Okay so you might be wondering why all of my chapter titles are names of characters. Well it's because each chapter (up until a certain point) is named after a character and that chapter will introduce you to that character. Not like a full biography but like just little snippets. It will be over soon and I'll actually pick real chapter titles so just bear with me.
LOVE YA!
- Chuck (Check my bio for the nickname explanation bc i know many of you might be wondering why i call myself chuck.)
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[Scarlett's POV]
"NEAR...FAR....WHEREEEEEVER YOU ARE! I BELIEVE THAT THE HEART WILL GO OOOOOOOON!" Rosalia sings at the top of her lungs as Her, Angelina, Leo, and I walk into the kitchen. I throw away the leftover popcorn.
"What now?" Rosalia looks at me and then at L
"I'm not sure we can do anything else right now princess. It's late and I am SUPER tired! We can hang out tomorrow for the whole day!" I say, trying to convince her to be sleepy as well. I look over at Angelina who has been distracted since she came back from popping the popcorn.
"Angel? Are you alright?" I ask, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Huh? Oh...Uh..yeah. Perfect. Just...tired." She says, looking back at me.
"Well I think we should all go to bed. We can hang out tomorrow!" Leo says, kissing both Angel and Rose's heads as he walks toward me. He grabs my hand and says his goodnights to the girls.
"Goodnight daddy." Rosalia says.
"Goodnight." Angelina says. She walks toward her room without giving hugs or any smiles or anything. I'm a little worried about her.
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[Angelina's POV]
I walk toward my room, I hear Rosalia coming behind me.
"I am super tired!" She says as she flops down on her bed.
"Me too." I say, walking to the closet to get my pj's.
PJ's consist of some black Nike pros and sweatshirt with all of Lady Gaga's tattoos on it. (OMG This is literally what I wear to bed every night.)
I come out and see Rosalia messing around on her phone in her bed. I walk to my bed and stick my hand under my pillow, just to check.
It's still there.
It wasn't a dream like I thought it was.
I push it farther under my pillow and walk out of my room toward the bathroom.
I walk in and Scarlett is taking her makeup off. Her hair is in a bun and she is wearing a sports bra and some Nike shorts.
"Hey Angel." She says, glancing at me as I walk in. I smile at her and then put toothpaste on my toothbrush. "You okay, love?" She asks, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she let her hair down out of the bun to brush it.
"Yeah." I answer. I put my toothbrush in my mouth.
"I love you." She kisses my cheek and smiles at me as she walks out of the bathroom.
I wonder if Scarlett knows.
Surely she would tell me if she did know.
Maybe Dad told her not to.
Maybe she doesn't know.
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[Scarlett's POV]
"I missed you!" I say, climbing into bed beside Leo. I kiss his forehead and then lay my head on my pillow.
"I missed you to. And the girls." He smiles and grabs my hand. He gives it a squeeze and I smile.
"Hey, I just wanted to see...did you notice that Angelina was acting a little bit weird tonight?" I ask him, propping my head up with my hand.
"Not necessarily. But you did?" He asks, closing his book and focusing all of his attention on he conversation.
"Well...yeah. But she was fine until she went to pop popcorn and then she came back and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She was distracted the entire movie and she wasn't her normal bubbly self." I say, concerned.
"Well did you try to talk to her about it?" He asks.
"Kind of..." I reply. "I asked her if she was alright when she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. And before she went to her room." I say.
"Maybe she's just tired. or stressed out. School is hard!" He says, laying his book down on the nightstand and turning the lamp on his side of the bed off.
"Yeah. Maybe I'm just crazy." I say, rolling over to turn of my lamp.
"I'm sure she's fine." He says, kissing my shoulder.
"Yeah." I say, not fully convinced, as I turn the lamp off.
"Love you." Leo says into the darkness.
"Love you." I say back.
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[Angelina's POV]
As I walk back into my room, I see Rosalia has fallen asleep.
I walk to my bed and get under the warm covers.
I check under my pillow one more time.
Still there.
This time, instead of pushing it further, I pull the folder out. I open it up and grab all of the papers out, including the letter.
I open the letter again and skim it, my eyes lingering over the most puzzling part of it.
It was the hardest and most painful decision I had to make, giving you away.
Giving us away. Who gave us away? Why? When? What does this mean? Is our dad even our dad? Did our mom really die? If not, who is she?
It's all so confusing to me. But then I remember,
BIRTH CERTIFICATES
The birth certificates should tell me everything I need to know about myself. Including about my mother.
I grab the certificates out of the stack of important looking papers. I skim over it.
This is to certify that
Name: Angelina Florence Marcheline Germanotta
Germanotta....where have I heard that before....
Was born on : March 28th, 2002 At (time) : 11:59pm At (location) : Lenox Hill Hospital, New York City
To (Father) : Unknown And (Mother) : Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta
STEFANI! STEFANI JOANNE ANGELINA GERMANOTTA! LADY GAGA!
MY MOTHER IS LADY GAGA
I must be going crazy! I must be dreaming! I must be tired!
THIS MUST BE A JOKE
"What's that?" I hear Rosalia ask.
"Nothing. Just a school thing." I say, quickly closing the folder after stuffing everything back in.
"I don't think you are telling the truth." She says, getting out of her bed and walking over to mine. "What is it really?" She asks, crossing her arms.
"Like I said before. Nothing." I look her straight in the eyes. She has a GREAT lie detector. But not great enough.
"Okay." She says. She turns to walk back to her bed.
I push the folder under my pillow again and lay my head down. I close my eyes, but I can't sleep because of the whirling thoughts in my mind.
Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta I picture in my mind.
Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta.
Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta.
Angelina Florence Marcheline Germanotta.