Well, here is the long awaited revised version of All I Have To Give. It’s a little bit different from the original version. I completely renamed it because I don’t think the original title had anything to do with the story really (or I just don’t remember cause it’s been so long). I hope you guys all like this version. Enjoy!

Thanks to my awesome beta Venus Smurf1!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot and characters. :)

Life of a Teenage Heartthrob

.1.

04.02.2008

Garrett Ashford’s first thought when he saw the tabloid was to murder Vince, his publicist and manager. There he was, front and center of the Enquirer, with his ex wrapped up in his arms. The headlines read, “HEARTTHROB GARRETT AND SWEETHEART NATALIA: TO BE TEENAGE PARENTS?”

He growled. There was no way he was having a child with that deceitful woman. They had hardly even gotten past first base! He was just about to call his stupid, soon-to-be dead publicist when his phone rang.

“What?” he barked into his phone.

“Before you blow another gasket and fire me for the third time this month, I just wanted to say that I’m working on it, Garrett,” Vince sighed.

“You better be. I don’t pay you for nothing. And this time I’ll fire you for real.”

“I can just feel the love emanating from you over the phone. And you say that every single time something happens. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Vince,” he warned.

“All right then, down to business. She called the Enquirer telling them she was pregnant and the baby was yours. Garrett, I’m just warning you. This one might take longer to dismiss. You’ll be hounded by the press.”

Garrett looked outside the window where security was already fending off a couple dozen of reporters and news crews.

“I know,” he said dryly. “What I want to know is, can you do it?”

“I’m the best,” Vince said lightly. “Everyone knows that despite the fact that Natalia is America’s Sweetheart, her track record with men isn’t the best. Plus this whole thing was just a publicity stunt to boost your image.” He hung up, leaving Garrett to his dark thoughts.

Those two months he had “dated” the dark blonde actress had been the biggest waste of his time. It had all been the director’s idea. Of course he hadn’t objected, since his job was on the line. It wasn’t as though he already had a girlfriend, plus she was hot and seemed to be different than the other actresses he had met.

“Good for the movie,” he had said.

Garrett cursed. Yeah, right. They paired him with Natalia Graham, America’s Sweetheart. She had been attractive and interesting at first, until her true, obsessive and stalker ways started to kick in. He hadn’t agreed with the whole scheme from the beginning and now look where it landed him. Apparently he was a soon-to-be teenage father…with a girl he only kissed for the sake of the reporters.

He groaned. He was too young to be worrying about things like this. He remembered getting warnings from experienced actors—he would always be dealing with the paparazzi. They would be relentless, despite the fact that he was only a teenager. The younger the stars were, the crueler the media was.

Sweetheart, his ass. Natalia was a she-devil. He glared at the portrait of her in the magazine. Looks were deceiving. Behind all the fake sweetness and beauty was a soul of evil.

His phone rang again.

“What is it now?”

“Someone needs to remove that stick,” his friend Jay said amusedly.

He ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I’m just really frustrated with this whole Natalia thing.”

“Ah…Kara told me.”

Oh yes, Kara Lee, Jay’s older sister and Fullerton’s resident gossip queen. No doubt that she had subscriptions to every magazine in the world, he thought. Great, he had forgotten that fact until now.

“Dude, you still there?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Don’t sweat it, man. I doubt that people believe everything the Enquirer says. I mean they say shit about everyone because their own lives are so pathetic.”

“Thanks.” He could always count on Jay.

“Besides, the whole thing was a publicity stunt. This will just make Natalia seem pretty sad and desperate. Man, I used to have a crush on her too. I think Brian still has a poster of her in his locker. Maybe you should introduce the two of them.”

Garrett scoffed. “There is no way in hell I am talking to that bitch again.”

“Suit yourself,” Jay said absently. “Oh, before I forget, remember you offered to be a stand in for me tomorrow.”

He frowned. “I did?”

“I’m one short for the game on Friday and you’re damn good and you know it. We’re playing against Riverside and they’re good—ranked second in their division. I need to win this one. If I can beat Riverside, we’re guaranteed a spot in the regionals.”

“Can’t you have tryouts?” he rubbed his temples. “I don’t feel up to it.”

“I’m going to have tryouts after the game. I can’t find someone and train them in less than a week. It’s too short of a notice. Today’s Sunday. That means I would have trials on Tuesday because I have to alert everyone on Monday. The game is on Friday, so I can’t. Besides, it’ll be a good way to let your frustrations out,” Jay cajoled. “I’m asking this as a favor for your oldest friend.”

“Damn, I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?” Jay asked innocently.

“Never mind,” Garrett muttered. “All right, I’m in.”

