"Hell yeah, I am f*cking legal baby!" I shouted out as we all clanked our beer cans together for my celebration.
"Your not 21, your not supposed to drink loser," my sister looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"Aislynn, chillax, live life," I said as I was laughing along with the others.
"How does it feel to be legal? Kyle asked me.
"It feels good, I can knock Bush off his a*s," I replied to him as I was taking a sip from my can.
"PRESENT TIME," Aislynn shouted out.
"Oooo, what did you get me Ms. New-York-Times-Bestselling-Author?" I teased my sister.
I was damn proud of my sister. At 18, she wrote her first fantasy novel, and damn, she was a bestseller. She earned her fame through writing. But, then she came out to the Hollywood business, and began modeling. Man, guys were after her because she was hot, sexy, attractive and smart. Who doesn't want a piece of that?
"Funny, unwrap it, maybe you'll see what it is," she said sarcastically.
"Haha, you're so funny," I slapped my knees and started to unwrap her gift.
Inside a little box, I saw keys. To be exact, a car key.
"ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME?" I jumped up and down.
"You deserve it," she smiled at the satisfaction.
"Is this the car key to the BMW convertible you wanted?" Alex stared at me.
"Hell yeah, be jealous b*tch," I said as I got up and started working my way out of the club.
"Nope, you have to look at other peoples presents too," Aislynn grabbed me before I made my escape.
"Fine," I said as I grunted.
"Mine," Alex handed me over a big fancy gift bag.
"Oo la la," I eyeballed it, I was guessing either the Chanel dress or a Hermes bag, which both I really wanted.
I took out all the wrapping paper and pulled out a Hermes bag, the moment I saw it, I screamed.
"Holy mother f*ck," Alex clapped his ears at my loud screaming sensation.
"Omigod, I love you Alexander Pettyfer," I gave him a gigantic hug. I saw Chris looking at me.
"Next?" I said looking at Chris.
"Mine ain't very fancy, but it's comin' from the heart, a'it?" Chris said as he got on top of the stage and grabbed the microphone.
"Uh oh..." I said to myself as I turned to look directly at my sister.
"What the hell?" my sister mouthed to me.
"I have no freaking clue," I mouthed back to her.
"Y'all, listen up, I wrote a song for someone I really care about, and it's her 18th birthday today, and I wanna sing it for her," Chris spoke into the microphone clearly.
The crowd cheered on for Chris, the music came on, and he was singing.
"I need you boo, I gotta see you boo, and the hearts all over the world tonight..." he sang with his eyes directly into mine.
As the song was over, Chris came down and looked at me.
"I loved it," I went over to him and gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheeks and I saw a flash going off.
"What the ..." Chris looked at me.
"Sh*t," I said as I sat down right besides Chris.
"That's gonna make headlines by tomorrow," Tom spoke for the first time that night.
"No," I was being totally sarcastic.
"It is," Tom said with confusion.
"I know, I was being something called sarcastic," I said rolling my eyes.
I hate that Tom Brady guy. So what if he's a hunky football player. Only reason he was at my party is my damn sister, who apparently likes him.
"You know what, screw this, let's party like drunk stars!" I said as I newly opened a beer can and chugged it.
No one knows the pain that celebrities go through. Crap, sh*t, bullsh*t, whatever it is, we have to act like it doesn't happen and go on with our ways. So for the time being, I'm young, I like to have fun, I have money, a car, friends, fame, I'm gonna party like a rock, no a drunk star.
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