Listen to the song when she is at Asher's house.

The Beginning

    "So they are basically going to pay you a bunch of money to babysit some rich famous guy your age?" My best friend Serafina asks incredulously.

  I nod my head. That's only the beginning of it. I may get paid $5,500 after 1 month of "babysitting" him, but I'm required to try to befriend him.

    "That's not the only thing. Apparently they have had some body guard type guys follow him around and try to keep him out of trouble. Key word try there. The girl who hired me said that he some how keeps causing so much trouble that the guys end up leaving before they even get paid. So she thinks maybe a girl would be able to lead him in the right direction." I'm stressing out by now.

  Of course I accepted the job offer because it's $5,500 after only 1 month, but there has to be some kind of reason nobody stuck around for that kind of cash.

    "Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" She says softly.

  I nod my head a little too hard and she sees through my calm cover and notices my stressed out features. I'm pacing my hotel room. My long, thick, raven black hair is pulled up into a messy bun on top of my head. I'm wearing dark blue jeans, a black tank-top and a blue, black, and pink plaid shirt is hanging around my waist. I also have my favorite black combat boots on. A gold locket hangs from my neck. I wear it everyday because my family gave it to me the day Serafina and I made our way to L.A. for my job offer.

  My best friend Serafina is basically the complete opposite of me. Serafina has her pretty blonde hair weaved into a fishtail braid running down her back. She has on a pair of white shorts and a dark blue loose fitting shirt with white anchors all over it. Added to all that she has on white converse.

    "Oh! I'm so sorry! I don't mean to stress you out Rebecca, but I just... I just don't think it's a very good idea. I mean we are talking about Asher Harditt. He is one of the most famous teen singers in the world. There's bound to be some jealous girls sending you death threats and telling all kinds of lies. I'm just worried about you that's all. Especially since your past is so..." She doesn't finish her sentence.

  I walk to my bag and start to pack all of my things back up. Tomorrow Serafina and I will split ways. I will take my car that sits down here because I'm here so often to Asher Harditt's house and Serafina will go back to Kentucky.

    "Since my past was what Serafina? Hard? Tough?" I yell. Not so much at her but more just to get the anger out.

    "No Rebecca! I mean that your past almost got you killed. What do you think those obsessed fangirls are going to think when a girl his age is everywhere he is? They will send death threats on social media. They will some how find your number. I read up about him on the internet. He has had three ex girlfriends. His last one, Ana Dallas, is crazy obsessed with him. She Has sent out people to beat up a girl who got involved with him. She is insane Rebecca. Please think this through!" By the end of her rant she is out of breath and has a pleading look in her eyes.

  Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. But my family could use the money on their farm. No. My family needs the money for the farm. I have to do this.

    "Come on Serafina. Those were just rumors. And like you said, she's crazy. Why would she do that a second time and risk getting caught? I'll be fine." I say this as calmly as I can, but inside I'm a nervous wreck. What if I end up doing a terrible job and he ends up getting himself hurt or landed in a hospital.

    "Okay Rebecca. I give up. I know you're not going to back down so I will. Let's just go to bed we both have a long day ahead of us." She says softly. Her emerald green eyes scan over me. My own dulled grey eyes start to water.

  Serafina notices and stands up. She walks over to me next to my bed that has my entire bags contents strewn everywhere. I had previously been trying to find something to wear tomorrow. My eyes blur and I feel a tear escape down my cheek. She hugs me tightly.

    "Please don't cry Rebecca! You know I start to cry when you cry and then we both turn into a hot mess." She exclaims. Her voice is thick with sadness. She doesn't want to leave me either.

  I giggle. She always knows how to cheer me up.

    "See there it is!" She says happily. She wipes a few tears from her eyes and then wipes the few tears on my cheeks off. "Now what happened here!" She giggles and motions to the horrid mess on my bed.

  I sigh. She'll think it stupid but I want to look nice when I go tomorrow. I mean, first impressions always count. Right?

    "Well, I've been trying to find something nice to wear tomorrow that would still resemble me." I say weakly.

  She merely laughs and starts to pile up all my clothes in the middle of the two bed hotel room. All of her clothes are neatly packed in her bag which is tucked in the corner of the wall next to her bed.

    "We'll think about that tomorrow morning, alright? But for now let's go to bed! We're both tired. And do you know what happens when you're tired in the mornings? Hmm? Well I'll tell you! You get grumpy! Nobody needs a grumpy Rebecca. So, go in the bathroom with these and go to the bathroom to change. I'll change out here."

  I giggle at her silly rambling, but take the pyjamas she handed me and walk to the bathroom to change like she told me to. She had grabbed me a black tank top and black sport shorts.

  When I step out of the bathroom Serafina is already in bed and half asleep. I slowly walk to my pile of clothes. I need to pick an outfit now or I won't be able to sleep. Before I can even pick up the first shirt Serafina clears her throat and points to my bed. Her eyes are still closed. Dang that girl is good.

