Starstruck - Chapter One - It's My Life
Haven Anderson is a famous singer, every girl knows him, and almost all have pictures of him plastered on their walls. Gypsy is just a small-town girl, one of the few who are not obsessed with Haven, she has bigger dreams than marrying someone famous. But when fate pulls these two into meeting, will she change her mind? And will Haven finally see that there's something better than just the spotlight?
Hello everyone! This is the story that had the most votes, I hope you will all enjoy it! This -is- a love/hate story, for those who favor these types, even if you don't, I hope you'll give it a try and enjoy it anyway. I really hope I'll stick to this one, I think I will, I already really, really like it.
I would've posted sooner today, but we actually had snow. In Texas! So, my brother and I went out and did things. Like pelt each other with snowballs and make Lumpy the Snowman. He didn't turn out so well. :3 Anyway, how is everyone? Good, I hope. Happy February! It's finally almost Spring!
I was thinking of using Sterling Knight as Haven. What do you think?
Anyway, I'm babbling. Enjoy. ~_^
ALSO! - *** Means PoV change. It'll only be switching between Haven, and Gypsy. If there's someone else, I'll label it, "So&So's PoV". Thank you!
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***I grinned as the deep, dramatic voice of my manager announced me. Hundreds of excited shrieks shot through my ears, most shouting my name. I tugged at my shirt, running a hand through my hair coolly before trotting out onto the stage. I raised a hand in greeting, the thundering music starting. Signs jumped up and down in the crowd, outstretched hands were everywhere, lights flashed, and the whole stage shook.
"Haven!" They screamed at me, "I love you!" I cringed, a headache approaching. For a second, only a second, I missed the days before this. Just being average, happy, not burdened by worry or time. I was distracted from this by myself, singing to my own song. The song that everyone believed I had written, but I hadn't. My songs were different, these songs made everyone happy. Don't get me wrong, I loved my career, the glory of it all, but there were things it was missing. Wonderful things.
***I sighed, annoyed at my best friend, Alexia, for shrieking. "Oh my god, Gypsy!" She jumped up and down on the bed as he began to sing through the speakers in her T.V.
"What?" I groaned, leaning back against her bed.
"What do you mean, 'What?'?! It's Haven Anderson! The single most talented guy ever!" She crawled over to me, grabbing my shoulders. She shook me like I was crazy, making me laugh, "What is wrong with you?!" She sat back, acting exasperated. "Plus, he's hot." She swooned, cupping her hands together at her neck.
"Sure he is, Lexi. Sure he is." I smirked at her, but she only stared at me in disbelief, her mouth hanging open.
"Don't tell me you aren't attracted to him!" She challenged.
"I'm not." I proudly shot back. She shook her head, sighing.
"I just don't get you, Gypsy. I just don't." She frowned, getting up. She grabbed a magazine from her bookshelf, prancing back over to me across her light-pink carpet. She dropped down in front of me, holding up a page length picture of Haven Anderson, famous singer. "Look at him. Just look at him. You'll come around." I laughed, shaking my head.
I looked at the picture with mock interest. He had sandy-blonde hair, longer than usual, and blue eyes. His cheeks dimpled when he smiled, and he looked very proud and self-centered in that picture. "He's a jerk." I commented. She gasped.
"A jerk! How dare you!"She pounced on me, grabbing a pillow from beside us. She started pelting me with it, "Say it! Say you think he's hot!"
I laughed loudly, my sides starting to hurt, "You think he's hot!" I choked out.
"Cheater!" She shrieked, but laughed, anyway. Her supposedly favorite song came on and she jumped up, copying the moves from the video as she sang along in a loud voice.
*** As the last song started, almost all the crowd started to sing along. At the end, the last chorus, I held the microphone out for them, and they sang, their voices projected out across the air. I ran from left to right across the stage, holding my hand out for the girls. Most tried to grab it and pull me down, but failed. Others just screamed and touched my hand gingerly.
"Thank you!" I shouted after the song stopped, beads of sweat trailing down my forehead. "You guys rock!" They clapped, whistled, screamed, some even threw wadded up pieces of paper with their phone number on it. I bounded backstage, giving another wave behind me before I disappeared. This had to be the life.
"Haven!" My manager beamed at me. "Good job, kid, good job. Very proud, I'm very proud of you. But, do you think you're ready to continue your tour?"
"Ready?" I chuckled at him, "What do you think, Rodger?" He grinned toothily, slapping my back.
"Way to go, Kid. You're gonna be big, so big even the president'll be rocking to your tune." He set his arm across my shoulders, waving his hand out in front of us.
"Uh.. Sure, Rodger. If you say so." I smirked, glancing back to the tall, skinny man beside me. He had dark hair, pulled back in a pony tail. He winked at me through his dark sunglasses. I pulled away, "So, where next?"
He held his grin, "L.A. It's gonna be fabulous, kid. You'll love it."
"L.A.? Really?" I was shocked, he knew how much I wanted to perform there.
"Really. Your bus is waiting, Haven. You leave right away." He slapped my back again, "Can we get a water? And make way for the kid!" He shouted. Someone hustled a water to me, which I thankfully took, and everyone cleared a path.
"Thanks." I muttered to the man who had handed me the bottle. He just nodded and scurried away. I began to lazily make my way outside, to more screaming. I grinned at the cameras, waved to the crowds, and jumped into the bus. As it pulled away, I lounged on the leather sofa, pressed up against the side. I relaxed, starting to fall asleep.
