"Meet Lissa Dragomir. America's sweetheart. She walks into the coffee shop today the picture of the girl next door, with her long legs that reach up to her armpits, her super model tall frame and flowing white blonde hair (natural!). She's dressed down in a white tank top and low slung faded denim jeans, with sparkly pink flip flops peeking out from underneath.

And yet there is still something magnetic about Lissa Dragomir. Whether it's the pale skin, even in the height of the Californian summer, or the way that when she looks at you its like you're the only person who matters to her, its about time I found out…"

"God, Liss, seriously!" Rose tossed the magazine back onto the sofa in frustration. "I told you not to flirt with that guy. He's practically now in love with you!"

Lissa glanced at Rose's refection in the mirror. She was pacing up and down, her long dark pony tail swaying with each step. Lissa frowned. "He's hardly in love with me. He bought me a coffee, that's all. We had a nice chat. He asked to see me again."

"NO!" Rose froze for a moment before turning sharply to Lissa. Slowly walking over to the other girl, until she was beside her, looking at both their reflections in the mirror. She smiled for a moment, thinking how little either of them had changed in the past ten years. They were both easily recognisable from their photos back in junior school. Liss tall, fair, gentle. And herself…Well, certainly a lot more curvy than she was back then, but she still had the same tanned skin, dark eyes and long dark brown hair.

"Sweetheart," Rose tried gently, keeping her eyes on Lissa's reflection in the mirror. "I know he probably seemed like a really lovely guy. You both got talking, am I right? He made you feel like you've known him forever, and that you could tell him anything?"

Lissa nodded meekly, not meeting Rose's gaze. Hearing it said out loud now, she could hear for herself how silly it all sounded, and wondered once again why she always fell for these lines.

"That's his job, Liss. He's a journalist. He writes about celebrities like you for his living. Can you imagine his luck if you accidentally let something slip? He'd probably never have to work again. And he knows this. You can't trust these guys. No one in this town. They're all out to hurt you, destroy your career, make themselves look better. Its not like back home."

Rose sighed. She missed home. As much as she's wanted to get away from the mountains, the cold and the snow of Montana, she always found a certain peace there that she never seemed to have anywhere else. Especially not this god forsaken town.

Not that she was complaining. Hell no. She couldn't wish for a better life for herself. She got to live in an amazing apartment that overlooked the beach but was still a short walk away from some of the most amazing shopping in the world, she was recognised most places she went, always bumped for reservations and given freebies. And best of all she got to share it all with her best friend.

Her best friend. America's sweetheart as she had recently been known as. Liss, as Rose had called her since the first day of kindergarten. All of this, this whole life really was because of Lissa. And Rose still couldn't really work out where it had all started. One day they had been at home in Montana, the next they were on the plane to L.A. with one suitcase each and absolutely no plan of what to do once the plane had landed.

As luck turned out, they found a small but cute apartment to rent, Rose done bar work and Liss was 'spotted' by a casting director and snapped up to appear in his next film. Lissa's sparkling personality as much as her natural talent had won everyone over, and here they were now. 19, as loaded as they liked and living it up in L.A.

Hell no, Rose had nothing in her life that she could complain about.