  I sigh and make my way to my bed. The second my blankets are pulled over me and my head hits the pillow I'm out like a light.

    "Rebecca! Rebecca wake up!! If you don't wake up I won't be able to help you pick an outfit." She sings.

  I slowly open my eyes to be met by Serafina's green ones. It takes a few seconds to realize where I am. It takes a few more seconds to realize what today is.

    "Oh shoot. Well come on I still need to find an outfit!" I exclaim and jump out of bed.

  Serafina giggles. We both walk over to my clothes and sit down in front of it. We sit for twenty minutes holding up pieces of clothing to each other that might work. We put it in either the maybe pile or the no pile. Once the no pile gets too big I stack it neatly in my big black bag.

  After going through the maybe pile a couple times we come to three options. Option one is a black skirt with flowers all over it, a white t-shirt, and a pair of white converse that Serafina is willing to give me.

  Option two is a pair of black shorts, a white t shirt, and my combat boots. I don't know about this one. I finally settle on option three.

  Option three is a pair of dark blue jean shorts, a navy blue half bra with red roses and yellow flowers, over top of that is a black tank top with low cut sides, a pair of sandals with felt tassels on the top, and a black watch. (Picture up top) I put my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I also apply makeup. (Makeup at the bottom.) After we both get dressed we sit down in the middle of the floor.

  We have twenty minutes to kill so we take out a deck of cards and decide to play spit. (If you don't know what that is look it up) After a few rounds of spit its almost time to leave. Serafina stands up and holds out a hand for me.

    "Please come with Serafina!" I plead.

  Serafina just shakes her head with a sad smile. I hang my head and throw up an arm to her. She laughs and grabs onto my arm pulling me up to my feet.

    "I'm gonna miss you Rebecca. Call me every night okay. Also text me on kik and messenger, snap chat me, keep your instagram updated too." She says sternly.

  I roll my eyes and pull her into a hug. I can already feel the tears brimming up in my eyes. Oh no. Don't cry. Don't cry.

    "I'm really going to miss you." I whisper into her shoulder.

  She laughs with tears wetting her cheeks.

    "I will too girl. I will too." She says pulling away from the hug and wiping the tears from her cheeks. I do the same. The room falls into a comfortable silence. Finally I grasp my bags and she grabs hers.

  After checking out of the hotel and saying one last goodbye I leave in my two door black Jeep Wrangler with my stuff piled in the back seat and Serafina leaves in a taxi heading to the airport.

  When I finally pull into Asher's driveway I'm lost for words. His house is huge. It's completely white with a bunch of balconies everywhere. I turn off the ignition and hop out of the car. Hesitantly I make my way to the door and knock. I wait for a few minutes but no one answers. I knock again and wait a few more minutes. Still no one answers. I look to the side of the door for a doorbell. When I finally find one I ring it.

  Finally I hear footsteps coming towards the door. The door is flung open and a very fuming teenager is at the door. I'm guessing this is Asher. He has dark brown almost black hair and dark green eyes. May I add he is shirtless. His hair is messy, some pieces are sticking up in places but it looks good on him.

    "Look girl you must be lost. I'm not in the mood to sign autographs or cater to a drooling fan so beat it. Come to my next concert if you want to see me, kay?" And with that he slams the door closed.

  I sigh and ring the door bell again. The door is once again flung open. Before Asher has anything to say I stick my hand in front of his face to silent him.

    "Look buddy, I'm here to replace all of those big burly body guards that "babysit" you." I say sharply. I put air quotes around babysit. He only looks at me speechless. I raise an eyebrow and put my hand on my hip.

    "Well can I come in?" My voice is still sharp.

  He glares at me suspiciously but steps aside to let me in.

    "You go sit on that couch right there while I go call my manager Mandy. Don't touch anything!" He says pointing to a black leather couch in what must be the living room.

  I nod slowly and walk over to the living room. Everything looks so expensive I'm almost afraid to sit at all. I settle for walking back to the front door and leaning against it. Asher takes so long on the phone with his manager that I end up sitting on the floor and leaning against the door.

  When he finally comes back I'm half asleep. He nudges me with his bare foot. I jerk fully awake. When I notice I'm still on the floor I practically jump up off the floor and straighten my clothes. Asher smiles a little.

    "Sorry about being so rude. I'm just not used to any girls coming to my house unless they are crazy fangirls."

  I smile a little.

    "Hey it's okay. I'm sorry about being so unprofessional. I mean I almost fell asleep on your floor!" I exclaim.

  He laughs and leads me into the living room. He plops down onto the leather couch. I carefully lower myself onto an arm chair next to the couch. I sit on the edge of the seat and cross my legs.

