Now Why'd You Have To Go And Do A Thing Like That

By CJ Hawk

Hollywood takes in Alabama, but not for long. One woman thought she wanted the glamorous life but what she got was a backstabbing best friend and her spot on prime time television for the entire world to see. Back home, no one seemed to care that she had gone and screwed up her life, but there was one question on the tip of her own tongue that kept repeating itself. "Why'd you have to go a do a thing like that?" Not once did she see it coming, but when she went about making the same mistakes back home in Alabama, she knew she needed to get her wits about her. Only problem was, that the one man that mattered most might have decided she was too much drama to handle. It wasn't her fault that she was born with a magical drama disaster wand or was it? Could she learn to be the woman she was raised to be and let the man of her dreams know how much she loves him back, or is it too late and he decides that loving her hurts too much to be rejected again. Sometimes a southern man knows that if you love someone, she is worth it all in the end. Can this starlet claim Sweet Home Alabama once again?
Favorite quote that describes it all. "I was born with a tiara on my head and magical wand that created plumes of drama whenever I waved it."
Alabama chick lit goes LA chic, but not for long. Home is where the heart is and there ain't nothing sweeter than Sweet Home Alabama. Sometimes a girl has to fix her fancy before she can realize what is really important in life. If you were born down south, you would know that the hospitality runs a tight finish with southern cowboys knowing what the right thing is to do.
If life were as easy as waving a magic wand, we would all live in fairyland. Instead it's filled with hopes and dreams, triumphs and failures and a long dusty road home to where the heart is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Hawk
• Release date: Mar 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465726834

CJ Hawk

I am an independently published author that finds scraps of time to write with intentions to escape the perils of a working life while owning and operating three small businesses with my husband, raising teen boys, sixteen paws (yes four shelter dogs) and a tank full of fish that keep multiplying on their own every time we look for baby fish – free fish anyone? For all of the chaos, testing of mental fortitude, strength and intuition I have endured, I have a lot to be thankful for.Recent years have put my dedication to writing time on the back burner. There were a few major surgeries within my immediate household, to then have major changes in life in general. As of 2015, I lost my mother to the final battle of Ovarian Cancer. She was a strong independent woman that I loved deeply but often saw things quite a bit differently, yet only a mother knows, you love your child no matter what - and that love will always find a way.Between our business, teens, my mother’s cancer battle and life, I have found a renewed sense of what makes me content when the tides are trying to drown me... and that is to be creative in any whimsical way that nudges me. I am back to writing full force when time allows, painting, gardening, taking pictures, knitting or my all-time favorite thing that helped me morn my loss, scrapbooking. All of these things are so very therapeutic and to be able to share with others, gives me joy.I hope you like my books, not perfect as they could be; but life is not perfect and is meant to be enjoyed nonetheless. – CJ Hawk

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Now Why'd You Have To Go And Do A Thing Like That

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Now Why'd You Have To Go And Do A Thing Like That

Hollywood takes in Alabama, but not for long. One woman thought she wanted the glamorous life but what she got was a backstabbing best friend and her spot on prime-time television for the entire world to see. Back home, no one seemed to care that she had gone and screwed up her life, but there was one question on the tip of her own tongue that kept repeating itself. Why'd you have to go and do a thing like that? Not once did she see it coming, but when she went about making the same mistakes back home in Alabama, she knew she needed to get her wits about her. Only problem was, that the one man who mattered most might have decided she was too much drama to handle. It wasn't her fault that she was born with a magical drama disaster wand or was it? Could she learn to be the woman she was raised to be and let the man of her dreams know how much she loves him back, or is it too late, and he decides that loving her hurts too much to be rejected again? Sometimes a southern man knows that if you love someone, she is worth it all in the end. Can this starlet claim Sweet Home Alabama once again?

Favorite quote that describes it all. I was born with a tiara on my head and magical wand that created plumes of drama whenever I waved it.

Chapter One

It's a cat fight; that's what it is. I turned to my best friend Lisa with a coy smile after watching two women go at in the bar. Hair pulling, claws flying, expensive clothes ripping and harsh words their mothers never thought they would hear out of their daughters. Thank God, we'd never be like that. I tossed in for a confirmation, as things have been a little strange lately. She smiled back, but her eyes said something else altogether unnamable with what I had just stated. I had no idea that what was coming my way would have made the Japan tsunami look like a wading pool splash.

Rumor has it. Rumor has it. Those three lousy words rolled through my brain over and over for hours, reaching over forty-eight hours at this point. Lack of sleep. I've got it. Red itchy burning eyes from crying, I've got it. Puffy face and the hiccups, I've got those too. However, what I don't got - is the fact that it was happening to us, Lisa and me. We were the Rumor Has It gals now, and I wasn't sure if a cat fight would make me feel better or worse. What she had done was far worse than my worst nightmare and none of it was true, well some of it. But why? I had cried out those words repeatedly, to myself, to my mother, to my father, my sister Claire while she bathed her twin girls and now to my cat, Snickerdoodle. The one creature I know that will not judge me or believe what is being said.

My entire life was now being splashed across the Hollywood media, for all to judge. Every picture, racy or not, was being sold to any tabloid willing to buy it. What was worse, I wasn't some Hollywood Starlet. I had wanted to be, but I was the Hollywood Entertainment News reporter, the one that usually reported the scoop.

