The Ex Factor Fanfic:
I don’t want to completely stop what we have going here, I still have feelings for him. “Thank you, Susan.” I praise her as I hold the phone in my hand. I open the door to find Susan standing there with a big smile on her face.
I’ve become extremely picky about the men I choose to bring around because I don’t want Cam to see guys coming in and out of my life. I know some people in my life who will remain nameless… Alex likes to think that my personal life or lack thereof is because of Aubrey. He seems to think that I still have feelings for him and that I compare other men to him, but I don’t see it. Alex is just another one of those persons who won’t let me escape Mr. Aubrey Drake Graham. It seems like every time I do an interview his name pops up.
As I wrap the towel around my rather small body, I hear the telephone down the hall ringing. I choose to ignore it, I’m sure someone will answer it. I walk over to my dresser and pick out my black leather skater skirt, a white tank top with faded roses printed on it, and my white converse. I blow-dry my hair and style it into my usual wavy hair.
“It’s Marcus.” She says as she hands the small phone to me. But he doesn’t say shit to me and is just regarding me with those pale blue eyes of his. “Want to go out for dinner? I’m starving.” he says with his smooth voice, a small smirk appearing on his face. “Bianca!” I hear a voice behind me, I knew exactly who it was. Before I even had the opportunity to turn around, Marcus’s arms snakes around my waist as he holds me from behind.
Although I don’t see myself choreographing or stepping on a stage anytime reference soon, if the right offer comes along it may just grab my attention.
A. It’s hard work, but my son comes first above everything. I don’t have a nanny, so he’s always with me even when I’m working. My trailers are always filled with toys because he just takes over. I’m always reading scripts looking for my next project, and just being a mom and hanging out with my son. Q. And there’s always this year’s Academy Awards. I hear your film with Steve McQueen is garnering a few nods and is favored for best picture.
As he helps up off my small chair, I catch a glimpse of the clock. Hopefully I’ll have enough time to get home before curfew. I make my way over to the dressing rooms, which is where i always like to put my stuff. The sounds all around me seem to get louder as my dad pats me on the shoulder, before turning around on his heel and walking towards the exit of the Building. I keep my eyes glued on the screens, displaying the events happening only 30 yards away. “Yeah, we had a little fight last night and he just called to see where we stand. We’ve decided to take a break between the two of us.” I say, looking down at my plate.
I can barely even hear Rose’s testimony though, because I am still so very angry at Marshall and him talking shit to me earlier… “Oh, my bad baby girl. I just ain’t like fake people,” Marshall then shrugs, staring at me emotionlessly. Discussion of the recommendation is welcome on the discussion page. As such discussion is important, do remember to add the discussion page to the watchlist, if need be.
For one I’m a mother of a very adorable three-year-old who happens to be my world. I don’t know what I would do without him, he keeps me grounded try what he says whenever he’s not running circles around my head. Like now, it’s so hard trying to keep up with him, especially when I’m working which is always.
I make my way out to where Marcus is sitting in my chair, his eyes stuck on the small screens on the wall. A. Well like I said before, we make time for our son. My son has a great father and he’s an awesome co-parent. In the three years that Aubrey and I have been separated, so much has changed for me.
She used to be in the Mickey Mouse club with Justin and Britney, if I remember correctly, but now baby girl has a major drinking problem. “Well, at least I’m not here just to appease my manager and my ratchet ass baby momma about whom I constantly talk shit in my songs,” I then blurt out childishly underneath my breath before I could stop myself. The black blends in well with his beige pants, Navy blue toms, and navy blue polo shirt. “Yeah, I think I’m helping out with the lights. Apparently something didn’t work last night and they need an extra hand.” I reply as I begin to help her with all the dishes from last night.
I also help out the crew, doing random little jobs like giving out water bottles, fitting microphones, and sometimes I even help pick out outfits for the contestants. I drag my self into the bathroom my sources and close the door. My mind feels more clearer as I start my shower. I’ve spent nearly two years of my life dating Marcus. He’s always been kind to me but at the same time he was stuck-up and cocky.