Rachel made a distraction. She pursued a conversation with Paul about a raise. Usually Paul had a laugh at that, because we already paid her $1,000 a week. To me, honestly, it was like we paid her to be a part of the family. If it wasn't for the money, I wouldn't have a motherly figure to look up to.

Anyways, once I got in my room, I made a rope to help me down from the second story. I seen it on movies, and thought I could give it a shot. I made it out of expensive cotton sheets and weighed it down, on the ground with a stack of five, thick books.

I propped the window open, feeling the breezy Baltimore air, and grasped the sheets tights. I used the side of the brick wall to help me climb. I glanced down, not a good idea, and gulped. If I fell, I'd probably fracture a leg.

"Don't fall, Ris." I told myself.

I made it to the first story, and dropped like a fly. It hurt, but I didn't let that stop me. I wiped myself off from the mud, and started to walk.

15 minutes later, I went to a gas station to ask for directions. Not only did they ask me for a photo, but the damn paparazzi was standing outside.

"Larissa! What are you doing without bodyguards?!"

"Larissa, how is your dad's movie doing?!"

"Larissa!"

I tried ignoring them, putting a hand to my face. I knew TMZ was probably there, recording this. Flashes of their cameras went off. I ended up turning around and flipping the bird. I then realized that they'd probably follow me to Alex's House or whatever, so I said: "Follow me, and I sue. I'm going to a private place, and they want nothing to do with you, or the public. Leave now, or I swear to GOD I'll have my lawyers on your asses, and your companies will be out of work."

They all smirked in my direction, and I knew right then and there they recorded my outburst. I could see the headlines now: Larissa Kelly with a bad attitude! Larissa Kelly snaps at innocent paparazzi! What will she do next?!

At least they left.

I got into a suburb and frowned. I looked at the address Jack gave me, and then at a house, a normal house, with the address on it.

"I swear to God, if this is an orgy I'll kill a bitch." I muttered before knocking on the large door.

"Larissa! Getting drugs? Meeting a boyfriend?!" A voice chimed behind me.

I turned, the door opened, and the flash of the camera went off.

The paparazzi fled the scene in a large white van. I turned back to Jack.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me in the house.

I covered my face in my hands. "I'm so sorry. Your face is now going to be plastered all over the internet, and magazines."

He dramatically gasped beside me. I opened my eyes, frowning. "What?" I asked.

He tossed a shoulder up in a shrug. "I dunno. It was bound to happen at one point."

I threw a smile in his direction, taking my jacket off. I looked around the house, and heard some soft music playing downstairs. "Some club," I said. "You know, if you weren't so cute, I would leave."

He had a sloppy grin plastered on his face as he led me downstairs. "Well, I'm glad. It's an honor to be considered cute by American bad ass Larissa Goodwin."

Blink 182's Dumpweed was loudly playing. Video games were being played on a TV, harsh words thrown at each other. I recognized one of the head's to be the other at the set.

"You know-, well you saw Rian. That douchebag next to him is Alex. Annnd... where's Zacky Poo?" He looked around. His eyes landed on a door. "Zack's using the potty."

Alex, I think, turned around and gave me an award winning smile. "Welcome to Alex's House. I hope you enjoy your time here. Bathroom's got condoms."

Rian paused Grand Theft Auto (I registered what it was in about 40 seconds of being there. I realized Alex wasn't playing. Just pretending.) and turned to me. "Hey there. How's it going?"

I shrugged. "Attacked by paparazzi, but besides that... fine."

Zack walked out, wiping his hands on his pants. He looked at me gaping.

I smiled. "Hi, Zack. I heard all about you."

"R-really?"

"No. But I'd like to get to know you!" I smiled broadly.

He eyed me, then walked over to the couch. "So, Jack, what did it take for you to get her here?"

"I promised her I'd give her my virginity."

"It's super effective," I added.

Jack laughed with me. I felt my cheeks burning, not knowing why.

I sat on the other couch, which was on the side of the other. I looked at them, then to Jack. "Best friends?"

Jack nodded, then sat next to me. "Yeah. The bestest."

"Go die in a hole, you fucking asshole!" Rian shouted, punching Alex's shoulder.

Alex threw his controller on the ground, and sprung up. "I will NOT take this type of treatment!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and spoke: "Alex, you do realize that this is one player game?"

Alex scoffed. "I don't appreciate this!"

Rian: "Your turn."

Alex sat, grabbing the controller.

"So Larissa, how long are you staying?" Jack asked.

I shrugged. "Another month. It depends how long the filming is going to take."

Jack said: "Great. I can't wait to show you around."

Me: "Hopefully you'll be able to."

Zack spoke up, stroking his chin. "Why wouldn't we?"

We?, I think to myself before replying. "My dad... I'm sort of on house arrest."

"Oh yeah! For streaking, right?" Alex grinned.

"Yeah. I don't know when punishment'll be over with. But how would I say I met you anyways? I'm with him 24/7, and he sees everything I do. Saying you're the one who broke into the set isn't exactly a good ice breaker." I explained.

"It was so worth it." Jack said.

"I wasn't invited," Alex frowned.

"Why was it worth it?" I asked.

"Met you, didn't I?"

I rolled my eyes, smiling like a child. "Smooth."

I settled back, enjoying the rest of the hour I had. It ended by a call from Rachel.

"Your dad knows you're gone. Hurry back."

I stood up, taking my coat in my arm. "I gotta go guys. I'll see you soon."

"Can I give you a ride?" Jack flew up.

I shook my head. "Sorry."

And I left.