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boys, but Em
goes for the bad eggs out there in the “real world”. Anyway, I’ve never seen
any of the boys touch anything other than a bit of weed now and then on the bus
(not that I approve) – certainly not the hard stuff like you read in the gossip
columns. The press are just trying to trash the hottest new band on the scene,
simply because they can.
    ‘In
that case I’m very happy for you,’ Emily says with a smile that I’m not
entirely convinced is genuine.
    ‘Yeah,
well don’t go hat shopping just yet will you?’I joke, but things are suddenly a
bit awkward.
    I’m
touched by her concern but, like I said, I’m not planning on marrying him, and
she doesn’t usually care about moral character of the band boys I “get
involved” with. He’s my big crush, can’t I just enjoy this moment?
    ‘I’ve
got Vicky living with me, as of last night,’ Emily blurts out.
    Now I’m shocked. ‘What? Why?’
    ‘She
had a huge fall out with her mum, she turned up at my mum’s party with her bags
- what was I supposed to do?’
    I
don’t know what expression is currently occupying my face, but it must be bad
because Emily reacts to it straight away.
    ‘I
know you’re not keen on her, but she’s a nice girl and it’s only temporary.’
    ‘You’re
too nice, Emily Adams. Don’t let her take advantage.’
    Our
conversation is cut short by my mobile ringing. It’s Dylan King so I take it in
my office.
    ‘Hello
rockstar, how are you?’
    ‘Fucked,’
he replies.
    ‘What’s
the matter?’ I do worry about him, he’s such a good friend to me and he gets
such a hard time from the press for getting drunk and hooking up with girls. In
a weird way I’m quite proud to be female and his friend, rather than just
another one of his conquests. He has a hard time trusting girls so it’s nice to
be so special to him.
    ‘To
summarise,’ he starts, sounding more serious than I have ever heard him sound
in his life. ‘I’ve knocked up some girl, about seven months ago apparently.
She’s having twins - fucking twins, Nicole. It’s going to come out sooner or
later, she’s saying she’ll go to the press. I don’t know what I’m going to do.’
    ‘First
of all, calm down. I don’t want to be rude, but are you certain it was you
who... knocked her up?’ I ask, using his words. ‘You’ve been, erm, seeing a few
girls this past year and not the most committed kind...’ I trail off, hoping
he’ll catch my drift. My point is that he’s shagged a lot of random girls.
Random girls who have probably shagged a lot of random guys too.
    ‘The
timing is right,’ he says before a long pause. ‘And there’s a video.’
    ‘A
video? Bloody hell, Dylan, when those kids ask you where they came from you’re
going to be able to give them one hell of an answer.’
    He
laughs, but he sound worried sick. I guess this was bound to happen sooner or
later. I love Dylan to bits but he really puts it about and he drinks a lot,
which we all know is a recipe for disaster. I think he’s been really lucky to
not have this happen on a weekly basis. Even so, I feel sorry for him.
    ‘What
are you going to do?’ I ask.
    ‘I’ve
got a meeting with some guy this afternoon, some publicity crisis specialist
who’s going to work it all out for me, I’ve just got to keep quiet about it
until then.’
    ‘Good
luck, babe. Try not to worry ok?’ I know it’s easier said than done but what do
you say to a friend who has accidently knocked up a girl he hardly knows? And with
a video souvenir too. They certainly don’t have a card for it at Clinton Cards.
    All
around me glamorous, rich and famous folks’ lives are going down the pan and at
the same time mine is getting better and better. It’s true what they say, money
and fame don’t make you happy. When I think about the scandal with Plastic Rap
and their young fans, and now Dylan and his pregnant one-night-stand, it makes
me really glad that I’m not famous. I do stupid things