Loving a Celebrity

Chapter 5

A/N Hey everyone!! This is Wendy!! :) Yay I'm SOO excited that the new chap is up!! Are you guys up for it? xD Yeah? Well, then you'd be even more overjoyed when I tell you that......

I ADDED BRYCE'S POV!! FOR THE FIRST TIME YEAH!! Who's the awesome one huh? ;D

OMG I know there's something that I forgot to tell you guys... Oh well... AHA! I remembered!! Enjoy the story!! xD and keep up those commenting and fanning and voting kayz!! Love YA!!!

(oh my bye I'm getting kinda hyper xD)

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Chapter 5

I woke up by the sound of my phone's ringtone. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and peeked at my alarm. 9.00a.m. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I silently cursed myself. Thanks to that jerk-face, I had missed my work-out session today!

I shot right out of my bed and slipped, falling right on my bottom.

"OWW! This day just gets better, doesn't it?" I muttered while massaging my sore bum.

I yanked my phone out of its charger and saw that I had 10 missed calls from Drew. That old lady. It was incredible that he did not have any white hair with all his worrying. Sighing, I dialled his number.

"Hello?" I murmured into my receiver.

"How are you feeling?" Drew chuckled.

"Worse than having a hangover" I moaned and flopped down onto my bed.

"Well little missy, I think you better check what's going on outside your house. I heard it's a whole mob."

"Wha... What are you talking about?" I blinked, and, still drowsy from just waking up, stumbled towards the window, almost tripping on the carpet along the way. Seriously, if I trip on one more freaking thing, I swear I'll junk whatever is on the floor.

With a yawn, I yanked the curtains open and blinked at the sudden flash of sunlight streaming in.

All at once, I heard more than a hundred different-pitched screams. My brain failed to register what the screams were about. Hey, why are people screaming early in the morning? Did an accident happen or something? Did someone finally run over Nicole Kidman's poodle? Huh, whoever that was, I should thank them. That nasty pink poodle tried to bite my hand the other time, at least I managed to run away fast enough. If not, bye bye, my Rolex endorsement contract would have gone down the drain, even though it was kind of stupid. Seriously? One of the terms and conditions was "Not to damage my hands in anyway including allowing hair growth on them". I nearly choked with laughter when I saw that.

With my brain now awoken by a pink poodle and an image of hairy hands, my eyes focused on what was happening right outside my house.

Then I saw them. Lots of them. Probably HUNDREDS or... maybe THOUSANDS!

"Argh! Paparazzi!" I let out a high pitched shriek. How did I end up in this situation?! Wasn't it against the law for paparazzi to go near anywhere our kind's houses? Yeah, like quoting the whole rule book of the U.S to them would make them to away, half of me said sarcastically. Shut up, my other half said.

Just then, Jess' all-so-familiar silver Jaguar pulled up into my driveway. Tailing right behind it was Drew's auspicious red Ferrari. The paparazzi screamed even louder (if that was even possible), and I shrieked along with them for an entirely different reason.

I ran downstairs to get a better view, even though god knows why I wanted to look at that horrible spectacle. With speed that could probably match Usain Bolt's I reached the first floor in record time, and I wasn't even huffing and puffing! I stood behind the window right next to the door and peeked through the curtains. After all, if I show myself to them, I would probably need a hearing aid there and then. Listening to Justin Bieber for the rest of my life would probably beat that by a mile. (A/N sorry to JB fans!)