Faded (Rock Star Trilogy)

stairs and into my room. I walk out the double doors where Bridgett is lying in a lawn chair, holding a book. When she hears the doors open, she looks up at me.
    “It's so beautiful here,” she says, motioning towards the garden below. I nod my head in agreement.
    “We have to come back in the spring. You will love it here then,” I suggest.
    “Maybe. If you get a break.” She laughs.
    “When you have a life as crazy as mine, you learn to take breaks. Sometimes you just have to do stuff for yourself, even if it means pissing everybody else off.” It's then that I realize part of the reason why I ran. I don't want Bridgett or Stephan to be a part of this crazy life . I wanted them to have a shot at normal. Whether they realize it or not, their lives are about to be turned upside down… And I don't think they realize just how chaotic this life is.
    “Sounds reasonable.”
    I have to ask. “I want you to realize, we are about to start filming. If you want to back out, now is the time. Are you completely sure this life is what you want?”
    She looks at me, and without hesitation, she answers. “Scarlett, I have thought about it a lot. This is what I want, to be here with you, in this craziness. There is nowhere else I'd rather be.”
    I pull her into a hug. “I love you, Bridge. Don't ever forget that, okay?”
    “I love you, too.”
    We pull back. “Will you be there with me? When I confront her?”
    “Are you sure you want me there?” she asks. “It's so personal, Scar.”
    I nod my head, thinking about the documentary. “I'm sharing it with the world. I need you there with me. I don't think I can do it without you.”
    “Then, I will be there,” she promises.
    Together, Bridgett and I get ready. Bridgett lets me fix her hair, which somehow helps calm me. She always puts her hair in a bun, so I leave it down. I straighten it, and then do the same to mine. We both stand in front of the mirror, and are in awe of how identical we are.
    We both wear a cute sundress. I do end up wearing blue, and Bridgett wears pink. The only difference is she wears flats, and I wear a pair of five-inch heels.
    “Why do you always wear heels?” she asks, as I do her makeup. I'm fixing hers dark, exactly like I do mine.
    I shrug. “I like them. They make me feel good about myself.”
    “A confidencebooster… I get it. They do make your legs and butt look good. You should see the way Stephan looks at you when you aren't paying attention. He's so in love with you.” She sighs. “I hope one day I find somebody who loves me half as much.”
    “Stephan looks at me with lust, not love.” I feel like I should warn her, again. “Look, I love Alec, but you should know, he's a player. Don't fall for him.”
    “Wasn't going to.” She crinkles her nose. She's very convincing, but her eyes tell another story. I am about to comment when Stephan sticks his head in the door.
    “Stephan! Ever hear of knocking? What if I was naked?” I yell at him.
    He smiles. “A guy can dream…”
    I roll my eyes at him.
    “I just came to tell you that your mom pulled up.”
    Bridgett stands up beside me.
    “Do you think she'll be able to tell us apart?” I wonder out loud.
    “I can. It's not that hard.”
    I hope that she will be able to, but I seriously doubt it. She's hardly spent time with me. But, she is my mother. Certainly if my boyfriend of… crap, how long have we been dating? Three weeks? Does the two weeks I was gone count? Anyway, point is, if Stephan can tell us apart, certainly my mom can too.
     
    1:07 PM
    Heartless.
     
    I go downstairs first. Alec follows me with a camera, which once again makes me question if I made the right decision. Do I really want the world to see this? But, it's too late to back out now.
    “Scarlett.” My mom's voice is tight, and I can tell she is shocked to see me. Then she looks over at Alec, holding the camera. “Alec,” she smiles. It's a fake smile. “When did you two get here?”
    “This morning,” I answer, then point at the camera. “Did dad tell you that we're doing a documentary for MTV?”
    Just then the front door opens, and an older guy walks inside. He looks about 55, and I can tell by looking at his expensive suit that he's rich. Or maybe the suit was bought with my money. He sees Alec and me, and he freezes instantly. He knows that they are both caught. Both of my parents have been seeing other people for quite a few years, but they've never actually “admitted”