Love Wars

Love Wars

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Meet Alison ‘Ali’ Donovan. Everybody thought that her life is happy. She has a faithful boyfriend Jake, who swears to marry her someday. She has two lovely, little dogs Mischa and Calista. She is living her lifelong dream as a veterinarian. What else can she ask for, right? But Alison still found her current life boring. She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to do something different. She wanted to get out of her comfort zone. And when she crossed paths with that hunky rock-and-roll crooner, Chris Thompson, she started to wish for her old life back.

Summary

Meet Alison ‘Ali’ Donovan. Everybody thought that her life is happy. She has a faithful boyfriend Jake, who swears to marry her someday. She has two lovely, little dogs Mischa and Calista. She is living her lifelong dream as a veterinarian. What else can she ask for, right?
But Alison still found her current life boring. She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to do something different. She wanted to get out of her comfort zone. And when she crossed paths with that hunky rock-and-roll crooner, Chris Thompson, she started to wish for her old life back.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Love Wars

Author Chapter Note

Meet Alison ‘Ali’ Donovan. Everybody thought that her life is happy. She has a faithful boyfriend Jake, who swears to marry her someday. She has two lovely, little dogs Mischa and Calista. She is living her lifelong dream as a veterinarian. What else can she ask for, right? But Alison still found her current life boring. She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to do something different. She wanted to get out of her comfort zone. And when she crossed paths with that hunky rock-and-roll crooner, Chris Thompson, she started to wish for her old life back.

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Submitted: February 18, 2012

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“Hi doc,” Mom entered my clinic in her usual vivacious mood coupled with a loud, cheery voice that filled my supposedly sanctuary. Her three-inch Jimmy Choo heels clanked annoyingly against the tiled flooring. Behind her, Chanel, my mom’s beloved three-year-old Pomeranian trotted along walking in her usual proud and arrogant stance. And why wouldn’t she be? She was wearing that adorable customized little black doggy dress that mom got for her when they both took a long vacation in London. They were there to visit my mom’s super rich Brit boyfriend, Lucas Cornish – Smith.

“Where’s my darling Mischa?” She said the word ‘darling’ with a fake British accent. I stifled a laugh, avoiding hurting her feelings. She really was that in – love with the old Brit, trying her very best to be a British herself. Whatever. As long as she’s happy, then I had no choice but to be happy for her, too. After all, she deserved falling in love again after my dad cheated on her with a younger woman that he just met at a strip club seven years ago.

“Ouch mom,” I said, feigning a hurt expression on my face. “That was really offensive. You didn’t even bother to check on Cali.”

Cali was short for Calista, my one-year-old Maltese-Shih Tzu hybrid. I named her after Calista Flockhart, the lead actress in Ally McBeal. I used to watch a lot of it back when I was still in my pre-teens days. And obviously, I named my other dog Mischa, a five – year – old Yorkie, after Mischa Barton, which is one of my favourite actresses aside from Angelina Jolie and Cameron Diaz.

“I don’t like her that much,” She admitted, slumping herself comfortably on the black couch that I provided in my clinic. Then, she rested her feet on the coffee table, removing her shoes as she did. Chanel happily climbed in, resting her little head on her master’s lap. She immediately drifted off to sleep. “I personally think that Cali is a yappy, ankle – biting dog. But that’s not why I came here, anyway. Got news for you.”

I shot her a curious glance and gently closed the lid of my Macbook. I shifted myself on the swivel chair where I was sitting and said, “News? What news?”

A wide smile spread on my mom’s old but still beautiful face. She was a mirror image of me, only that I’m her younger version. We both have the same shade of long, golden – blonde hair, pale, freckled skin that can be remedied with the help of a good makeup, full rosy lips and deep, warm Hazelnut – brown eyes.

“Yesterday, I was having my morning coffee at Starbucks.” She recalled.

“And?” I anxiously waited for more. I sincerely hoped for more.

“I bumped into Gracie, you still remember her? Your best friend? The multimillionaire daughter of Richard Hart?”

I nodded.

“Well, we had a little chit-chat over some venti lattes and pies,” She said. “She asked me about you, how you were doing and if you’re married. I told her that you’re now a licensed vet but I decided to leave the details in your relationship with Jake private.”

My glum face suddenly lit up. Gracie was my best friend way back when I was still in high-school. Together with the rest of our other best girls Madison, Tracy and Akiko, we were the most popular and the meanest girls at Belleville High School. We had fun picking up on girls who were less popular, less fashionable and less beautiful. All that changed when I fell in love with Jake Wallace, your typical stereotype nerd-next-door who always wears thick-framed, horn-rimmed and huge eyeglasses coupled with the braces and the argyle-printed vests. Suddenly, Gracie and the rest of the crew stopped talking to me. I even lost the popularity that I once enjoyed. Soon, we all graduated from high-school and I decided to leave all of the bad memories behind and looked ahead. Forgetting about Gracie and the girls, I moved to Ithaca, New York to pursue a career in veterinary medicine at Cornell University. A year since I started college, I received a lengthy e – mail message from Gracie saying that she was sorry about dumping me just like that and that they finally accept Jake as my boyfriend. The girls and I reunited and went out on our weekend shopping trips and bar hopping every Friday night for three consecutive months. Then, Akiko had to go back to Japan to tend on her dying grandfather. Soon, we all lost in touch once again and from then on, I focused on my studies and I finally found myself earning a Master’s Degree in my course. I stayed in New York for six more months and after finally getting my license, I went back to New Jersey to start a new life together with Jake. With the help of my mom’s huge bank account (Thanks to you, Mr. Cornish – Smith!), I established my own animal clinic, Paws and Claws Animal Clinic, situated in the heart of the hustle-and-bustle area of Bloomington. At first, I thought that I was living the American Dream. Then, I found myself getting bored of my routine life with Jake, which consists of eating breakfast together, going to work, going back home, eating take-out dinners together, walking Mischa and Calista at the park after dinner and sleeping. Whenever I’m all alone at my clinic, I often found myself thinking about Gracie and the girls and the glamorously fun life that I had with them. Everyday in our lives was anything but new and thrilling. There were always new clothes to wear, new places to party, new classmates to pick up on and new boys to kiss. Well, let’s just forget about that last part. I love my boyfriend, but my relationship with him was getting boring. And now, my mom, Elizabeth Donovan, of all people was making my life exciting again for me.

“Ali, are you listening to me?” I realized that I had been detached from reality for quite some time.

“Sure,” I assured her. “Go on.”

“She wanted me to give you this.” Mom dug a pink, sweet-scented envelope on her tote and handed it to me. “Read it.”

I opened the envelope and read its contents. I didn’t notice that I was smiling the whole time. “Gracie is inviting me to her birthday party.”

Mom arched a perfectly tweezed and plucked eyebrow up. “And you’re going?”

I gave her a look like she was some kind of a nutcase. “Of course,” I exclaimed coolly. “This is an exciting life at my feet and I wouldn’t miss this party for anything in the world.”


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