“Yes! Thanks, man!”

Garrett smiled.

“Be there at three sharp tomorrow for practice.”

“Just a reminder; I haven’t played soccer in three years.” He had stopped playing the sport once he started high school, opting to play football instead.

Jay brushed it off. “I played with you last week, and you still beat me.”

Oh, yeah, he’d forgotten about that.

“Remember.”

“I’ll remember,” he grumbled and hung up, then fell back onto his bed.

An instant later, his door opened and Raegan stepped in.

“All the girls are having fits because you and Natalia are going to be parents.”

Garrett scowled at his sister. He was never going to get a break from all this crap that was going around. “Go to hell. You know it’s not true.”

Raegan shrugged and sat down on his sofa. “I don’t know that.”

“You can be such a bitch sometimes.”

Raegan grinned. “I’m the youngest. It’s allowed.”

Garrett rolled his eyes.

“Elizabeth called; so did Madeleine, and Catherine.” Raegan twirled around in his chair, listing off their three older sisters.

Garrett groaned. “What did they want?”

“Well, they were pretty upset, of course; or at least Madeleine and Elizabeth were. Catherine just said some shit about family image. But you were probably expecting that.”

They were just a regular Brady Brunch, he thought deprecatingly.

There was perfect Catherine, the eldest in the family. It was no secret that she hated her younger brother and youngest sister—a hate that was much reciprocated. In everyone’s opinions, except for her parents and her husband and maybe Elizabeth, she was a frigid bitch who hated everyone except for herself. He and Raegan both failed to see how she got poor Gregory to marry her, let alone have three children, who luckily, were nothing like their mother.

“Maddie’s on your side. She hates Natalia—thinks she’s a fake bitch who is desperate.”

Maddie was the second oldest in the Ashford family, second to perfect Catherine. Maddie was far from perfect, having gotten into some trouble in her younger years. She understood what he was going through, albeit in a different way, having been splashed on tabloids for being an infamous party girl.

Then there was Elizabeth. She was also perfect; she was the quietest in the family and probably the only sibling who got along with Catherine. But then, Elizabeth got along with everyone. She had at times been more like a mother to him than Emmeline, his true mother, had.

“Elizabeth wanted to know if you were okay.”

Garrett shrugged. “I’m still alive aren’t I? It was just a publicity stunt. Vince is working on it.”

“Mother still doesn’t know. Neither does Father, but thank God he doesn’t. Do you know what would happen to you if he did?”

“I have an idea,” he muttered. Jonathan Ashford would most likely castrate his one and only son, and then he would force Garrett to wed Natalia, which was the last thing Garrett wanted. Of course the wedding would come after the never ending lecture on how disappointed Jonathan was and how ashamed he was in having Garrett as a son. A disappointment in a line of fine Ashford males. The only reason Garrett had been allowed to enter into the entertainment business was because of Maddie and Elizabeth. Emmeline Ashford didn’t give a damn about anyone, except for herself. She was always in her own world, probably from all the drugs she was on. Not that he really had any problems with her.

“Mother needs her meds to be refilled,” Raegan said lightly. She rustled through her handbag and eventually held up a plastic bag filled with the empty pill bottles and slip of paper he assumed was the prescription.

Garrett suppressed a sigh. “Again?”

“Hey, last time it was two weeks, and now it’s already been three. She’s improving.”

Garrett rolled his eyes. “Oh, fantastic.” He bitterly wondered how long it was going to be before she needed to fill the pill bottles once again. Doctors were supposed to be responsible, but in the case of the Ashford’s longtime family practitioner, he had no qualms about handing out drugs like they were candy, especially if there was a lot of money involved in the transaction. Garrett knew for a fact that Jonathan paid off Dr. Walters to keep this a secret and to keep the drugs coming. Anything to get his dear wife out of his way. Not that Emmeline had a clue about what business was, which was why her parents thought Jonathan Ashford had been a great choice for a husband—and the fact that she was pregnant also made the decision a no brainer.

Jonathan Ashford was a Bastard, with a capital B. He had no morals—he was a ruthless businessman. Emmeline was a French socialite he met on a business trip to France, and after a very brief affair (most likely the result of a drunken one night stand), she had ended up pregnant with Catherine. Their relationship only took a downturn after that. Marriage followed, as it was unthinkable that they’d try any other path. Of course, Jonathan, being the tycoon he was, needed an heir and so they tried again and ended up with Madeline and Elizabeth before they finally got to Garrett himself. Raegan had been an attempt for another son, should anything have happened to the first. After all, the Ashfords still lived in the Medieval Ages, where only the son could inherit the business. Jonathan and Emmeline had already been sleeping in separate bedrooms after Maddie’s birth, and after Raegan’s, they moved to separate wings of the house.

