by Jillian Dodd
Then I get online and do something I usually don’t care about. I change my Facebook status from in a relationship to single.
Then I put as my status, Vancouver with my two favorite boys :) then I tagged Riley and Dallas in the status.
Dallas sees it. “Hey, you tagged me. Sweet. I’m gonna change mine too. Read it.”
“Dallas McMahon is fly like a G6, no wait, I’m flying in a G6 wiff my bffs. Cute.”
He tagged me and Riley.
Riley’s hold me out his phone, so I can see his.
Riley Johnson: My brother’s an asshole. Team Kiki all the way!
Dallas laughs, “Ohmigawd, I have to like that status.”
My phone buzzed with a facebook notification. “Oh wow.”
“What?” both Riley and Dallas say.
“Aiden just liked my status. The single status.”
“Well of course he would,” Riley says. “He likes you.”
“He’s dumb.”
“He also liked my team Kiki status.”
Riley’s phone keeps buzzing and buzzing.
“Damn, baby, a lot of people are team Kiki. We all love you.”
“Thanks Riles,” then I grab a blanket, lay my head on Riley’s lap and try to sleep.
I’m thinking I seriously picked the wrong brother. Except that I really did fall for Dawson. Like I feel so dumb on top of it. I knew this would happen. I knew Dawson would get happy, and she would decide she wanted him back. I kept telling myself that, but he kept telling me it would never happen. And I started believing it. And falling for him and loving the sex and all that. He was so perfect. Sweet, hot, adorable. Too bad he doesn’t really love me. Too bad I actually love him.
I guess I did doze off because Riley wakes me up about ten minutes later, “Baby, I gotta pee.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Besides,” Dallas says, “how can you sleep. WE ARE IN A FREAKING G6. I’m living a rap video.”
“Except where is the Cristal and all the hot girls and my crew?”
I smile. “Well, you’re crew is kinda small, but no one really likes you, so that’s no surprise.”
“What’s that song, if they could see me now?”
“We do have Dom.”
“Pop it.”
Dallas says to Riley when he comes out of the bathroom. “Get your video camera out. We’ll make a video.”
I say, “Hang on.”
I grab my bag, run in the bathroom, touch up my makeup, actually I do more than touch it up. I make myself look like a rap star video girl. Heavy eye makeup. Red lips. I tease my hair out with my hands, flip my head upside down, hairspray it, and try and get it to look big and slutty. Then I put on a bikini top, teeny daisy duke shorts, my highest platforms. I pull my thong up so you can see it just above the shorts. Mom always says, looking good is the best revenge. I’m about to get some revenge.
I walk out, Riley whistles, “Damn, baby.”
“Wait!” I run into the bedroom. Tommy keeps clothes in there. I grab a hat, two ties, a jacket, and a pocket square. I make Riley take off his shirt, throw a tie around his neck, half tie it. Then I slip a jacket on him, add a pocket square. Grab Billy’s aviators, make him put those on.
Perfect.
Next I grab Dallas, spike up his hair way up with some gel, put a tie over his polo shirt, take his pants off, so he’s just in his boxers. Put some Ray bans on him.
“Oh yeah,” Dallas croons.
Billy is big, but he is also black, and likes to rap. He’s actually pretty damn good at it. James is shorter, lethal looking. Ex military.
“Okay, we’re gonna make a video. James, you start videoing and this is for fun, so don’t like freak out okay?”
“You mean I”m gonna be famous?” Billy says. “I’m in.” (The video is much the same, except for the addition of the body guards. Which actually would have made it fun too.)
“Hell yeah,” the boys respond.
