I’m your pretty little doll
Dress me up in lace with diamonds and pearls
Take me anywhere you want
Pose me pretty for all to see
Paint my face with a smile
I’ll always be your favorite girl
Unbreakable and bendable
Pose me pretty for all to see
I’ll do whatever you like
Paint my face with a smile
I’ll always be your favorite girl
I’m better than all the rest
Strip me bare and start all over again
I’ll do whatever you like
Paint my face with a smile
I’m your favorite doll
Take me off your shelf
Dust me off and make me pretty
Dress me in diamonds and pearls
It will take a few days for the final video edits to be done, but I have a good feeling about it, and I trust Steven. When Jameson called me for our nightly chat, he was not pleased to hear his sister and best friend were fake making out on the beach for the shoot. They never actually kissed though. I didn’t need Thea and Rodney’s permission because she’s eighteen and signed her own release form. I can’t sleep I am so excited about the video, and I miss Jameson terribly. Filming for the show was delayed by a week when Harvey Grant suffered a mild heart attack. I don’t want to say that karma is a bitch but she kind of is.
I’m lying in this massive bed alone, tossing and turning, wishing I could feel my man’s arms wrapped around me when the bedroom door opens, and a bag drops to the floor. Jameson smiles at me, and I pinch myself to make sure he’s real before hurling myself from the bed and into his awaiting arms.
“Oh my God. You’re here!” I scream loud enough to damage his hearing as I plant kisses all over his face.
“You okay?” Austin comes rushing down the hallway to investigate the noise in his boxers followed by Ruby Jane rubbing her eyes with messed up hair and all hell breaks loose simultaneously. None of us were expecting him yet.
“You’re a dead man,” Jameson seethes, and I slide down his body.
Ruby Jane looks confused, and Austin is backing up slowly holding a hand over his crotch. “Nothing happened. It’s not like that,” he swears as Jameson pushes past his little sister and tackles his best friend to the floor. I tried to warn them.
“Stop it, J,” Ruby cries as his fist slams into Austin’s jaw. “Peyton, do something,” she whines, stomping her foot at me.
I do the only thing I know that can get their attention. I make
my way around the brawling pair and grab the kitchen sprayer and turn it on them. “Enough,” I shout, and they freeze looking up at me.
Austin shoves Jameson away and gets to his feet, wiping the blood from his split lip.
“You’re dead to me,” my man seethes, fury raging in his eyes.