Lauren Taylor

"Oh right, my bad," he says looking back to you, "you'll be staying with Lauren Taylor, Now she wasn't up to the whole idea, but she's the closest to the studio and the only one that's able to house you until I settle this whole money shebang. She can also get a little bit temperamental and controlling but you'll be fine as long as you don't be an idiot." As he says this, he turns and gets up out of his seat and makes his way over and sits on the desk in front of you, "so you excited kid?"

"Oh yea I am," you say enthusiastically.

"Whoa there big boy, keep it in the pants," he says giving you a little punch in the arm, "just joking."

The next five minutes is filled with small talk before a man walks into the office to retrieve you and bring you to Lauren's house. You stop into the very spacious back of the limo and make your way through Burbank, taking in all of the sites. The driver was a kind old man and kept you busy with small talk about Disney and life and what not. After about thirty minutes of driving you pull up to a gate to a luxurious looking house. The driver puts in a code at the gate and you drive through. You gather your things from the car and make your way to the door. Before you even have a second to ring the bell the door swings open.

The blonde stands there in a pair of tight spandex shorts and a dark blue tank top that shows of her well toned figure. "You must be Mike," she says. You extend your hand, but before you can even say hello she cuts you off. "Before you even say a word there's some ground rules you need to know if you are going to stay here understood?"

"Yes," you say.

"What did I just say?" she snaps at you, "no talking unless I say so, got it?"

You nod in defeat, your face getting red with embarrassment. But some part of you kind of liked it, being bossed about. You put the idea out of your mind and focus your attention back to Lauren.