A game with fire

Chapter 7: A stinging truth

--Jaime's pov--

I walked toward the fridge feeling a bit hungry. I was supposed to have that big live interview today but I just didn't felt that to be necessary. I wouldn't even get anything for going there, maybe just more teenage fans... and I just thought that I had enough teenage fans already. I opened the big black fridge and got a yogurt with raspberry taste. Being famous could sometimes be a pain in the ass. Like, I just couldn't go to the park without having a massive attention. But who was I kidding? I didn't have anything against attention. It was only the paparazzi who couldn't take good pictures of me that pissed me off. As I was about to walk out the kitchen my mom stopped me. My moms black hair was in a pony tail and her green eyes studied me disappointed. 

"Jaime. Why didn't you want to be a part of that interview?" she asked me. I just rolled my eyes. 

"Mom. I already told you. It's just a massive bullshit to attract attention to that channel." I said in a mixture of harsh and tired voice. 

"I have already been over this. I didn't want to." I said and walked out the kitchen. My mom could really piss me off sometimes. I picked up my phone and started texting with my buddies. I sat down in the dinner table and started to eat my yogurt. So instead of going to LA I stayed home. It was something at least... I thought to myself. Maybe I could play laser tag instead, I mean it was only nine. But crap, I totally forgot that they closed at seven. What the hell should I do instead? Maybe skipping the interview wasn't the greatest idea after all... Nah. It totally was. I rose from the chair leaving the yogurt on the table. Someone else would probably pick it up. I walked upstairs to my room. I passed the white wallpapers that covered the corridor walls and walked into my room. My room was decorated by blue wallpapers and the floor was covered by dark brown walnut. In front of me my blue California king size bed covered a bit of my room. My big HD TV was in front of the bed so I could watch TV whenever I wanted and on my right an big black wardrobe stood. And to my left my black oak desk with my laptop stood. I was proud to call it my room because it was really stylish. I went to my bed and started the TV. I bored jumped between the different channels and soon realised that the only thing left to watch was the interview I was supposed to have or The Simpson's. I went for The Simpson's but they played an episode I had already watched. Damn. I thought disappointed. I turned on the TV4 and watched bored as the camera recorded the interviewers face. She had brown hair and grey eyes. She looked pretty cute. 

"So. I'm glad to present you to the annual charity show! Here we have many different stars and we will interview each of them! And as you already know- every watching number will increase the money we will send to Africa! So here we go!" I stared bored at the show. 

"To my left I have Lee Gonzales who's a famous pop star! And I have Thomas Lopez with Kath Lopez!" The interviewer kept going on and I was on verge to turn it off. 

"And on my right I have Allen Young, Evan Turner and our guest star Jaime Phills!" I stared at the interviewer. Jaime Phills? What the hell? Had they mixed something up? And then they showed a guy. All blond messy hair and brown eyes. He got a blue shirt and dark blue jeans. He looked Exactly like me. What the freaking...? What? I asked myself over and over again. The guy who claimed to be me smiled and said 'hi'. He sounded exactly like me- so he couldn't had been some sort of fan who did a plastic surgery... but I had to admit. That was just crazy. No one would do that. Who the hell is he? I couldn't rip my eyes from the screen. 

"So Jaime?" the interviewer started. They said Jaime. So they had to think that it was me, but why wouldn't they think that? He looked exactly like me. Impossible. 

"I heard earlier today that you wouldn't show up! But look at you! Here you are! What changed your mind?" the interviewer asked the guy. 

"Um. You know. I thought that helping the poor is something we people should do- no matter what." the guy slurred. The guy looked as he didn't have much self confidence. Oh my god, that guy would destroy my image if he kept going on. But I couldn't do anything! The interview was in LA what's like an hour away with a plane.