Infamous. Lauren Conrad
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Название: Infamous

Автор: Lauren Conrad

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Детская проза

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isbn: 9780007454976

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СКАЧАТЬ was a trait Madison respected. Especially since her recent efforts to look out for other people had resulted in criminal charges.)

      “Just admit that you still like him,” Kate said, poking Gaby with a toe.

      Gaby nodded. “Yeah, I totally do. What can I say? I like bad boys. Also, oh my God, you should see the new Harley he got.”

      Madison remembered when she felt that way about bad boys, too. Then Ryan Tucker—responsible, sane, generous Ryan Tucker—had changed everything.

      Damn him.

      As much as Madison wanted him out of her mind, Ryan simply wouldn’t go. When she’d been with Greg earlier, she’d found herself wishing desperately that he would vanish, and that Ryan would appear in his place. Even if that meant the camera had to vanish, too.

      Carmen dipped her spoon into her frozen yogurt, carefully mixing in the bits of Heath Bar. She hadn’t been to Yogurtland in months, and she wanted to savor her first bite.

      “You gonna eat that or just gaze at it lovingly?” Fawn demanded. She was halfway done with her Death by Chocolate cone already.

      Lily laughed. “Carmen knows how to pace herself, unlike some people.”

      “Whatever,” Fawn said, taking another big lick. “It’s going to melt all over her blouse.”

      Carmen put the spoon in her mouth and closed her eyes. Salted caramel. Delicious.

      Kate had been home when she left and had asked what she was up to, as if she wanted to hang out, but lately Carmen felt happier and more at ease without her. So she’d lied and said that she was going straight to her parents’ house. But things were never tense with Fawn and Lily like that. Once those two had gotten over their initial mistrust of each other, they’d all hung out constantly. It was fun. Easy. Silly. Of all the amazing things that had come from scoring the lead role in The End of Love, getting Lily as her makeup artist was among the top. Lily had turned into a great friend.

      “Whatever yourself, Fawn,” Lily teased. “You look like a binge eater over there.”

      Fawn stuck out her tongue, all gooey with chocolate. “So I hear the bitch is back,” she said, changing the subject.

      “Yeah, and believe it or not, it’s actually better this way,” Carmen said. “I mean, Mad and I aren’t exactly BFFs, but without her, things got kind of boring.”

      “You should have had me on more,” Fawn said. She seemed to think that Madison’s absence meant there would be more screen time for her. And she wasn’t subtle about it.

      “Right, totally,” Carmen said, keeping her voice neutral. She hadn’t told Fawn that the powers-that-be thought she was around too much already. Lose the shadow, Trevor had told Carmen. She doesn’t play. They seemed to like Lily better, but Lily wasn’t particularly interested in being in front of a camera. She was more like Drew that way—or like how Drew used to be. Fine being in the background, but not interested in being a main story line.

      Anyway, Carmen liked having friends who weren’t on the show. It was good to be able to hang out without needing to cover a list of talking points. With no cameras around (except for Lily’s iPhone, which was like another appendage), she didn’t have to worry about public embarrassment if she spilled a bit of yogurt on her new top, which she’d just done. Oops.

      “So I did makeup for Mona Moore yesterday,” Lily said, chewing on the end of her straw.

      “Oh, I love her talk show,” Carmen said as she attempted to wipe up the spot on her top with a napkin.

      “Me too. She always has such crazy conversations with her guests. They tell her everything! That one where Gemma Kline basically confessed to being anorexic? That was insane! But FYI, Mona herself is completely lying about her age,” Lily said. “If she’s thirty-five, then my mom’s twenty.”

      “So when she was born, she was already pregnant with you!” Fawn giggled.

      Lily nodded. “Exactly.”

      Carmen savored another bite of yogurt. There was no way this was fat-free. “That’s totally creepy, Fawn,” she said.

      “No shit,” said Fawn. “So’s Gemma Kline. Have you seen that movie where she gets that awful disease and she turns all blue and stuff? I thought it was her best work, but maybe it’s because I enjoyed seeing her suffer.”

      Carmen hadn’t seen it. She didn’t go to movies that much anymore. She knew she ought to, though. She ought to see what her competition was up to. For instance: What films had the girl who was currently shooting with Luke done? Carmen had no idea.

      “So . . . what’s up with you lately, Fawn?” she asked. “Any new voice-over work?”

      “Oh, I’m keeping busy,” Fawn said evasively.

      “Faaaawn,” Carmen said. She knew Fawn wasn’t particularly proud of her voice-over jobs. “Come on. You can tell us. We’re friends, remember? Friends.”

      Fawn gazed down at the remains of her yogurt cone. “I taped a tampon commercial,” she admitted.

      Carmen and Lily both squealed with delight. “Oh my God,” Carmen said, “tell me it wasn’t the one where, at the end, the tampons all line up and dance the Macarena.”

      Fawn turned scarlet. She wouldn’t look at them. “I plead the Fifth,” she said.

      Carmen threw her arm around her friend’s shoulders. “Hey! Don’t ever be ashamed of acting work,” she said. “(A) it pays, and (B) you’re on your way.”

      “To where, though?” Fawn asked, looking suddenly more vulnerable than Carmen had ever seen her look.

      Carmen gave her a squeeze, “To the top, hon,” she assured her. “To the top.”

      Then she grabbed the hands of both of her friends. “We’re all going nowhere but up. Am I right?”

      “Please, God, let her know what she’s talking about,” Fawn said to the ceiling.

      “Nowhere but up,” Lily repeated.

      Of course, that wasn’t what the tabloids were saying about Carmen (and they weren’t saying anything about Lily or Fawn). This week’s exaggeration: WITHOUT HER LEADING MAN, CARMEN CURTIS IN ROMANTIC FREE FALL. The headline was a pun on Luke’s new movie, in which he played a World War II parachutist. The cover showed a photograph of Luke Kelly and his hot new costar looking very cozy (it was for a scene so it didn’t bother Carmen) and next to it was a photo of Carmen talking on the phone, looking depressed. She knew exactly when it was taken—she’d seen the paparazzo lurking behind a newspaper stand. And she’d looked that way because she was listening to an old friend’s breakup story.

      I’m looking sympathetic in that shot, you idiots! she wanted to yell. Not depressed!

      It was really, really annoying. But by this point, Carmen СКАЧАТЬ