Now I was in my apartment, fuzzy jammies, fuzzy hair, holding my cat, watching my ex-employer and some new bimbo read off the teleprompter, all the juice about me that Lisa spilled. Watching pictures of me in my long brunette hair with a Brazilian blowout, sparkling hazel eyes, and my three hour a day of strict workout regimen body be turned into a woman out of control. Somebody had made my eyes look dull, my skin over tanned, my hair in massive need of conditioner and a muffin top on some of these pictures. A muffin top! I practically screamed and cried at the same time to the confines of my bedroom walls. If they could talk back, they would have told me that I did not have nor did I ever have a 'muffin top' and that Lisa was going to pay for what she did.

This rumor juice would have flown under the radar for most, but Lisa timed it just right. I was about to be promoted to lead interviewer which meant a lot more Hollywood parties and a gig as a sidekick in a new movie. It was a small part but a start in acting that I had been working for. My career was going up, up, up and hers... well she had just been laid off as restaurant manager at an elite Hollywood restaurant.

If it was money she had wanted, I would have given it to her, but it was my boyfriend she wanted along with the money, that came with selling the story and all those darn cell phone pictures we took of each other doing really stupid stuff. Not to mention she videotaped my confession of my pregnancy conception from Hollywood's latest hunk. A videotape I was not aware of; damn camera phones. A pregnancy I wasn't sure I was going to keep, and I definitely didn't want my current boyfriend Crispin to find out about unless I planned to keep the pregnancy.

The whole thing was a mess of proportionate disaster, at least in my world. My boss fired me on the spot and then quickly released my story and pictures before anyone else, making me out to be the latest Hollywood scarlet wanna be. Then it was all over the entertainment news media, Twitter, Facebook and even the local news back home in Alabama. If I had slept with anyone other than Mr. Hollywood, I probably never would have made the headlines. He was big news and now I was part of it.

As for my boyfriend Crispin and why Lisa wanted him. Well, he is an up-and-coming actor with very famous parents in the industry. Lisa was known for flirting with him ruthlessly, but I never imagined she would do this, never. Now I could see her working her way into my life, easily replacing me.

The same words echoed through my head like a reverberation, 'now why'd you have to go and do a thing like that'? My mom said it, my dad, my sister down in Alabama and if my fluffy white cat Snickerdoodles could talk; she would have asked the very same question. It was in her blue eyes that she told me that she forgave me, and I was still number one in her book.

As for Crispin, he was on Facebook faster than a racecar driver, stating his status as single. A few hours later, Lisa and Crispin were updated as a couple and I was crushed. They looked so happy in their pictures. Moreover, I knew that looking at their updates was only making things worse for my mental well being, but I had to look. I was curious. The pictures they posted together seemed almost too surreal.

As for the current condition of my pregnancy, well if it weren't for the slipped up condom deal, I would not think that it was Mr. Hollywood's. Nevertheless, the incident happened, rather disappointingly I might add considering he was up for an academy award that I had expected more. However, five cosmopolitan drinks later with no food in my system for the last twenty-four hours left me a wee bit tipsy and not a very good thinker on the cognitive scale. A trip to the ladies restroom, followed by a persistent Mr. Hollywood following me, wanting an 'exclusive' interview; we did the horizontal for all of two minutes. The worst dreaded two minutes of my life.

I didn't think Crispin needed to know. It wasn't like we were engaged or going to get married. We were an item though. Hollywood loved to have us together at events, taking pictures, laughing or just hanging out. We were a Hollywood match made in heaven. My southern sweetness and LA body went hand in hand with his blonde surfer shag and six-pack of abs.

Right this second, as my face and name were being splashed across entertainment news by my replacement; there was no longer a hand in hand or a promotion. There was just Snickerdoodles, the little pea pod growing in my belly and me. This poor thing didn't have a chance in my crazy world, yet alone what kind of mother would I make? Somehow, the nagging feeling in the back of my head told me that I would keep it. I picked up the fifth pregnancy test with the pink positive sign and stared at it a bit longer. Long enough to make my eyes feel cross and my fingers twitch.

Just as I was about to eat the last Pepperidge Farm Milano cookie in the bag, Snickerdoodles made a loud meow and jumped out of my lap and off to the floor heading for the front room. I paused for a second and muted the low volume I had going on the TV. If I didn't know better that was the sound of my front door being opened and the only three people that had a key were Crispin, Lisa and my sister Claire. The last thing on my mind lately was to change the locks.

Then, there was her voice. Julie Marie Howland. Not the name Lisa or Crispin called me. They called me by my stage name Jules Hone. My acting manager gave it to me, said it had a certain ring to it, kind of Starlet factor. Right now, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard every time I heard my name in the news.

As she rounded the corner to my bedroom with Snickerdoodles in hand, she had a look of concern on her face. I don't know if I am madder at the fact that Lisa and Crispin did this to you, or that you didn't tell me first. How the heck can I not be excited about being an aunt, but not telling me first? Not to mention the fact that you got it on with 'the' next big Hollywood hunk. I would have liked to know about that incident, like every frigging detail.

I looked at her with puppy-dog eyes and slowly crawled out of my bed with cookie crumbs falling onto the floor while trying to get up and give my baby sister a huge hug, which I needed so desperately right now. I needed someone on my side, not just by phone but also in person to help me through this ordeal.

After a long tender hug from my baby sister and a white fluffy cat meowing at our legs, winding in and out and around, we pulled apart and laughed.

So here's how it's going to play out. She put up her hand to stop me from talking. I was usually the older sister in charge so this felt different. "I talked with mom and dad; they can't fly back from the Bahamas for another two days. I told them to finish out their golf vacation there and that you and I were going