Change Your Ticket

This is a story about how I broke into my celebrity crush's hotel room . . . and somehow didn't get arrested.

I did not fly all the way to Hawaii to commit a crime. But before you judge me, you need to understand two things:

1. Will Valentine is staying at my hotel.
2. I am only human.

It was a simple plan: break into his room, steal some clothes as souvenirs, and get the heck out of there. And then he walked in.

Which is how I ended up striking a deal with the most annoyingly charming boy on the planet: I won't scream, faint, or sell his location to the internet . . . and he spends the day with me, actually enjoying his "vacation" for once.

No schedules. No cameras. No managers. Just me, him, and one ridiculously perfect day in Hawaii. What could possibly go wrong?