I dash into the kitchen.
Thank God Style is still here!
"Hey Style!"
"You look different… " he scans me. "In a good way."
"I need a favour. Please tell me you will do it for me."
"I would kill for you, b***h! All you garra do is ask!"
"I would ask you to kill my haters but my life would be boring without them."
He laughs. "Just stop it with the jokes and get to the point, b***h!"
"Please be my stylist!" I beg.
He screams in sheer excitement.
"Are you kidding me! Ofcourse! Who wouldn't want to style someone as hot and as famous as you! Get your cute ass here!"
He suddenly pulls me in a hug and then pulls away.
"Now ask for the favour, bitch."
"That was the favour… You being my stylist."
"Are you freaking serious!!!! How is that a favour??? Matter of fact, you are
