Hey diary, its me again...
Chapter 82:
Brendon and I went and huddled up in his mom’s bed. This felt strange, too much like being married. Sure I wanted to get married but not now. Later in life. Let little girls think what they want of Brendon after they get famous. Then we’ll rip it all out from under them. We’ll take it away and crush their dreams. Ok I’m not that bad but yeah. After collage we’ll get married. Let him have fake girlfriends until then. I’ll allow it. I don’t want him to have to be cooped up with me forever. I just want to be sure my child will be the only one he fathers. Unless we have more later but no more girl carrying his babies. Who am I kidding? Brendon is hot. And irresistible. Much like ice cream. OH shoot cravings…
“Brendonnnnn”
“What Emma?”
“Can you get me some ice cream? And peanut butter?”
“Ok baby whatever you need”
“And a monster”
“But that’s bad for the baby.”
“But the baby wants it…”
“Well the baby can’t have it” I pouted big but I was making him change his mind. Minutes later he brought me back chocolate ice cream and peanut butter. I ate all the ice cream. Boy would I be fat.
“Brendonnnnn”
“What Emma?”
“Can you get me some ice cream? And peanut butter?”
“Ok baby whatever you need”
“And a monster”
“But that’s bad for the baby.”
“But the baby wants it…”
“Well the baby can’t have it” I pouted big but I was making him change his mind. Minutes later he brought me back chocolate ice cream and peanut butter. I ate all the ice cream. Boy would I be fat.