Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 40

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 40

Everyone stared at me wide eyed. I sensed I should quickly get it over and done with in case Veronica would start a scene. I nervously gave everyone a smile and gripped the microphone tighter. “So I have a dilemma,” I started to say. “My boyfriend has just dumped me for someone else-”

“Well he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on!” Some random guy hollered out from the crowd. I laughed lightly and so did others.
“Yes, well anyway, I need a man who can make me forget about that jerk -”

“I can!”
“No I can!”
“Pft, I’m a way better choice than
you !”

I smirked just a bit. Everything was going to plan. “So anyway,” I called out over the voices of the guys arguing. “I decided if you want to go on a date with me to show me how awesome of a guy you are, just give me your number, and I’ll just randomly pick one and call you … so how do you like that?”

As soon as I finished my little speech, the cheering started. I wasn’t really going on a date. I wouldn’t pick any numbers randomly, and I would never want to go on a date with them anyway. I felt my cheeks redden as someone called out with a dreamy look on his face, “Who are you?”

I spotted Veronica fuming out of the corner of my eye and then came up with an idea – a funny idea. “I’m the birthday girl’s sister,” I replied loudly with a grin.

I knew many guys would be bothering her and asking for my name, and I knew she’d be pissed because her so-called ‘sister’ was receiving more attention than her. And she was the birthday girl. “Happy birthday sis!” I called out to her, just to make her a bit angrier. She turned red and stormed off the dance floor angrily. My eyes then met Henry’s and he was looking at me strangely, but a tap on my shoulder made me turn around.

I found myself face to face with the singer from the band. He grinned sheepishly at me and took out a small piece of paper. “Here,” he muttered, handing it to me.

I gave him a gracious smile to hide my embarrassment. “Thank you.”

And after that, many guys and I mean many guys approached me and gave me their number. I was pretty sure I had more than twenty, which made me so happy. I was on cloud nine and I couldn’t wait to dress Henry up in the Elvis Presley costume.

The truth was – I had brought the costume along with me. It was still in the boot of a car Henry had rented for us so we didn’t have to travel by a limo all the time.

Keith decided to accompany me to the car and we frowned as a girl came stumbling towards us. I wrinkled my nose because she was obviously drunk. A slurred “ hiiiii ” came out of her, which made Keith flinch. I looked on curiously as she put her hand on Keith’s arm for support.

“Uhh … what are you doing?” Keith asked. I rolled my eyes at that. He could be so tactless sometimes. I bit my lip as the girl turned her outraged eyes to him.
“How dare-”

Her eyes then widened as she took Keith in. I think she was checking him out. Oh scratch that, she was
definitely checking him out. “Wow you’re … hot,” she murmured.

Keith smirked and replied, “My boyfriend thinks so too.”

The girl choked on what she was going to say next and started to run away, swaying from side to side as she tried to probably find a bush to puke. Laughter burst out from inside Keith andI.“Good one,” I managed to say while holding my stomach from laughing so hard.

“Yes I know,” Keith answered cockily. We both then turned to where we could hear the sound of the poor girl probably puking her guts out and grimaced. “I think we should go …”

“Agreed!”
We both then hurried to where Henry’s car was parked and once we reached it, I used the car keys to unlock the trunk. “He’ll look so ridiculous,” I exclaimed with a sly smile. Keith whistled as I took it out with a flourish.
“He’ll look more ridiculous in a Pink Panther costume,” Keith added with a mischievous grin.
My eyebrows drew together at his comment. “What …?”

Oh my god. Keith had brought a Pink Panther costume. He headed over to his car and took it out from the front seat. I burst out laughing when I saw it. “I can’t believe this!”

We both laughed some more and headed back to the mansion skipping. Well, I was the only one skipping, which was weird. I don’t do skipping.
“Well look who it is,” Keith suddenly said, giving a wink to Henry. I contained my laughter while Henry stood there with a wary expression.
“You brought costumes?” Henry asked while doing those cool one-eyebrow things. He turned to Keith. “I’m sure you’ll look stunning as the Pink Panther, Hudson.”

I gave Henry a small smirk. “Oh no,
we’re not wearing them. You are.”

