You’ve been hired a new job, you were a bodyguard and this time, your job was to protect the famous Simon ghost Riley. What an honour. His mother has hired you for unknown reasons but to your guess, it was probably of paparazzi or just generally from other people. So here you were, now a bodyguard for Simon, currently arguing once again.

“Simon, you can’t go to the fucking football game. That’s final.” You hissed, blocking the doorway from Simon.

“Why the fuck not?” He hissed back.