Part 3 - awkward dream

Sniff. . . Sniff. . .
Where am I? This room, black, cold, smells like jasmine.

"Are you okay darling?," someone's asking me. I can't see it. It's blur. But the voice is familiar to me.

"It's me Greg. You're in my room. You were faint when we were at Nobu," He's hnlding my hand. You know, I want him to hold my hand forever.

"Oh yes. I was feeling so dizzy. Sorry,"

"don't say that. I love you," he's hugging me so tight. He's kissing my hand and looking me in a romantic way!

"get your hand off, it is so wacky," okay, I lied.

"sorry. Do you want me to get you something?"

"mocktail, please"

"No way"

"alright. Get me anything to make me feel better"

"Here I am" He's opening his arms wide. Ready to hug me.

"Cheesy! Okay, a hug maybe can make me feel bette" Greg's hugging me, then he's laying next to me. He's singing me a song. I guess that is Justin Bieber's.

you look so deep, you know that it humbles me. You by my side and troubles them don't trouble me. Many have called but the chosen is you, whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you

"You know Greg, maybe I'm falling in love with you or at least have to," Damn, I don't know why I said those words.

"You told me I'm a player," He's looking my eyes. I realized how beautiful are those eyes, blue, calm and deep (?)

"Well hmm yeah"

"You look so sleepy. Are you sleepy, pumpkin?,"

"No, I'm not," and everything is turning black.

Whoah, look at this room, there are roses on the floor and, Hey it's unicorn! Pink unicorn!

"Hey pinky, you're sweet like a candy," the unicorn's kicking my foot

"Aww!" And the unicorn's running away. Dang that unicorn! At the corner there's a piano and someone's playing it. A guy with white tuxedo, his eye's blue. It's Greg!

"Greg, what are you doing here? Where are we?" I'm asking him and standing next to him.

"Who are you? You are such a pimple,"

"We're friend. Remember?"

"I don't have a friend like you! Go away from my room!," He's standing up and trying to bump me but he couldn't. He's picking the baseball stick and hitting my leg!

"No! Stop it!"

"Gwyneth! Wake up! Are you okay?," Greg's shaking my hand

"So it was a dream?"

"Well,yeah," He's wiping my sweat on my foreahead.

"You hitted my leg with a baseball stick. You were like a monster,"

"It wouldn't happen to us. I swear I will never do bad things to you," He's making V symbol.

"I know I trus you. But I can't imagine why I dreamed bout it,"

"Just forget it, okay? hey have I told you, you look so sweet when you were sleep"

"Duh, talk to my hand," I'm gigglin

"anyway your mother called when you sleep"

"and what did she say?"

"she said, okay greg have fun with her and be safe"

"euw, gross" I don't trust him.

"It's true! I swear for Miley Cyrus"

"Miley Cyrus? I never knew that you're such a freak"

"Freak what? I love Miley, She's Hot"

"She even don't know you," I'm pointing my finger right at his foreahead.

"And, you're 6 years older than her,"

"So what? Are you jealous?," Greg's looking at me with his poker face, evil!

"No fucking way! Why we talking bout this? Anyway can I stay here tonight?"

"I hope you say forever"

"It means yes or?"

"Yes it's a yes. Why don't you go hnme to your castle?"

"Castle? Ugh. I just want to be here with my lovely best buddy and we can talk all night long"

"Righty righty Ms.Gwyneth"

Part 2 - Nobu, Greg, I

Greg pinged me this morning

hey sweet, want sushi?
Kisses

I never thought he wake up that early. So I pinged him back

Def yes! What time? Pick me up :] and duh, don't kiss me

So here I am with Greg sitting in Nobu.

"Suzanne called me yesterday. She said she want our relationship start over again,"

"Suzanne? Your last girlfriend? And then what did you say to her?,"

"I said I already have a new girlfriend," he's drinking his drink and eating his sushi.