Henry’s eyes widened slightly as he looked from me, to Keith and then to the costumes. His face was priceless! “So … which do you want to wear first?” I chirped happily. “I’ll give you a choice. Elvis or Pink Panther?”

Henry grimaced as he considered his two options. Slowly, he outstretched his hand and reached for the Elvis Presley costume. Keith told him to go and change and then to meet them on stage. While Henry walked away, Keith and I headed over to where the band was. I was going to ask for one more favour, although I felt like I was pushing my luck.

“Hey,” I greeted. The band members smiled at me (although one smirked, probably remembering me as the infamous girl looking for a hot date), so I continued. “So I was thinking … do you think I could borrow the stage? I’ve got some entertainment for everyone.”
The band happily agreed. Bless them.

As I got the stage ready, Henry came out of the back door and onto the patio wearing his Elvis Presley costume. My eyes widened because the costume fit him perfectly, although the pants were a little bit tight, which was a nice sight actually. I blinked and immediately slapped myself for thinking that. I looked up to find Keith staring at me as if I had just grown two heads.
“Did you just slap yourself?” He asked uncertainly.

Oh great, he had actually seen. Well there goes my image of being a normal person. “Umm … mosquito,” I explained with a nervous laugh. He didn’t seem to believe me but didn’t question any further, which made me sigh with relief. Henry walked over to us and as he did, people stared. It was quite amusing to watch.

“So what did you guys want me to do?” Henry asked, pretending to look confident. He was trying to be composed although I could feel his nervousness.

I grinned and waved the microphone in front of his face. “Well … I’m pretty sure you know Jailhouse rock right …?”

Henry froze for just a second and then a smile grew on his face. “Of course I do,” he replied.
“Well these guys,” Keith said, pointed to the band, “will play that for you and you will sing your heart out, Parker.”

“Good luck. You need it,” I murmured to him, repeating his words from earlier this evening.
Henry turned back to me and gave me a crooked smile. “Not as much as you do,” he quoted me. I childishly stuck out my bottom lip and he shook his head at my immaturity. Keith and I hung back as we watched Henry take over the stage.

He tapped the microphone and everyone turned to him. “Hey guys,” he called out.
“ELVIS PRESLEY! WOOOH!” Some girl screamed. I snorted at that and turned my attention back to Henry. He seemed surprised at the girl’s outburst but he didn’t show it.
“So I’m going to sing Jailhouse rock … and umm hope you guys enjoy,” Henry explained.
The crowd on the dance floor grew quiet as they waited for the band to start playing and for Henry to start singing. As the music started, Henry did something which made the girls swoon – he ran a hand through his midnight black hair and winked. Even though he hadn’t directed it to me, I still felt a few goose bumps grow on my skin.

As Henry started to sing, my jaw dropped. His voice was about a tenor and boy did it sound good. People started to dance, while I stood there surprised. Henry was an amazing singer. He then turned to me while he sung and walked over towards me. I blushed as I stared at him with wide eyes.

“ You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see, I sure would be delighted with your company, come on and do the jailhouse rock with me …”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto stage while people wolf-whistled. He twirled me around the stage and I blushed. It was so daunting on the stage now, even though I had been on here earlier, but it probably because I was dancing. With Henry.

My heart started to beat faster as I realised I was dancing with Henry.

“ Let’s rock ,” he sung melodically as he spun me outwards. “Everybody let’s rock! ”
People cheered as he suddenly t----t the microphone in front of my mouth. He was expecting me to sing as well. Oh great. Even though most people were dancing, there were others waiting for me to sing.

“ Everybody in the whole cell block was dancing to the jailhouse rock … ” I sung a bit uncertainly. I probably sounded like a dying cat compared to Henry. I quickly shoved the microphone back to Henry, who smirked and then continued.

“ Dancing to the jailhouse rock … dancing to the jailhouse rock … ”

At the end of the song, Henry dipped me backwards and stared into my eyes. I could barely hear the claps from everyone because my eyes were focused on Henry’s. I bit my lip and his gaze travelled down to my teeth, which were sunken in my lip. He leaned forward slowly and …
“AGAIN!”