Divorce was too messy and scandalous in the world of the rich and famous. Besides, Jonathan liked to keep the money in the family. If he and Emmeline divorced, then she would take at least half of his assets with him. So, instead, he took a couple of mistresses. Not that Emmeline cared. She was always in her own world. As long as they stayed in their penthouses he bought for them, she was happy.

Happily on medication was more like it.

Despite what every tabloid and magazine thought about his life, it was far from perfect. Of course, they never advertised their family issues—Jonathan would die before telling them his wife was on medication or he was disappointed in his only son. No, he would rather lie and say that he was a proud father and hated being away from his family.

Garrett remembered a time when he was younger and his father had been his world. He’d idolized Jonathan, though the idea made him scoff at himself now. Childhood illusions—he thought his father was the best in the world, until the lies tore them apart. It was always lie after lie, along with all the expectations. How much could you expect from a four year old? Apparently a lot, in Jonathan Ashford’s case.

Not many people knew that America’s Heartthrob was a child prodigy, much like Jonathan. People assumed that it came with his blue blood ancestry.

It had always been lesson after lesson, if it wasn’t etiquette, then it was math or violin, even piano. Jonathan made sure Garrett was the best at everything and anything. At first, he had chosen the acting business just to spite Jonathan, but now it was his life. It was something of his own, and well, Jonathan hating it was just an added bonus.

He blinked as Raegan tried to get his attention, and then he smiled sheepishly. Recently, he seemed to be spacing out more often than usual. He tried to remember what she had been talking about before. Oh that’s right, he thought, Emmeline’s drug refills.

“You want me to take it to the store?”

Raegan eyed him strangely before shaking her head. “I’m going to be going to the store with Gail in a few minutes.”

Gail was their housekeeper. She was the one who always made sure they had food to eat. She, along with Elizabeth and Maddie, practically raised Garrett and Raegan, the two youngest in the Ashford household.

He almost forgot Raegan was only fourteen, three years younger than himself. He watched her silently; at least she hadn’t turned out too horribly, thank goodness.

“So was there another reason for this trip? Other than to laugh at my misery and inform us that our Mother is still on drugs?”

Raegan smirked. “I just wanted to tell you that you should probably come down. There’s something you need to see.”

He followed her downstairs and was met with a room full of flowers and balloons and fruit baskets.

He heard a click and whirled around to see his sister holding out her phone, taking a picture.

“For memory’s sake,” Raegan shrugged, grinning.

“What the hell is this?” Garrett spat out. That picture would most likely be sent to the whole entire world by the end of the day, knowing his sister and her gossipy friends.

“I would say, from those balloons, congratulations. They’ve been pouring in, but of course, you haven’t noticed, seeing as you’ve been moping and sulking in your room all day.”

Garrett moaned. “This is not happening.”

“Speak for yourself. You weren’t the one who had to answer the doors all day today because Henry is off. I had to ward the stupid girls away. Trust me when I say, it was not an easy task. I think they all wanted to have your baby, too,” she gagged, obviously not aware as to why anyone would want to have children with her brother.

Garrett glared at her. “I want all of this crap out.” Too bad it was Henry, the butler’s, day off; otherwise he could have just asked him to move everything.

“Don’t look at me; I’m not doing it. If you want something done, do it yourself. I’m out of here.” Raegan held up her hands as she backed away, nearly tripping over what had to be the biggest basket of fruit he had ever seen.

This was ridiculous.

He watched as she strolled out of the living room. Reluctantly, he turned back to the hideous sight of massive multicolored flowers and grocery bought fruit baskets. How in the hell was he going to get rid of these? He pulled down a couple of balloons and tied them to a chair. An idea struck him and he pulled out his phone.

“Vince, I need you to come down here and find every hospital within a twenty mile radius of here.” He was going to donate all this to the hospitals. He certainly had no need for it.

The doorbell rang and as he was about to yell for Raegan, he decided against it and went to answer the door himself. As he opened the door, he could have hit himself, remembering that the person on the other side could be a group fan girls ready to rape him at any second. He braced himself for the screaming and the touching. Surprisingly, it never came.

Instead, he found himself looking into a pair of wide amber eyes.

A/N: You’ll be seeing a lot more of Raegan (Garrett’s younger sister) and hopefully the rest of his rather messed up family. I changed some of the characters around too, just to lessen the confusion. But you guys will see in the later chapters when I introduce/re-introduce characters. Well, hopefully the next chapter will be a little easier to write. Also, as you might have noticed, the chapters are a bit shorter than they used to be, I hope they're just as interesting :) So please review and tell me what you think.