I Didn't Ask For A Bodyguard!

♀: "I definitely can't trust him. Too good looking."

^Aaron giving Aria an unimpressed look (because that's his thing now)

**Not Edited (Please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. ;A;)**

"When in doubt, Google it. When in need of an item, rent it."

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♀ Aria POV ♀       

I clapped my hands, proud of my work as the barricades were (finally, after a lot of pushing and shoving and tears in general) in place. Hah! He’ll never get in now! Seriously, you can rent anything online. Did you know you can rent a cake?! Although I don’t get how that works. Do you throw up the cake after you eat it? Because you can’t really rent something you can’t give back… Oh well, I figure it out some other time.  

I looked at the clock. Nine o’clock. Darn it. I don’t have time to bulletproof the windows! Oh well, he has to get through Grammy and Grandpa’s gate first, which is heavily fortified itself. Grammy and Grandpa don’t trust anyone and keep the gates locked all the time. They wouldn’t even let me in until the policemen forced Grammy and Grandpa to let me in.

I know, I have such loving grandparents.

There was a knock on the door and I stood, appalled as I turned to yell down the hall: “Grammy, did you let someone in?!”

“So what if I did?” She yelled back.

“Grammy, I told you not to!”

“Oh… Did you now?” She said in a fake-surprised tone.

I hit my head against the wall. She did that on purpose, I swear she’s out to get me. She’s like the reincarnation of Satan himself! And my Grandpa is Hades. Are they the same person? I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my lit teacher tomorrow. That is, if I even remember… I have trouble remembering what I ate for dinner yesterday. I think it was carrots? Yeah, it was probably carrots. My grandparents and their love of carrots…

There was another knock and I gasped, rushing towards the door and pressing my back against one of the barricades, refusing to let him in. I heard more knocking and the turning of the knob, but I kept my weight and the weight of the barricades on the door to keep him from coming in.

“Uh… can someone open the door?” A deep voice asked.

Dammit, definitely a guy bodyguard than. They weren’t bluffing about sending a guy over.

“No! There’s no one home!” I yelled, pressing harder against the barrier.

“If you don’t let me in, I’ll just break it,” The other guy stated.

“You can’t! I rented this barricade and you can’t break it or else I have to pay extra!” I complained, mentally calculating the charges that would be placed on Grammy and Grandpa’s credit cards (which they will inevitably add interest to and make me pay back with like 10% increase).

“I’m sure your grandparents have more than enough money,” He chided.

“Nuh- uh!”     

“Your grandparents don’t have money?”

“No- I mean, yes they have money, but I paid for this barricade! My grandparents won’t even give me a penny if I asked!” I explained, yelling to make sure he could hear me.

“You have a barricade? Well, in that case, breaking this will be even more fun!” He answered, amusement clear in his voice.

“NOOOO, I CAN’T PAY MORE MONEY! I BARELY HAVE ANY LEFT!” I yelled, desperate for him to not break the door. I was silent for a moment, thinking before coming up with a brilliant idea. “But you can break my grandparents window! To the right, next to the roses.”