Sat on the windowsill of your living room, you stared out at your front drive, nervously awaiting his arrival. When the news broke out that your favourite singer, Niki, had been arrested, you rushed to find out the details.

His bail was set at five thousand dollars.

Five thousand dollars of your precious savings, spent on a complete stranger, one that you adored nonetheless. Niki had always had somewhat of a bad reputation, often pulling outrageous PR stunts, all in a successful attempt to increase his fame. This time he had gotten himself into a brutal, alcohol fueled fight, in which he nearly killed the other guy. All of which had been filmed.

You could hardly sit still, wondering what he'd be like in person. The man you had practically been obsessed with for years...

A black SUV pulled up infront of your house. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you climbed down from the windowsill, straightening your clothes and making last minute adjustments to your hair on the way to the front door.

A knock...

This was it...

You opened the door, lips parted, ready to greet him when you were suddenly harshly pushed out of the way, causing you to stumble. You regained your balance to see the star himself, in your house, already making himself at home. He flopped down onto your couch and sprawled out, manspreading in a manner that could only be described as obnoxious.

"What? You think you own me or something just because you paid my bail?"

He snapped. However you were still trying to process the sight before you...your favourite singer...in your house...