After my trip to the states I lived there for a while. It was fun being famous living in LA. I was in my room doing my makeup. I was wearing a pink sweater with black polka dots and my black ring skirt. There was a knock on my door. "Come in" I said as I dusted my checks with a pink powder. "You have a visitor" Porsha said to me. "Is it Harry?" I asked as I put pink lipstick on my lips. "No it's a guy named Sam" Porsha said. I looked up, "tell him I'll be right there" I said. Porsha nodded and went downstairs. I remember the name Sam and I remember how he needed time to think about our friendship. I opened my door and I walked to the steps, my heels clacked as I stepped on a stone stair. I saw the back of Sam's head. As I got closer he turned around. I locked my eyes with his brown eyes. "Hi Gabriella" Sam said. "Hey" I replied, "I came here all the way from Australia to tell you some bad news" Sam said to me. "Okay, let's chat" I said. I brought him to my room and he sat on my bed. "Last week, my sister commited suicide, she was being bullied, writing letters to my mom to come and save her, so she commited suicide" Sam said. He was crying. A tear rolled down my eye. I sat next to him and patted his back. "I'm sorry for your loss" I said. "And it would be an honor, if you sang at her funeral" Sam said. "I'm sorry but I can't, I have a concert and Australia is too far." I said to him. "I knew it! Your heartless! All you care about is yourself!" Sam yelled to me. "I've waited three years for you to commit to our friendship, and now you want me to sing for your sister after I just found out!?" I yelled back. "Screw you" Sam said. "Suck my ass! Fuck you Sam! I cared about your sister not you! So you know what I'll sing for her!" I yelled. "Great! I'll be laughing at you when I say I told you so! You won't come! Your a fake" Sam yelled. I could take looking bad in magazines and being called a ditzy diva, but being called fake was crossing the line. I walked up to Sam, and slapped him across his face. "How dare you call me fake!" I said. "You can leave now!" I said. "Fine I will! I'm here for eight more days and I don't have anywhere to stay! So I'll just go and live like a bum!" Sam said as he stormed out of my room. He sped down the stairs and as he got to the French door I called for him. "Sam! Wait" I said. He turned around. " what?" He asked. "You can stay here, but I will not talk to you" I said. "Thank you and I will not talk to you either" Sam said. He came up the stairs. I showed him to his room. "Wow! This is huge!" He said as he threw his backpack on the side and set down his guitar case. "Dinner is at eight breakfast at seven and lunch at noon" I said as I closed the door. I cannot believe I let him stay here what would my friends think what would Porsha think what would Henry think?