“Heh, thanks Trey.” Hillary laughed as she looked over the planner. Taking a bite of her bagel, she noticed that Friday’s box was covered in a drawing of balloons and confetti with “Hillary’s B-Day” scribbled in Trey’s handwriting. “Oh my god!” She shrieked. Trey covered his ears and backed away. With all of her interviews and shoots and press and everything else going on, she had completely forgotten about her birthday. Just then her mom came through the door of the RV.
“What’s all this screaming I hear?” She asked.
“I just realized that my birthday’s on Friday!” Hillary laughed.
“Oh yes, that reminds me, I must call the caterers, get the maids to clean up the house, invite the guests. Oh, and Britney Spears is dying to meet you again.”
“Uh mom… I kind of wanted to have my own party. Y’know, small, with just a few friends.”
“But honey, none of the celebrities have small parties! And you are a celebrity now!”
“Mom, I don’t care about being famous, I just want a small party.”
“Well, how about this? On Friday, you can have your small party with your close friends. But on Saturday you’re having a party with every celebrity in Hollywood! Besides, just imagine how much stuff you’ll get.” Her mom turned and walked down the stairs of the RV to talk to more agents. Well, at least we both get what we want… She picked up her cell phone and scrolled through the phone book to “Lalaine.” Pressing “ok” she listened to the ring before her former co-star picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey girl what’s up?”
“Oh, hey Hil, how’s it going?”
“Pretty good. Look, I’m having a party Friday and wanted to know if you could come.”
“A huge star thing? You know I don’t go to those.”
“No no no… Just you, me, and maybe a couple other people. Just hanging ou... Læs hele novellen
