asked, curious as to what she would say.

April bit her lip and looked down, but her eyes sparkled still. “I want to be a fashion designer,” she whispered.

“That’s cool, April!” I reassured. I had no idea why she looked so down. Did she think she was no good at it? “You have a great sense of fashion, seriously.”

“Thanks." April blushed. “I want to open my own boutiques called Rozette. I’ve made designs of heaps of different types of clothing and I’m studying fashion designing and business at UCLA."

I nodded. It was good that April had everything planned out already. "Can I ask you something though?" I asked.

"Sure!" April chirped.

I took a deep breath and looked her in the eye, as I sensed my question was an invasion of privacy. "Why do you look so ... unsure about it?"

April jutted her lips out as she thought about something. "My father … he doesn’t think I’ll be successful. We had a huge argument when I told him my dream. I hardly visit my parents. If I do, it’s my mother or on occasions like Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

Wow.

I felt really bad for April. I mean, my mother just didn’t care about what I wanted to do, but April’s father didn’t believe in his daughter. I found myself asking a question I couldn’t help asking. “What about Henry?”

April sighed. “Father and Henry don’t get along. Henry’s reputation as a bad boy ruined our family reputation. And it was my father’s dearest wish for Henry to take over the company he owns. They used to fight a lot but now they just ignore each other. But Henry and I visit our parents for our mother. She loves us so much and I feel sad leaving her with our father, when he doesn’t really give a damn about anything.”

Knowing this I felt bad for Mrs Parker, April and Henry, which is weird.

Well, I mean the pitying Henry part was weird.