The Do-Over

NO, not you again!

“Derrick! Derrick! DERRICK!” I called out my butler’s name. I heard him tiptoeing by, trying to avoid me.

“Derrick! Get over here NOW.”

“Yes, ma’am?” he replied. To be one-hundred percent honest, Derrick is my only true friend who isn’t a celebrity, and he only calls me “ma’am” when he knows I’m mad.

Derrick isn't really a sophistacated person at all like most butlers. He has black, fluffy hair, wears eye liner and cusses a lot. He is a gentleman though when he needs to, like when giving good service to guests. He was in a band for about a decade back in New York City, but his other band members went their seperate ways and left NYC.

After they did that, Derrick came out here to Los Angeles and started working as a server at restraunts, bars. Soon he starting being a butler at other wealthy people's houses. But then I've read his resume and saw that he seems the least stuck up out of all the other butlers that have applied when my mom and I were looking for a butler.

Since I have really no other friends that I see super often, or by choice, I'll come home to Derrick and tell him all my true feelings that I feel about everything and everyone around me. Although he is a rockstar on the inside, he is very wise. Except when he rats me out.

“Why did you tell my mom about the party? Oh and I want my money back!”

“I swear to fucking god I didn’t! After everyone left and you crashed out on the couch, I cleaned everything up like you advised me to, and I DID keep my damn mouth shut! For crying out loud, Sienna! She's your mother! She can tell whether you’re drunk or not, y'know.”

Then I stated, “Huh, if she really tried to get to know me, maybe she should spend some actual quality time with me, but she never has time for that.”

“What the hell you talking about? You two spend lots of time together!” Derrick said.

“Yeah, but it’s only for my career and stuff. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had real mother-daughter time.”

“You should take a day off and just spend it with your mom and not partying, you know.” “Yeah, yeah.. hey where are my Versace heels?” I said changing the topic.

I went out for a bit in my BMW but I brought Derrick with me so he can go out and get me what I want so I don’t have to get surrounded but so many people. All I want for today were just some magazines and a low-fat vanilla latte. While I was waiting in the car, with windows rolled up blasting my favorite band’s music: Green Day.

I’m not supposed to, but I’m really into 90’s alternative rock, like Green Day’s old music. To everyone I’m just a pop princess, but if I do tell people about my secret obsession, they’ll think that I’m going to start making that kind of music, which I honestly don’t think I’m that good and worthy enough.

Suddenly, I received a text message. (Yes, my mom took my iPhone 5 away, but I had my old iPhone 4S that I use as a back-up). “Uggh why is he texting me again??” I complained letting out a groan. The text was from my ex-best guy friend, Bieber. Justin Bieber.

**(A/N) Since Billie Joe Armstrong (lead singer & guitarist of Green Day) is cast as Derrick, I based Derrick off of Billie Joe personality- wise. If you're a Green Day fan like I am, you will understand this ;) if not I just told you lol. Thanks for reading :)**