Right Kind Of Wrong

'Cure?..........'Ashley gripped the sheets of paper in her hands as she rolled around my bed laughing.

'It's not funny.........she was serious.........'

'Oh you pick them............'

'God I know........'I threw myself down on the bed next to Ashley.

'I mean first there's Emma the crazy fame whore.........'

'Ashley.......'

'What?.....she's not here.......'It's the first time I've realised that since I got in.

'Where is she?.......'

'Went to a night club hoping to bump into Paris Hilton.............'Ashley's answers send me into another round of giggling.

'I don't know what your giggling about.......'Ashley says with an amused look on her face. ' Your other girl is trying to cure you........I think Emma is the normal one out the two..........'

'She's not my girl.............'

'Whatever you say..........'Ashley rolls away from me laughing as I begin to pout.

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Day three of Hollywood week and I will scream if I hear another person murdering a song. How half of them got put through the first time round is beyond me. Emma is still buzzing around the place looking for famous people much to the annoyance of Ashley.

'Are you sleeping with her?...............'I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Simon whispering in my ear.

'Excuse me?........'

Emma........are you sleeping with her..........' I screw up my face causing him to laugh, the girl on stage singing gives him a hurt look.

'God no.............she's just......just a............'

'Distraction?..........'Simon suggests and I nod. 'And she's gay?............' I look over at Emma who is now flirting hopelessly with Ryan.

'I thought so.............Simon your really not going to go after her are you?..............'The girl on stage stops singing and both of us turn away from each other.

'Can I?..........'Simon whispers out the side of his mouth.

'I'm not your mother..............'I laugh.

'But........her.......'Simon nods his head behind us at Ashley who's busy with her cell.

'Are you really that scared of her.......'I ask.

'She gives me this look all the time......'He complains as the girl on stage leaves. 'It's the same look my mother gives when I bring home blonds............It freaks me out........' I go to give him a sarcastic comment but pause when Carrie walks on stage. She grips the mic in her hand, her eyes looking towards Emma's direction as she walks to the centre.

'When your ready Carrie...........'I cure myself for saying her name so softly. You could hear the affection in it, but thankfully no one but Simon noticed. She starts to sing and the whole place stops to look. Even Simon looks impressed. Once she's done she smiles sweetly, her eyes find mine and she gives me the most breath taken look I've ever been given. I'm thankful I'm sitting down or I would have fell.

'Did she just do that?.......'Simon whispers. 'She just did didn't she?..........'I look at him confused and Ashley pops her head between us.

'Blondie just totally flirted with you.............' I look back up towards Carrie as she leaves the stage, I'm more confused than ever with the girl.