Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 5

5 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 5

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Not So Sweet Revenge
Waking up to the sunshine lifted my
spirits. Henry and I were supposed to be
hitting the beach today to hang out, so
people can see how ‘in love’ we are. Yes,
that means we have to act like we’re in
love, which means things like physical
contact. Also, the paparazzi would most
likely be there, and we were to ignore
them and pretend we’re in love.
Obviously, it had been Steve’s idea.
Ew, just ew.

I grabbed fresh clothes to wear and my
bright yellow towel and headed to the
bathroom. Even if we were going to the
beach, I still liked my morning showers.
Heading out of my room, I reached the
bathroom two doors down and quickly
turned on the shower and got in. I was
definitely not using the large, square
marble bathtub sitting in the middle of
the room. It was just so … fancy. The
shower would do.

The shower was nice and warm, just
how I liked it, even if it was a hot day. I
have no idea what I would do without
hot water. As the water trickled down
my face, I closed my eyes and sang the
chorus of 1234 BY Plain White T’s.
“There’s only one thing … to do … three
words … for youuu …”

“I love youuu …”
“There’s only one way … to say … those
three words … that’s what I’ll do …”
“I love youu …”

Then I froze. Why were the ‘I love you’
bits deeper than my own voice …?
Opening my eyes, I turned to find a
smirking Henry checking me out. He was
leaning against the doorway. I screamed
like hell and desperately attempted to
cover my body while doing so.
“AHHH! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW! HOW
DARE YOU!”

“Not my fault,” Henry said. “You left the
door unlocked.”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT! I PROMISE YOU
IF YOU DON’T I’LL KICK YOU DOWN
THERE!”
Henry hesitated, making me scream
again. Finally, he bounded out of the
room, scared I would fulfil my promise.

Once he was gone, I groaned and
fanned the blush from my cheeks. No
one had ever seen me without clothes,
except my parents when I was a baby.
Great, my enemy had seen me naked. Oh,
he was going to torture me.

Once I finished my shower, I headed
downstairs in my black and white polka
dot bikini with a tank top and board
shorts over, the ones which reached
halfway down your thigh.

As I entered the kitchen, Henry’s tan
cheeks turned a faint pink. Noticing this,
I raised my eyebrow. Did Henry Parker
just blush?! He was the most confident
guy in the world and he blushed?!

“You’re blushing because it’s hot, right?”
I said, just to tease him. I knew he
wasn’t pink from the temperature.

“Yeah,” Henry replied quietly. “Umm, I’m
going to take a shower too. Make me
breakfast, pancake.”

I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge
to look for something to eat as Henry
sprinted upstairs. Then, I remembered
something. Last night, I had thought of
ways to get my revenge on Henry and I
had come up with two ideas … so far.
I had poured water into half of a bowl
and placed it in the freezer to freeze.
Now I was supposed to pour milk and
cereal over the water and make it look
like a normal breakfast. Grinning
ecstatically, I grabbed the bowl from the
fridge and poured milk and Crunchy Nut.

I put one bowl for me as well and
started eating mine. When Henry finally
came downstairs for breakfast, I
laughed inside.

Oh, this was going to be good.
“There’s your breakfast,” I said, nodding
to his bowl.

Henry nodded and sat down next to me.
He stared down at his bowl, and then
took it to the sink.