I start by shaking the bottle of Dom. James videos the bottle, then does a shot of the bottle popping. Dallas holds the bottle as champagne shoots suggestively into my mouth. Dallas swigs from the bottle, and I start dancing up against him. Also make out with him. Then we video tape Billy rapping. Then we video me sitting in the cockpit on Riley’s lap. We even put the pilots hat on him. Then I walk up, straddle him, and playfully put the pilots hat on me. He’s pretending to fly the plane, while I’m pretending to uh, fly him. I’m straddling him. Lap dancing, sorta. Then we do a few shots of James, in his black suit, reflective glasses, earpiece in his ear, like he’s secret service. He’s got his arms folded across his chest, but is lip syncing to the rap music we are playing in the background. Then some video of Riley, me and Dallas, dancing, bumping, grinding all together. Drinking champagne, being naughty. Looking like we’re ready to have a wild threesome. I pull on Riley’s tie, pulling him toward me. Kiss Dallas again. Then kiss Riley on the cheek.
Riley adds some pan shots of the inside of the plane, makes me dance by myself, me with the bottle, me in sunglasses. I tape the boys, separately, rapping to the song. Lip syncing the words. We played the same rap song like multiple times in order to get all the shots. Then Riley pulled out his mac, and they started editing all of it into a video. About the time we are starting our decent into Vancouver, it’s complete.
Naughty, fun, complete.
We watch it one more time. Laugh hysterically and then Riley posts it to You Tube with a link on his Facebook page. “Dawes is gonna come unglued,” he says with a naughty smile.
“He probably won’t even see it. He’s probably all caught up in Peyton’s strawberry hair.”
“What?”
“Oh, that’s one of the things he told me and Dallas that he loved about her, like the night we first really got to be friends.”
“You know, Peyton is gorgeous, but she’s so like, straight laced isn’t the word, but like she doesn’t let loose. She seems cold, untouchable. You are just as pretty, but your chill, cool, it makes you way sexier, baby,” Riley tells me.
“Why do you call me baby? No one else calls me baby, well actually Tommy does. But usually that’s something you would call your girlfriend.”
“I don’t know. It just fits you. You’re like a baby that needs watching. I gotta protect you, keep you outta trouble.” He kisses me on the cheek.
I’m tempted to kiss him back.
“Ha!” Billy laughs, “Good luck with that one.”
Dallas is watching the video of me, “I just figured out who you remind me of!”
“Really, who?”
“That movie star, Abby Johnston. Your hair is different, but something about your face, you look like her kinda. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Yeah, a couple times.”
James laughs.
We land, taxi, unload our stuff into a Town car. James says, “Hey, just talked to Tommy. He says they are shooting late tonight. Some night scene stunt. He thought maybe you would like to bring the boys there?”
“Like an actual movie set?” Riley asks.
“Yeah,” I say.
“That sounds cool,” Dallas says.
“Tell him we’ll be there.”
We’re in the car when Riley’s phone starts buzzing like crazy. People are seeing the video and commenting.
Dallas messes with his phone. “Holy shit, we have 67 views already!”
“Uh oh,” Riley groans.
“What?”
“My brother is not a happy camper. Look what he just texted me.”
I look.
Dawes: WHAT THE FUCK?
“Reply. You have to reply. I want to know what he’s gonna say.”
Riley: What?
Dawes: Saw your video. You’re dead.
Riley: No, you’re dumb. You should be here with Kiki, not kissing Peyton’s bony ass.
Dawes: Are you showing our texts to Keatie?
Riley: No.
Dawes: Look, I know I screwed up. I just got kinda fu
ll of myself cuz I wanted her back for so long. Then finally she’s begging me, saying baby please, saying Keatie is too young, all that shit. And I just felt like I needed to try.
Riley: Then get off Facebook and go try. Figure it out. Hang out with Peyton. You’ve finally got what you want. Enjoy bro. I know I am :)
Dawes: You kissed her. I hate you.
Riley: Only cuz I’m right and only on the cheek.
Dawes: FML
Riley: Nope, this is what you wanted, remember?
Dawes: You really think I should hang out with Peyton? See?
Riley turns to me and Dallas, “What should I say?”
“I have no idea. Part of me wants him to hang with her and realize he wants me, the other part of me is afraid if he hangs with her he won’t want me. Then there’s the question of if I even want him anymore.”