    "No problem. I mean I don't care if you fell asleep on the floor. I mean I'm not mad at you for falling asleep on the floor. Er no that sounded weird. What I want to say is it's no biggie. It's actually nice to know you're human." He stutters out.

  I smile a little. At least after the rough beginning he's kind of nice. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

    "Oh that's a relief then. I think. Uhm well I guess I should probably introduce myself. I'm Rebecca Storms. I guess I'm what everyone else calls your "babysitter"."

  He scowls and nods.

    "Look I don't need a babysitter. All I want is to be able to act like a real teenager. I want to go out to parties and stay up all night and make stupid decisions."

  Without answering him I pull out my phone and text a few old friends that live here. Matthew and Mason are very good friends of mine that are Asher's age. Both text back.

Rebecca🐭- Either of you know of any parties being thrown tonight here in L.A?

Matt📹- Wait are you in L.A??

Mason🎭- Becca!! It's been too long!

Rebecca🐭- Yes I am in L.A I found a nice job and yes it has been too long Mason! We're all done with school so I was hoping I'd be able to say here longer than usual.

Matt📹- Actually Mason and I are planning on throwing a party at my house. Your welcome to come.

Rebecca🐭- Awesome can I bring a friend?

Mason🎭 Who your boyfriend?

Rebecca🐭 NO!!!

Mason🎭 Hahaha! I'm dying right now!

Rebecca🐭- 😈

Matt📹- Yeah of course you can bring a friend. Party starts at 8 kay?

Rebecca🐭- Ok thanks guys!!

  I look up at Asher and he looks mad at me for not answering him.

    "Well Asher. If you want to be a teenager I'm the girl to be around."

  He looks at me with puzzled eyes.

    "Tonight at 8 we are both going to a party so be ready. Two of my friends are going to be throwing it."

  His eyes soften as he looks at me. I'm definitely thinking that working here won't be too bad.

    "Really? You'd actually let me go to a party? I mean none of my other body guards would let me go anywhere."

  I nod and turn towards the front door. My hand is on the handle and just about to turn it when he stops me.

    "Uh hey where are you going?" He says his eyebrows are furrowed.

    "I'm going to go look around for a hotel nearby. I obviously wouldn't live here." I say and start walking out the door to my jeep.

    "Eh hey!! Wait up." He catches up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Why wouldn't you live here with me. I mean room in my house. Er no I mean. Ugh you know what I mean. I have a spare room you can have. I'll even help you decorate it." I look at him incredulously.

    "Would you really do that?"

  He nods and leads me back into the house.

    "Of course I would really do that. It's the least I can do in return for helping me live a little."

  He leads me up a staircase and to a room. When he opens the door I'm amazed. The room is completely white. There is a huge bed against one wall with all white sheets and comforter and pillowcases. Across from the bed leaning against the other wall is a huge flat screen tv.

  Directly across the room is a door. There's another door next to the tv.

    "Do you like it? That door next to the tv is the closet and the door over across the room is the bathroom connected to the room. It's the best guest room I have." He says quietly.

  I still stare at the room in awe.

   "It's amazing! I could probably fit my sisters room and my room into this room and still have space. Are you sure you want me to live here? I could always find a hotel nearby. It really wouldn't be a problem."

    "Of course. Maybe tomorrow I could help you decorate it?" He forms the proposal into a question. I just nod.
 
  I don't want to be a burden. And this kind of lifestyle is still so new to me. I grew up on a farm in a farmhouse. Not in L.A in a mansion!

  He simply nods back and grins. I look at my watch. Crap it's already 6:30! That means I have an hour to go to a mall and find a dress. And an hour to get ready and eat!

    "I have to go. I need to go out and buy a dress and eat and get ready in an hour and a half." I say quickly running downstairs. I'm just about to leave through the door when Asher stops me.

    "Hey. Wait like two minutes. I'll get a shirt and put shoes on and then we can go to the mall and go out to dinner." He says grinning.

  I can't say no. Or can I. Ugh I don't know! He senses my conflict in answering and speaks again.

    "Please. It's my treat. You don't even have to bring a wallet."

  I hesitate for a second. Well I guess I have to say yes now. It would be rude to turn down his offer.

    "Okay. I guess we can go together. But what about paparazzi? Wouldn't they follow you? It probably wouldn't look good for your reputation to be seen going around with some random girl and not some celebrity." I say.

  He shrugs and laughs a little.

    "I don't care if I'm seen with you. And don't worry nothing bad will happen." He says softly. I nod shakily and look at the ground as he runs up the steps.

  What he doesn't know is that something bad could happen. He doesn't know about my serious anxiety and self consciousness. I don't want to have a panic attack out in public with cameras pointed at me.

  Asher comes back down the steps and we agree to go in my car so no one connects it to him. He decides to drive. We head to a mall not too far away. I can only hope everything goes well.