What's not to love about Cher (fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Holy crap, I've been running for ten to fifteen minutes now, I think my body is overloaded with adrenaline and I think Cher is gone. Phew. Hold it together you idiot. I need water now. No I don't , I need to spew my guts, but I can't do that either. I've just realised that I've dropped my camera and my phone, I guess phones don't belong in your bra huh? Well it's pitch black and I have no idea where I am. I feel so bad, in fact on a scale of one to ten I am at a minus ten. Wow, I never knew working for the paps would be this hard.

I've found a really crappy hotel but it's got a tv. OMG, I am on the NEWS! "A strange girl makes her way onto the superstars lawn and starts taking very disgusting photos of Cher's house and the guests, more news in a moment" That's not what I was doing! I just wanted to meet Cher. I can't leave the hotel or stay can I? I bet they're looking for me? Do they take fifteen year olds seriously in a court room? Lord help me. Oh Lord.

The number one thing I've learnt about staying in a really crappy hotel is the fact that there is no wifi and your bed is as hard as a rock and the couch has stains all over it! Gross, not to mention there aren't even any cleaning products around. After paying for this rent I'm not even going to have a dollar to my name, I'm even reciting Adele lyrics! Anyway, back to Cher. She's fabulous because she's the goddess of pop and she's my QUEEN. Her new album, Closer to The Truth is coming out this month and I'm so excited. She's touring in Australia next year in March and I can hardly breathe. How can I possibly show my face when I'm on the news and she's got my camera. I need a plan to get my camera back, but I feel so bad that I think I should write her fanmail and put it under her door. It's so cold in here and I'm so tired yet I am so hungry, do they even offer room service around her? I grab the white phone sitting on the wall which has dust and grime all over it, I cuss under my breath.

"Hello?" I ask

"Hello this is Lysh, what can I get you?"

"Do you have a menu at all?" I mutter being rather nervous.

"There would be a menu on your fridge." Oh shit, I feel so stupid.

"Okay thank you, can you hold on whilst I go and get it?" I hear her end of the line go silent and so I get the menu of the fridge which too is revolting and greasy. My jaw drops and my lips make the shape of an 'o' Seventeen dollars for a minestrone soup, are you serious?! My eyes quickly scan the leaflet and I look for the cheapest thing possible,toast, I can do toast. Raisin bread, four dollars for two slices. I think that should save me... From starvation.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes, Lysh is still here, what can I get you?" I swallow hard.

"Two slices of raisin bread please," I add as I hold my stomach as it grumbles.

"Sure thing, five to ten minutes max. Okay?"

"That's great thank you," I add.

"Okay baby doll, be right up," Lysh hangs up and I try to recover my equilibrium.

I'm sitting around and I'm so exhausted and the next thing I know I hear Lysh at my door. "Hello, food delivery," she chuckles and she comes inside and places my toast on the table. Her blonde hair is curly and gorgeous, her eyes are brown and she's shorter than me. She has a kind face. She's got her nails done, she's got French tips! I love the turquoise tips!

"I love your nails," I grin as I put my dark blonde hair behind my ears.

"Thank you, just got them done yesterday," If only I had the time to do my nails.

"Is there anything else I can get you? A pillow, clean sheets?" I just look at her and then point towards the couch.

"Do you have any cleaning products?" I smile, trying to stay hopeful.