Dallas says, “Say, I think you should watch the video again, then go hang with Peyton.”
Riley: I think you should watch the video again, bro. Then go hang with Peyton.
Dawes: Can’t watch the video again. Threw my computer screen across the room. Broken.
Riley: Borrow Bryce’s. Baby’s already got over 80 hits, and it’s only been online for about 10 minutes. Every guy at school is sitting around simultaneously thinking what a dumb fuck you are and thanking you for being one. I’m out. (I love what Riley says here.)
Kissing me. Wearing boots.
9:45 pm PST
We get to the shoot location. Tommy greets me with a big hug the second I step my foot out of the car. Riley and Dallas are wide eyed. “This is Tommy? Your step dad? Like Tommy freaking Stevens?” (This seems crazy to have this part in here, when the stalker became such a big part of the series, but this is kind of a fun scene, regardless.)
Tommy says, “In the flesh, dude. Nice to meet you,” and gives them each a warm handshake.
Dallas turns to me and says, “Um, that would make your mom Abby Johnston?”
“Yeah.” I smile sheepishly.
“No wonder you look like her,” he laughs.
Tommy puts one arm around each boy’s neck and says, “Come on. I’ll introduce you to everyone. Your mom’s in makeup, baby, go say hi.”
So I do, end up crying, telling her all about Dawson and why he’s not with me.
“It’s his loss, Kiki. And maybe he will change his mind.”
“Well he might, but I won’t,” I state emphatically. “No way I will take him back. After how he treated me?”
Mom says, “People make mistakes sometimes, and an old girlfriend, that you have wanted but couldn’t have and now she wants you. Think about how you would feel if Brooklyn came to school, was telling you how sorry he was, how he wanted you back. How it’d work this time.”
I think about that. Hmm. She might be right. I might break up with Dawson and do the same thing.
“You might be right. I just wanna have fun this weekend. I’m so glad I”m here.”
“Me too, Kiki, me too.”
Then my phone buzzes. I look at the text and can’t help but grin.
Mom says, “Who’s texting you that brings on that kind of grin? That’s who you should be dating.”
“Oh, it’s the God of all Hotties.”
“What’d he say?”
“Said he saw my video...”
“Oh my gosh, Keatyn, what video??!!” Mom says in a panic. “TELL ME you and Gorgeous DID NOT make a video!”
“Mom, calm down. You’ll get a wrinkle. The boys and I made a silly pretend rap video on the plane. It’s causing quite the stir back at school apparently. Mostly we did it to piss Dawson off.” (Calm down, Mom, you’ll get a wrinkle! LMFAO!)
“I think I need to see this video.”
“Uh, oh, shit. Um, you might not really like it, now that I think about it. It’s maybe slightly inappropriate.”
“I want to see it now.”
So I show her.
“Well you are right, it is slightly inappropriate, but wow, talk about a little revenge. And you look amazing. Beautiful, sexy, very grown up. A little sleazy, but that was the point, right? You’re playing a role?”
“Yeah, sexy rap video girl.”
“You did good, baby. Has he seen it yet?”
“Ha! Yeah. He’s pissed! Threw his computer across the room and broke it pissed! Pissed at his brother, pissed at himself. Still not completely sure what to do. Says he wants me, but I think if he doesn’t hang out with her he won’t know for sure, so I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it this weekend.”
“So what did the hottie say?”
“Oh yeah, I need to reply. Okay, so he said, Saw your video. Love it. Glad you’re single. Not glad you’re kissing someone else. Think you need to do another one. Kissing me. Wearing boots.”
“Boots?”
“I told you, that’s what he calls me. Cuz I kicked the soccer ball at him and scored wearing my cowboy boots and a dress.”
“Oh yeah. What are you going to say back?”
“I don’t know. What do I say to that?” I grab mom’s arm. “And omg, MOM, the other day, when I was tutoring him, he told me someday we are going to France, and he’s going to ask me to marry him at the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset.”
“Damn, he sounds like a keeper.”
