Falling Down(93)

"I only see you, Lucy. Only you."




Chapter Sixteen
Lucy
In spite of all the support I'm receiving from everyone, I'm a nervous wreck--it doesn't help that my mother called to tell me she would be at the press conference. Shit.
"Who was it?" Sera asks, walking out of the bathroom.
I sigh. "Mom."
"No." Her eyes wide, her mouth gaping.
"Oh yes, yes Regina will be there. God damn it! FUCKING COCKSUCKER!"
Jesse walks in chuckling. "She's swearing again," he says walking over to me, pulling me to him, and giving me a toe-curling kiss.
"Wow. Yeah," I say, my vision unfocused.
"Holy shit, Jesse," Sera says with a laugh. "You're magic. Your kisses calm her down and blank out her mind. It's awesome."
Jesse grins.
"She does the same thing to him," Ben says with a chuckle .
"Legit," Jesse agrees and they fist bump.
"My mom is going to be there," I groan and throw myself on the bed face down.
"So what?" Ben asks.
"My mother is…"
"A bulldozer. A whirlwind. A tornado."
Ben nods. "Destroyer of all that is good?"
"And then some," Sera tells him.
"You've got an hour and we need to leave, Lucy," Jesse reminds me as they head into the media room.
"I know," I pout like a baby but I can't help myself. I don't want to do this. Don't. Want. To. If I stomp my foot, then my imitation of a three year old will be complete. Ugh. Suck it up, Luce. I walk to the bathroom and start applying my eye shadow when there's a knock at the door.
I walk over, enter the code, and on the other side stands my savior. I squeal, "Spenser!"
"Oh Lucy, I knew you needed me for this circus your mother's forcing on you."
"How did you know?"
He picks up the remote on the bedside table and turns on the TV where there's a picture of me, notes about a press conference, speculation about why I'm not acting anymore, speculation about Jesse, assumptions about everything.
Spenser flicks channel after channel. Same shit, different channel.
"Ugh, turn it off."
"Did I hear my name on the news?" Jesse asks coming out of the game room.
"You did. Get used to it, not that you aren't already, being the sexy super rockstar that you are," I say, rubbing my hand over his amazing ass.
He grins. "There's no time for that so don't get me started."
"No, there's not, so let's get started," Spenser scolds. I take a seat in a chair by the windows.
"No, dressed first," he motions to the bathroom. I look at him and notice he's carrying a dress bag.
"Okay."
He closes the door behind him and locks it. "Everything you need is in this bag including bra and panties, shoes. Get moving. We're short on time."
I strip my clothes off and toss them into the laundry hamper before putting on lacy lemon yellow boypants and a strapless yellow bra.
"Yellow?"
"Mhmm. Looks fab with your dark brown hair."
"Okay."
He pulls out a yellow dress and slips it over my head before I even get to look at it. He zips up the back and it fits like a glove.
I look in the mirror and gasp. This dress is gorgeous. It's some form of cotton/spandex/nylon blend that is stretchy and unbelievably comfortable. The scooped neckline lands just above my breasts showing just a hint of cleavage. The yellow and white polka dot cap sleeves are so short they could almost be considered straps. There's a line of polka dots along the hem of the dress which falls just above my knees. Next Spenser hands me a pair of sandals identical to the red ones I wore on the video shoot except these are yellow with white polka dots.