"what if she find out that you don't have a girlfriend and she get angry to you then she come to your house and then she burn it down?," Okay, I know this is too much

"oh c'mon, am I 14 years old that freak out when you say that kinda stuff? And anyway if she found out I'll tell her that Gwyneth's my girlfriend," he's laughing, and did you know that I love the way he laughing, effin cute!

"Gwyneth? It sounds familiar to me. Do I know her?"

"Yes, you know her better than me"

"Tell me what does she looks like?"

"umh, she's cute and..."

"and what?"

"and pretty, smart, beautiful, lovely, amazing, se.."

"bla bla bla. Stop it old man. Hey stop eating my sushi!," Greg's eating my sushi then I just gigglin.

"So, hows that sexybutt?," Greg's asking me.

"Sexybutt? Who?"

"The boy that you vomited to when we were having party in Body Language, LV"

"The boy... I forgot. And why do you call him sexybutt? It's weird. You're straight rite?"

"ofcourse! It is because you're the one who call him so! You were drunk that day"

"Ah! Ok! Forge it! I was drunk Greg!," I'm tickling him.

"haha okay, okay. Enough tickling me lady," Greg's face is turning red. I know he can't stand to tickle. I wanna tell you a secret, are you promise to keep your mouth close? I used to have a crush, and his name was Greg. I know it was a fooliest thing I did.

"Hello, earth's calling Gwyneth, copy copy srrrk" Greg's pretend talking to me through handytalkie.

"Can you stop playing that old jakes"

"Ooh, easy girl. Don't mad to daddy"

"if you were my daddy, I'd rather being a sister and keep my virginity forever"

"you already lost it," Greg's gigglin.

"Oh no! Can we leave now? I'm not feeling well," it is serious, I feel like butterflies in my stomach and bitting my lungs and feel so dizzy.

"as you wish madame!" He's holding my hands and we're stepping to the cashier.

"I pay it" look! Greg's really charming, he paid it, I mean how gantleman is this guy.

"you are always be gantlemen to me. Do you treat all girls like this?"

"Hmm. .I don't think so. I only do this for you," ugggghh. Dizzzzzy! All things are turning black

Part 1 - Introduction

Are you the type of girl that wants to be a princess so bad? I mean you really want to be a princess to have a fabulous life, famous friends, fancy dresses or a lot of money? If your answer is YES, then I must say that go change your-want-to-be-a-princess-so-bad-dream! It doesn't matter if you have a lot of money, handsome yet hot boyfriend or you have six summer houses in Ibiza because you have protocol rulus! Ehm, correction A LOT OF PROTOCOL RULES. You have to do this, that, don't do this, that and whatsoeverhell. I hate that! I just can't be myself. Okay, maybe some of you wondering who am I? Well, I'm Gwyneth Antoniete. My father is a Royal Duke of Burckingham and my mother is Anne Wyona The Great. Yup, you guess right! I'm a princess. Since I was 7 years old I have personal assistant, her name's Martha. She thaught me alot of things to be the 'real' princess and I often been grounded because I did mistakes. Poor, isn't it? And since I was 9 years old I learnt to speak in many languages. I know it sounds cool, but it really wasted my brain's capacity and oh so wasted my time. I learnt French, Spanish, Hebrew, Turkish, Italian, Dutch and I am very bad to speak in those languages. My mom once got angry to me. She said she paid $750/2hours for my languages courses and I said to her I don't need those kind of expensive courses and after that I've been grounded for 2 days.

First, I'm Gwyneth

Hey Everyone :)
My name is Gwyneth, But Greg usually call me Princess (and I hate the way he call me)
On this blog, I'll tell you about my whole life. And maybe the intersting part of reading this blog is . . .  i'm a fiction!
A girl with a big big big dream created me. She live somewhere in this world with her happy family and boyfriend. She wants to make a novel wih my story. Well, I hope her dream come true :)
That's it. Keep reading this blog and give us some comments if you want.


Lots of love, Gwyneth