“No. He’s the player. No actually, he’s the stealth player. Like the stealth fighter. He’s a real player, but he pretends not to be.”
Mom’s makeup girl says, “Done!”
And Mom says, “Let’s go meet these boys.” (I really do love Keatyn and her mom’s relationship. And it’s sad how they missed out on months of it because of Vincent. But this scene just makes me smile.)
She’s amazing, natural, graceful when she meets them. They are both shell shocked. Probably because like most boys in American, they have probably beaten off to her picture on occasion. I wish I was more like her. Wish boys would meet me and be shell shocked. Not think about going back to their gorgeous, perfect ex girlfriends.
I finally text Aiden back. And the thought just crossed my mind that I have not seen or heard about Aiden hooking up with, or even making out with any other girls. But that can’t be right, cuz he’s a player, right? But he’s a stealth player, we decided that, so he must hook up girls like below the radar or something. Or he has a radar jamming device. Or something. I guess I really don’t know how a stealth works exactly.
Me: How many other girls have you kissed since school started?
Aiden: Just you <3 Do you really wanna go to France with me?
Me: I didn’t mean to say that.
Aiden: But you did :)
Me: My family has a house in France, pass class, with at least a B and we’ll go.
Aiden: Gonna start studying right now :) When are you gonna be back?
Me: Sunday, like 6ish.
Aiden: Tutoring, my room, 7pm
Me: Tutoring, LIBRARY, 7pm
Aiden: We can’t make a video in the library.
Me: Says who?
Sunday, September 25th
She forbid us to say your name.
don’t care what time it is
We have a great weekend with my family. The girls are in love with Wiley and Dalley. They even got Riley to sit still for them while they did his hair. He had about, oh, 7,000, give or take a few, mini multicolored snap barrettes in his hair, each one as close to the scalp as possible, with little tufts of hair sticking straight up. I took a few photos to keep and use as blackmail, should I ever need it. (I can so picture Riley doing this for K’s little sisters. So sweet!)
We’re flying back home when Dallas says, “So when I got there and met Tommy and your mom, I really thought you were nuts for not telling everyone who your parents were. I was thinking like that would be so cool and the first thing I would want to tell people. But after the whole trying to just go out to dinner last night and the photographers, I can see why you just like being Kiki. That would get old.”
“Yeah, I don’t
have to deal with that too often. Sometimes shopping in LA, or a movie premier or something. I was photographed a lot when it was just Mom and me, when I was younger, with my dad and stuff, she had done movies, but hadn’t really hit it big until I was about eight, a couple years before my dad died. Then she met Tommy on set and things got kinda outta control. Their whirlwind romance, her getting pregnant, them not being married, his bad boy image, like all of it together is crazy. But after my dad died, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents in East Texas and the rest of the time I stayed in Malibu. It’s pretty quiet and protected where we live, so I can chill on the beach and not worry too much. But yeah, I wanted to go somewhere where I was just me, and people were my friends because of me, not who my parents are, you know?” (Okay, I can kind of hate on her here. Because, grow up. Please.)
“No, I don’t know, but I can understand that.”
“I mean, I know it will come out eventually. Mom wants me to walk the red carpet with her and Tommy when her new movie premieres in the states. It’s like sometime in December. So that will be probably when people start to take notice, and I probably shouldn’t be making naughty rap videos after that.”
“That was so fun,” Dallas says wistfully.
“And really, we did a good job,” Riley says.
“No. You did a good job editing it. Really, Riles, you’re very talented.”
“Thanks, baby. So whatcha gonna do about my brother?”
“I have no idea. Nothing I guess. See what’s happened this weekend. I have a tutoring thing with Aiden when we get back, but then I suppose I should find out, huh?”
“Do you want me to ask Dawes? I mean I think I would want to know before I got there.”
“Back to the real world, huh? And naw, I think I know someone I can ask.”
“Who?”
“Jake.”
“Well text him.”
Me: So...heading back to school, need the scoop on what went down with Peyton and Dawson. Do you know?
