(Y/n) has moved to Los Angeles and the only job there was being an assistant to rich people that work in the big buildings. You constantly had to waste gas money to get them coffee, donuts, salads, mail, and much more. One day your getting coffee and you run into somebody who's famous. You then become friends with him and everything you built up, gets bashed down. What happens when your friends turn on you because you know him? What happens when you think the only way of happiness is being dead? Read to find out.