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"News have been spreading about the new hot topic, rising star Gigi Vloski, apparently falling flat on her face during her guesting at the Bonny Crew Show! Sources have said that the cause may be her six-inch platform pumps or the show's smooth flooring. Nobody knows for sure, but it was quite a scene to see our new singer making a very drastic move! Fortunately, Ms. Vloski quickly recovered after being nursed and did her performance wearing Bonny's flats! Scandalous? Humorous? Amusing? Tell us what you think by hashta-"

I stared at my laptop screen, burning a hole at the reporter's frozen face before throwing marshmallows rashly at my target and screaming through my pillow. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm so stupid!"

"You know, wasting good marshmallows on a laptop screen isn't a very bright idea." I heard Paul say, who was leaning on the doorframe.

"Shut up, just shut up!" I cried, sobbing relentlessly. I covered my face with a towel and made quiet whimpers. "My reputation is ruined!"

Yes everybody, I, Gigi Vloski, have officially lost her chance at being a normal human being. Ever since my whole falling fiasco, I've been the laughing stock of the media. I saw pictures of my accident going viral, parodies being made on YouTube, and others editing my fall and adding music to my discomfort. Although I had some supporters who tried to make me feel better online and sent letters to my house, I still felt bad about myself because guys, I'm still being made fun of even after two weeks!

"Hey you know I saw this one video of you where they kept replaying your fall and added the song Falling Down by Selena Gomez. It was pretty cool and-" he stopped mid sentence when I wailed loudly.

"-and funny but it was insulting for someone to just make fun of my dear little sister! How could they even do that?" He tried to look disappointed but I could clearly see that he was holding in his smile.

I glared daggers at him and threw a marshmallow at his eye (which I did successfully). "You're not helping, dear brother! The whole world knows I messed up, the witch is furious at me, I'm being laughed at, and more importantly, I let my dad down!" I remembered how dad helped me up at the dressing room and told me not to slip and I failed to do so!

Even though I don't like fame and I couldn't care less about what people thought of me, I'm very disappointed in myself because after my incident, dad looked a little less cheerful. It's just awful!

"I'm sure dad's over it by now. It's just one fall anyway." He said, eating the marshmallow that hit his eye.

I raised an eyebrow at him disbelievingly. "Just one fall? Just one fall?! Even just an almost slip could lead me to the gossip sites! This is serious, brothah!"

"Oh shut your worrywart mouth, sissy. Now dress up, we're going somewhere."

"I don't wanna." I covered my face with my towel again. "This is why I hate fame. It maximizes the amount of humiliation I get."

"Well that's a stupid reason not to be famous. It pays to be popular ya know." He sat down beside me and started munching on my marshmallows.

"That's the thing! I don't want to freaking pay the price of fame like it's my freaking taxes!" I wailed.

He tugged on my towel and stared at me. "Quit yapping already. C'mon we have to go somewhere."

I put my towel on my face and turned away from him. "No. I am not showing my face to the public until they forget my embarrassing fall."

"If you don't come with me, I will prank you again. And this time, when I post it on Instagram, people will make fun of you for another humiliation." He stood up and started walking away. I could imagine him smiling mischievously because of his clever blackmail.

I sat up. "You wouldn't!"

He looked at me and grinned like a psychopath. "Oh yeah? Try me."

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"I can't believe you dragged me all the way from comfort just to bring me to a supermarket." I groaned and crossed my arms as we were walking towards the said location. I was currently trying to cover myself with my attention-seeking yellow hoodie.

Paul only laughed at my misery. The devil himself. "C'mon sis, it's not that hard to help me out in buying the ingredients for what we're cooking later."

"We? Dude, cooking and Gigi does not look good together. You're going to get a burnt house for that. Make it a pile of ash because you're included too." It's true. Even though dad owns a restaurant, the both of us aren't excellent chefs. It's usually Tracy who does all the cooking or when she decides to be a heartless person, we're stuck with packed goods. Or deliveries. Which means pizza. Which is also an upside so I couldn't care less.

"It wouldn't hurt to try, right? C'mon, brighten up! Oh wait, you already are." He snickered at his lame pun and pointed at my outfit. I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh just stop, will ya? I am not going inside a crowded place only to be more publicly humiliated than I already am."

"But you see, where you can get humiliated, you can also get redeemed." He winked at me with a knowing look before running inside the dreaded supermarket. I didn't even chase after him.

I sighed to myself and pulled my hoodie a bit closer to my face. If Paul thought that bringing me inside would help my situation, well I entirely disagree but since I'm already here, I can't argue. Although, if my face ends up on the tabloids again, I swear I'll paint all the pony cutie marks on his face.

Crossing the entrance was a piece of cake. The guard didn't even notice my presence as I walked passed.

Trying to find my annoying blood-related fella was a humongous piece of overly flavored cake that you could suffocate to just by chewing it. I knew I should've dyed his hair green last night when I had the chance.

I walked around the whole supermarket trying to find Paul, which took about twenty minutes, and still I had no sight of him. I even checked the men's restroom and he wasn't there either!

"So much for helping out with ingredients." I curled my fists as I walked. By then my face was starting to look like a reincarnated oger from Lord of The Rings times ten. Anybody who looks at my face will turn white with fear. Where on earth is that stupid abandoning brother?!

It seemed like my luck was getting worse, because just as I took another step forward, I tripped on my untied shoelaces and I fell face flat on the floor with my arms spread in front of me.

