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Warning: There is a reason it is rated M, so you are warned.

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Mutiny Below

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I got the job! I am now the assistant of TV actor Elijah Goldsworthy, star of the popular TV show 'Minglers. I'm assuming the agency feels I can handle the incredibly mind-wobbling responsibility of this job: make him coffee, pick up his dry-cleaning, and, more importantly, pay his bills and run his errands. You can envy me now, girls!

This is by no means my dream job. I was hoping to become a journalist. I want my career to be based on the entertainment industry, but instead of doing menial work for a spoiled actor, I was hoping to write intelligent articles and documentaries on celebrities. I majored in English at NYU and have had a bachelor's degree for a year now, but I haven't been able to find a job in that field. To think I thought moving to New York would make it easier!

My friend, Alli, was the one who told me about this job. I have no idea how she knew about an opening for an actor's assistant, but she insisted that I should send a résumé to the agency. After several interviews I got hired.

I'm tired of doing jobs that don't appeal to me. Ever since I graduated from NYU, I've had one dull job after another. I was a waitress, librarian, a customer service representative for the New York Times, and now, Elijah Goldsworthy's assistant. At least this new job sounds a bit more interesting than the previous ones. Nevertheless, it is not good enough. These jobs are an insult to my intelligence. I deserve better.

I guess I should be excited about meeting Elijah Goldsworthy. I watch 'Minglers' sometimes. It's a surprisingly well-written sitcom about seven 20-something-year-olds from Manhattan that basically whine about relationships and party on every episode. There are four girls and three guys. Elijah Goldsworthy is one of the guys. He's known as the funniest one of the group, and yet the darkest. Perhaps I should have been a cast member, but no, I'm not attractive enough. (All of the stars of the sitcom are drop-dead gorgeous, by the way.)

What I hate about the show is that the characters live in unrealistically large apartments that would cost the average New Yorker about thirty-five hundred dollars a month to live there. In TV world, however, a waitress and a secretary could afford it. I live in a tiny rent-controlled studio apartment on the Upper West Side that costs eight hundred dollars a month—rent-stabilized, of course. The studio consists of a living room-slash-bedroom, a small kitchen and a bathroom. My living room-slash-bedroom is decorated with a futon, books, CDs, movies, TV, stereo, and a night table. It's all crammed in like a sardine can. I am so glad I'm not claustrophobic.

After making sure I don't have a criminal record, the agency made me take an oath: that I, Clare Edwards, will never steal, lie, harm Mr. Goldsworthy, or sell any information to the press (the agency insists that celebrities should have trustworthy people working for them). Actually, I was forced to sign a rather legally binding contract. If I break any of the terms and conditions listed in the aforementioned contract, I would lose my job or possibly go to jail, depending on the crime. You'd think that I'm going to be working for the President of the United States or something.

I'm going to meet Elijah on Monday. Today is Friday.

I agreed to meet my friends, Adam and Alli tonight at a bar in SoHo. They can't wait to hear the wonderful news about my new and pseudo-exciting job.

Its 8:25 p.m. Alli and Adam still haven't arrived. I'm on my third Cosmopolitan.

They finally arrive. Alli looks as beautiful as always, with her long straightened black hair. She's wearing a pink turtleneck sweater with matching pink pantyhose and a black, short skirt. Adam is wearing a dark green shirt, tie, and black trousers. He must've just gotten out of work.

"Sorry we're late," Alli says while sitting, "but I had to wait for Adam."

The waiter arrives and Alli orders a Cosmo like me, while Adam orders a beer.

Alli owns her own boutique, it was a slow start when she opened during college but it gradually became more popular with time, especially when her grandfather died and left her an inheritance, she's the only reason my wardrobe is up to par. Adam is handsome, and FTM Transgendered and the greatest guy anyone who'd ever know, he writes for the New York Observer. He tried to get me a job there, but, out of pride, I told him not to. We've all been friends since high school at Degrassi in Canada; somehow we all got accepted to NYU. We're all the same age. But they, unlike me, have successful careers. I sometimes hate them because of this.

"So? Let's hear it!" Adam says.

"I got the job," I say dully.

"You are so lucky," says Alli enthusiastically. "You'll be working for someone famous. It's so glamorous!"

"Glamorous, really? As if! And yeah, I'm very lucky. I am so lucky. I get to be an actor's maid."

"Lighten up! This could be a great opportunity for you. You become friends with this guy and he might hook you up with some connections," Adam says, taking a drink.

"I'm not counting on it," I say.

"I agree with Adam. This job will give you an inside look into the life of a celebrity. You can even write about him without him knowing it. Sort of like an undercover journalist assignment."

"Right, and betray this man's trust? I couldn't live with myself."

"Then journalism is the wrong profession for you," Adam says matter-of-factly. "Journalists succeed at other people's expense. Always remember that."

This conversation is upsetting me. I thought it would cheer me up to get together with my two best friends. Instead, they are reminding me of how much of a failure I am. I tell them this.

"You're not a failure!" says Adam. "God, you've just finished college. Give it time."

"Clare, you know we love you, right?" says Alli. "We just want to help you, that's all. This job is a big opportunity for you, and if you don't take advantage of this, then you are going to regret it."

"Okay. Whatever, let's change the subject," I say bitterly. "So Alli, how's your boyfriend? Does he still buy porno magazines and movies because you refuse to have sex with him?"

Adam chokes on his beer, Allis boyfriend is his brother, Drew.

"No," she mumbles.

"Excuse me?" Adam says with his eyes wide open. "How come neither of you told me about this before?" He's pretty protective of Alli and I, even when it comes to Drew who he openly admits that's his brother is a jackass even though they are siblings. IT's really a love-hate relationship.

"I thought Alli already told you," I lie. Alli had made me promise I wouldn't tell Adam.

Alli is silent. She's just sitting there, glaring at me. She's upset.

"Hello!" Adam says impatiently.

I know I'm in deep shit right now. I don't know why I blurted Alli's secret. Maybe deep down inside I resent her. She's never had to struggle in life. I should leave the café before she bursts into tears or something.

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