“Miss Dior, did you hear me?” The annoying lady on the other side of the phone snapped at me.
“Yes, yes I did!” I replied exasperatedly.
Here we go again, another movie and another co-star that I will have to babysit. Great! I am twenty and I have to babysit an idiot. Whoops! Where are my manners? My name is Stella Dior, Hollywood’s golden girl and unfortunately, for the next two months of summer, a babysitter.
“Stella! Answer my question!” There comes her oh-so-sweet voice again. I mean everyone loves and annoying and nasal tone don’t they.
“Yeah yeah, take of his needs to pee and all that. I’ll do it don’t worry.” No I won’t.
Apparently satisfied with my answer she went on with her rant and I zoned out again. This whole mess started on a beautiful Beverly Hills summer morning. I sat on my couch watching what I like to call sexy perfection, in other words Ian Somerholder, aka Vampire Diaries. Dia, my manager, came bursting into my batcave (Yeah okay I made a batman reference but come one even you have to admit that that guy has the sexiest voice ever). Let me tell you something about Dia. She is a workaholic. She graduated from high school and university too early in book and completely normal in her Indian book. She studied law but after a bit of groveling and begging, she started working as my manager. I needed someone I could trust and Dia was the only one who could handle this job. She walked in, sat on my bed and eyed me skeptically. One of her eyebrows shot up and she had her trademark smirk playing on the corner of her lips. This was not going to end well. I slowly put down the screen of my laptop and grinned at her. The expression on her face reminded of the last time she had a “brilliant” idea. Did I mention I knew this was not going to end well?
“Stella, Stella, Stella.” She started, looking at me disapprovingly.
“Dia, Dia, Dia.” I contradicted.
She smirked at me and I returned it with one of my couldn’t-care-less looks. I wasn’t going to lose this one, which one you may ask? The one where she tricked me into one of her traps.
She continued, “I have planned the most amazing summer for the most amazing friend ever.”
I didn’t like the sound of these words because every time she used them it would always be to ask for a favor. Those favors never ended well. And this just added to my long list of ‘why I knew this was not going to end well.’
“You remember Devon right?”
“Devon who?” I replied dumbstruck.
“Devon, you know like the nasal voiced one?”
I blinked trying to remember who the hell she was talking about. And then it hit me. “You mean the bitch with the ass that is approximately as big as or even bigger than Africa?”
“It’s not that big Stella.” She replied shaking her head. And then we both cracked up.
When we finally regained our breaths Dia said, “No seriously, I really need you to take care of her client. It will affect your career in a major way. And come on he’s not that bad for heavens’ sake he’s…”
“I’m home bitches!” Our slut walked in. She was wearing her usual, a red corset, black jeggings and red stilettos. Saved by the Alex.
I smiled at the thought. It seemed so far away now, catch the sarcasm please. There was this annoying noise buzzing around my ears. I realized Devon was still talking. Since I couldn’t care less I pulled out my brand new iPhone 4s, that I am completely in love with, and started playing temple run. I was at a million points and on a roll and there comes the nasal voice again. God! If she was standing next me, one of us would surely be missing teeth right now.
“Stella! It’s five-thirty! Shouldn’t you be doing something right now? Like for example going to the airport instead of talking to me?”
“Gladly!” and I hung up on her.
Thank God that was over. I quickly put on the clothes my stylist, aka Alex, put out for me, grabbed the keys to my yellow Lamborghini, grabbed my purple hearts Marc Jacobs clutch and hit the road. I made it to LAX in twenty minutes. I saw the usual paps and put on my emergency disguise, Ray Ban aviators, LA Lakers hat and my purple monster beats (NOT Justin sissy Bieber beats!).
I got out of my car and walked confidently into the airport. The stupid brainless paps didn’t even recognize me. Honestly, those guys have brains the size of peanuts. So I made way through the airport to the screens with the arrival information and saw that his plane from London had already landed. It would take a couple of minutes till he got out of immigration, so I took out my iPhone and continued my engrossing game of temple run.
After a while I heard girls scream, oh shit did they figure out who I was? I looked up to see him walk out.
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Author's note: Okay I know you guys are going to kill us for ending it here but no worries the next chapter will come up in maximum two days... No more we promise...
Love
Dialola
PS this is a collaboration between two best friends who have amazing skills (pun intended) and are really modest and sarcastic XD
PPS guys we need a new cover picture... Ours is pretty crappy...Actually I think Lola is going to kill me if I say that.. Since she did all the work… But any improvement by all you photoshop geniuses out there is welcome….
PPPS: VOTE and COMMENT... We have no lives an ever bored super easily so comments are very very very welcome;)
IMPORTANT NOTICE: We do NOT completely hate Justin Bieber.. It is a part of the character Stella.. All you Justin Bieber fans out there.. We are sorry if we offended you.
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