"Oh for the love of cheese and-" I stopped abruptly when I looked up.

Guys.

There's a flying baby.

There's a flying baby!

And it's falling near me!

A chorused yell came from me, the baby's mother, and other passersby as the dear little infant did a somersault in the air. I could already imagine the baby's bits on the floor. With all the blood and flesh.

Eugh. Why did I have to think of that?!

I shut my eyes real quick as the baby soared down. I was not going to witness a painful death from a child. Oh no. I don't think I'll be able to eat Paul's overcooked spaghetti later if that happens.

A minute passed and all I could hear was deafening silence. Then suddenly, clapping filled my ears.

What the actual heck?

I opened my eyes a bit, and I nearly balled them out at the sight of the little infant, still in one piece, cradled in my hands. That explains the weird heaviness.

The baby's mother ran towards us in a hurry and clutched the baby in her hands, sighing as she did so. "Thank goodness you're okay."

I sat up and started tying my shoelaces, occasionally glancing at the mother and her baby. There's something about the woman that just makes me curious to know who she is.

"Hey! Isn't that Gigi Vloski?"

"Oh my gosh! She saved the baby!"

"I can't believe this! This is so amazing!"

"She's got the looks, the talent, even the character! I love her already!"

Not even being able to stand up and go near the mother, I was swarmed by the crowd. All I could hear were screams and photos being snapped and people asking if I could take a picture with them. My smile was plastered on my face, no words to say. Even though I cared about my fans, I didn't wanna be where I was. I needed to go the mother.

I stood on my tippy toes to find her, but she was gone.

Soon enough and gladly, I heard the sound of a whistle. When we all turned around, a guard with a really angry face was staring at us. "Please go back to your businesses! You are causing a commotion!"

I felt like I could just pass out there and then when the crowd dissipated. The heat was killing me. I think I might get claustrophobia after a few more tight encounters like that.

"Hey you!" The guard walked towards me in a crippled manner, probably because of his old age. I'm seeing grey streaks already.

When he caught up to me, he crossed his arms. "I don't know who you are and why people are surrounding you, but I hope that you won't stir another act like this. It is a disturbance!"

I gave him a sorry look. "I am terribly sorry, I didn't mean any harm I promise! I was only being a normal shopper."

"You know," he started, pointing at me with his finger inches to my nose. "I could sue you for public disturbance. You are causing an uproar in this place!"

"Oh no sir please don't I swear I won't cause a scene anymore please just listen to-" I was practically begging but he was already walking away.

He began flailing his hands up in the air in annoyance. "No! I won't have any of it! I've had enough of you crazy people! You stinking dirt bags!"

"No please just-"

"Mr. Gruhm!"

I frowned. The voice yelling sounded very familiar.

The guard and I were stopped by a hand on our shoulders. When I looked up, the ever annoying Angry Bird brother was right next to me.

"Mr. Gruhm!" He panted. "I've been looking all over for you!"

The guard looked at him with squinted eyes before laughing wholeheartedly. "Well if it isn't my good ol' Paulkins!"

Paulkins.

Paulkins?!

"What is it that you want, son?" Mr. 'Gruhm' asked him.

He panted again before answering. "Well I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow at Lottie's. I talked to Mrs. Gruhm just now. She'd love to spend some time together."

"Oh sure sure but first I just have to call the police and sue this public disturbance right here." He gestured to me with a dirty look and started walking again.

Boy does he hate my guts.

Paul stopped him and laughed nervously. "I'd rather you wouldn't Mr. Gruhm. This public disturbance is my sister. She just happens to be known recently that's why people were crowding her earlier."

"Oh, really? I didn't know that." He looked at me with a raised eyebrow but nevertheless smiled. "Well, I'm off then! You take care of that sister of yours and don't forget our hang out tomorrow!" He waved at Paul and walked away.

When he was out of sight, Paul received my ever grateful and thankful stomp on the foot.

"Ow!" He hissed. "What was that for?"

"That's for leaving me on my own devices in this terrifying place!" I huffed.

He looked at me disbelievingly. "Wow. Terrifying? This place is anything but."

"Oh yeah? Well let's talk about Mr. 'Gruhm' or more appropriately, Mr. Gruhmpy Pants who doesn't give chances to innocent young girls!" I said.

He stifled a laugh."Psh, he's pretty nice actually. You just happen to be one of the few chosen ones in his naughty list."

I slumped my shoulders and started walking away from him. "This is one of the many reasons I hate going out of my dear bedroom. You're cooking the overcooked spaghetti!"

"I just saved your sorry butt and I get all the work? Harsh, Gigi. Harsh." He said, keeping up with my pace.

"You're one to talk." I looked at him when I heard little jingling stuff beside me. He was holding a shopping cart. Along with the ingredients was a blanket, glasses and a video camera. "Hey, what's that for?"

He glanced at the items then at me and quickened his pace. "Grown up stuff that you wouldn't understand."

"Like what? Snuggling your yellow blankie and wearing grandma spectacles? Sure." I made an unconvinced look.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever floats your boat, Gigi. At least my blankie isn't neon yellow."

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Aaannd a month later, I finally decided to update. Sorry for letting you down guys. Again.

I hope this chapter makes up for it! Yeah? Yeah? No. Okay.

Oh and who's casted as Paul, you ask? Well tadaaaa! Look at the image guys! GUYS!

It's Nicholas Hoult! :>

Yeah I kinda suck at casting people. But whatever.

Lovelots!

xoxo

~Naf ♡