Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 2

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 2

LA Bound

“I’ll miss you, honey!”
I rolled my eyes at the annoying sound
of my mother’s voice claiming she would
miss me. She would only miss me
because I was the one who did the
chores and the cooking.

“Yeah, see you.”
With that, I ignored my mother’s pout,
grabbed my luggage and walked over to
security. I know it’s rude but whatever.
My mother didn’t care about anything
other than herself. If she cared for me as
well, she would have gotten a better job
than the hot secretary, Miss Campbell, at
my high school and stopped flirting with
my classmates.

That was why I had to do this, to help
myself achieve my goal – getting into
Harvard. Harvard was my dream college
because not only was it an Ivy League,
but because my father went there. I
hardly remember him, but I know he
was intelligent and caring – nothing like
my mother. But he had died when I was
six and since then I had started my
lonely life.

After collecting my duffel bag and
putting my shoes back on, I walked
away from security. To kill time, I sat on
a bench and took out a book I packed –
The Shining by Stephen King. It was an
hour before I could clamber onto the
plane – to me it felt like forever, though.
Steve had booked me a first class seat,
but it was a shame I was planning on
sleeping the whole plane ride so I
couldn’t admire all facilities I was able to
use. Once I took my seat in the
comfortable leather seat, I leaned my
head against the palm of my hand,
closed my eyes and let myself escape
reality.
* * *
When I had finally woken up, the plane
was landing at LAX. I looked out of the
window of the plane to see sunshine
and smiled. I couldn’t wait to see Los
Angeles. I barely ever travelled, since my
mother didn’t care about what I wanted.
Once we landed and I finally was able to
hop out from the stupid plane, I
searched for Steve. I hadn’t seen him in
three years, since he had become so
busy with being a manager for
celebrities.

The crowd was thick so I did the thing I
see all the times in movies – I stepped
onto a nearby seat and stood up, so I
could see over the crowd better. People
stared at me and I ignored them.
“Lainie!”

Turning around at the sound of my
name being called, I found my uncle. He
still looked the same. It’s probably the
‘Campbell never-aging and always
looking beautiful gene.’
“Hey Steve.”
“Great to see you, Lainie!”

He opened his arms wide for a bear hug
and I laughed. After we let go, Steve
smiled and grabbed my luggage, so I
was only left holding my duffel bag.
Ok then.

“You’re getting taller,” he observed.
I frowned. I was one of the shortest
people in my grade since I was quite
petite. “I know I’m short, you don’t need
to lie.”

Steve laughed. “Well, you are short, but
before you were no higher than my
shoulder.”

We continued to catch up as we walked
out of LAX. The sun burned brightly and
the heat was suffocating. When we
arrived at his car, I raised an eyebrow – a
sleek, black, Mercedes Benz C-Class
Sedan.

“Nice car,” I say, tilting my head and
assessing it.

“Thanks.” Steve grinned and slid in. I got
in too, feeling very uncomfortable. I
didn’t want to ruin anything. It was just
so … clean.

I was used to the old aqua Corolla my
mother and I shared. He turned up the
radio and we sang along to 80’s music.
Yes, that was one thing we had in
common – loving 80’s music.

The car ride was cheery and fun and he
took me along a little tour of Beverly Hills,
down Rodeo Drive. We passed
celebrities homes including Jennifer
Aniston, George Clooney, Janet Jackson
and one of my favourite comedians,
Eddie Murphy. I admired the structures
of their mansions and even wrote down
some ideas for my designs in my
notebook (to which Steve laughed at).

After the tour, I sensed we were near
Henry Parker’s home.

“Lainie,” Steve said, pointing up ahead.
“There’s the house you’ll be staying from
now on.”

I looked up, out of the window and the
sun was setting. Streams of light shone
onto the large white mansion where I
was staying at.

The driveway was huge and it was
paved around a large fountain, where
water poured out of a frog’s mouth. The
front door had a stained glass panel and
two pot plants sat next to the large
marble columns on the front porch.
As Steve opened the imposing gates to
the mansion, I gawked. I couldn’t believe
I was staying in a mansion.

After parking the car in front of the
porch, we hopped out and dragged my
luggage to the door. Steve fished out a
set of keys from his pocket and
unlocked the front door. He flicked on
the lights to reveal the inside – shiny
tiled floors, high ceilings with golden
chandeliers, and pearl-coloured walls.

The windows down the hallway were
large, clear and white-paned. It showed
a great view of the backyard, where a
curved shaped pool sat, sparkling. There
were trees and pot plants too, with dark
brown resting chairs and white large
umbrellas for shade.

The house was so beautiful. If the house
was this beautifully decorated, the
owner must be a good person. I felt
slightly better at the thought.

“Henry!” Steve yelled. “Get your butt
down here!”

I flinched as I realised I was going to
meet the guy I would have to pretend to
be engaged to for the next few months.
Steve told me to leave my bags by the
door and led me to the lounge room to
my right. The lounge was spacious and
quite modern, with the sleek LCD
hanging on the wall and the U shaped
leather sofa. God, the room was bigger
than the kitchen and lounge room back
put together back at home!

I took a seat with Steve and as he
started talking about the fake
engagement, I heard a voice behind me
say, “So you’re my fake fiancée.”