I sat there, shocked. "Excuse me?"

"You'll be lip-locking with a few band members," Margaret repeated, a bit louder now that the flight attendent was done speaking. "And, you know, sleeping with them."

My eyes grew wide, my mouth (and stomach) dropping to the floor. "I'm a minor!"

Margaret stared back with the same wide-eyed expression. "No, no! Not like that! Not at all like that!"

I felt a huge wave of relief wash over me.

"Then how so?" I asked.

"Like, resting sleeping." Margaret replied. "You know, everything girls your age love. Cuddling, neck kisses, the whole 9 yards."

"What if I don't enjoy cuddling?" I reply with a bit of sass. "Or neck kisses?"

"Then you'll just have to deal with it!" Margaret replied. "Won't she have to, Paul?"

"Yes, ma'am." Paul replied, casually flipping through one of those magizines they leave in the front pocket.

Then it hit me. "You can't force me to this! It isn't legal!"

"Yes it is!" Margaret answered, laughing a bit madly. "You signed a contract!"

My face went pale. "When?"

"Today! When we went through those papers!" Margaret explained.

"Prove it to me, then!" I replied.

Margaret pulled out the same manilla folder a saw a few hours ago (she had tucked her briefcase under the seat in front of her).We both pulled down our trays and Margaret spread the papers along both until she found the correct one.

"Read it!" She ordered, pointing. "Down there."

The first thing I saw was my signature, then I nooticed it. In small print, it read,

Side contract:

By signing these legal documents, you agree that the following things will remain legal for you, a minor in the United States and the United Kingdom, for the following two years after signing.

• Any relations with a citizen over the age of 18**

**As long as they have no criminal record

I froze in my seat, shocked. How had I missed that?

That's probably why she went over it with you right away.A voice in my head said. While you were still a bit out of it.

I agreed with the voice. No one else would be in such a rush to get me out! I started to become curious about Margaret. What were her intentions?

Your probably just paranoid. I thought to myself.

"Fine," I said after awhile. "You win."

Margaret smiled.

"Now, I believe I have the rights to the answer to this question." I said in a serious tone.

"Depends on what you ask." Margaret responded with a slightly rude tone.

"Who, exactly, am I going to be 'locking lips' with?" I asked.

"Harry Styles and Niall Horan from One Direction-"

I had a mini heart attack at that moment.

"-and Michael Clifford, Calum Hood and Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer."

I swear my heart nearly stopped. My favorite bands.

"I guess I'm not so upset now,"I stated, half-excited about the fact that I would actually get to experience a 5SOS cuddle, "but do I really half to make out with them?"

"Yes," Margaret replied, seemingly becoming fed up with me. "It's the main part of your job. To, relieve them."

Well that didn't just make it awkward.

Having nothing else to say in my defense, I asked, "When do I start?"

"When we get to London."

Notes

Okay, I have NO IDEA if having a contract makes this legal in reality, but in the story it does.

And, also, is it bad that I already have the sequel planned? And pretty much everything to happen in this story?