*** "Next stop, L.A." Rodger Simmons grinned, staring at us through the screen. Rodger was Haven's manager.
"L.A.!" Alexia screamed. We were so lucky her parents were away. "Ooh, I just have to go! I have to! I've been saving for this forever!"
"Really? Dinosaur!" She rolled her eyes at me, her amusement obvious. "So, how are you going to do it?"
"Uhm... My birthday's coming up?" She sighed dreamily, "And maybe we'll look at each other, and just know.." She sighed again, laying back, "..that we're meant to be."
"Really, Lexi? I mean.. Really?" She pouted at me.
"Geese, spoilsport. A girl can dream!" We both laughed, and I pushed against her shoulder.
I pushed myself up with a yawn, "Mmm. Good morning, Lexi." I smiled sloppily at her, pulling my feet from under the blankets.
"Hmm?" She groaned from her pillow, rolling over. Her straight, dirty blonde hair was tousled and frizzy. I suspected mine was the same. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, "What time is it?"
I checked the clock, "Seven-thirty." She jumped up.
"Seven thirty?! Stupid alarm!" She ran over, whacking it before running into the bathroom, "Oh no! We're going to be late!"
I moved around to my bag, opening it up. "Wait, Gypsy! I have your clothes picked out!"
"What? But you wear.. Skirts, and stuff." I sighed, scratching my head.
She poked her head out, "So...?"
"So, you know I don't like that type of clothes."
She winked at me, grinning mischievously, "You will today. On top of the dresser." I groaned walking over to her white-wood dresser. I picked up the low-cut, black spaghetti strap tank top, and knee-length, white skirt. Sandals were on the ground in front of me, black straps that went in between my toes, and cork heels. A black sash was laid out on top of the clothes, probably to go over the skirt.
I shook my head, laughing as I turned to my black backpack. I pulled out my choice of clothes, hygiene products, and jewelry. I quickly changed, making sure to add a fair coat of deodorant and a few very light spurts of vanilla perfume. I smirked at Alexis as we traded rooms. She groaned in protest, "Why?!" She complained, only making me snicker.
I stopped in front of the mirror, looking myself over. I had brunette shoulder-length curls, dark green eyes, and a lightly tanned complexion. I was wearing a black tee, a hazy picture of a very green forest on the front. The type that you could just spend hours wandering around in. The sun was leaking through the healthy trees, the soil was nice and earthy, vines and grasses of different variety were everywhere, and it was just full of life.
Next, I had a simple pair of dark blue denim jeans on, bell bottom, held up by a very plain black leather belt. Then, I wore black, no-heel, ankle-length boots. Around my neck was a chain necklace, a small opal hanging down in between my collar bones. A silver watch sat on my wrist, the screen was a transparent light green, the numbers digital.
I quickly ran the brush through my hair a few times, then applied a quick layer of black eyeliner along the top of my eyes. I painted my lips a nice red, then quickly charged out of the bathroom. I grabbed my backpack, then Alexis as I charged out the door, panting by the time we made it to the bus stop. We had almost missed it.
*** I groaned, turning. The light blinded me, stinging my eyes. I quickly shut them, rolling again. This time, out of bed and onto the floor. "Mmph," I muttered into the blue carpet.
"Come on, kid, we've been in L.A. for an hour now! Get up!" Came the voice of the unmistakable Rodger Simmons. I sighed, pushing myself up. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair.
"And you didn't wake me?" I squinted my eyes, trying to block the sun.
"Nah, you were sleeping like a baby." He grinned as he teased me. "Yup. Be right back." I made my way to the back of the bus, pulling off my shirt. I quickly applied a few layers of deodorant, rand my hand through my hair, and pulled on a, what I thought to be, clean black T-shirt. I winked at myself in the mirror quickly before walking back out of the little makeshift dressing room. The door was open, allowing sunlight to pour out on the floor of the bus.
I trotted down the steps, inhaling the crisp California air. Rodger flashed me a quick grin, then went back to talking to some reporter. I stretched, closing my eyes, "Where to, Rodger?"
I would've posted sooner today, but we actually had snow. In Texas! So, my brother and I went out and did things. Like pelt each other with snowballs and make Lumpy the Snowman. He didn't turn out so well. :3 Anyway, how is everyone? Good, I hope. Happy February! It's finally almost Spring!
I was thinking of using Sterling Knight as Haven. What do you think?
Anyway, I'm babbling. Enjoy. ~_^
ALSO! - *** Means PoV change. It'll only be switching between Haven, and Gypsy. If there's someone else, I'll label it, "So&So's PoV". Thank you!
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
***I grinned as the deep, dramatic voice of my manager announced me. Hundreds of excited shrieks shot through my ears, most shouting my name. I tugged at my shirt, running a hand through my hair coolly before trotting out onto the stage. I raised a hand in greeting, the thundering music starting. Signs jumped up and down in the crowd, outstretched hands were everywhere, lights flashed, and the whole stage shook.
"Haven!" They screamed at me, "I love you!" I cringed, a headache approaching. For a second, only a second, I missed the days before this. Just being average, happy, not burdened by worry or time. I was distracted from this by myself, singing to my own song. The song that everyone believed I had written, but I hadn't. My songs were different, these songs made everyone happy. Don't get me wrong, I loved my career, the glory of it all, but there were things it was missing. Wonderful things.
***I sighed, annoyed at my best friend, Alexia, for shrieking. "Oh my god, Gypsy!" She jumped up and down on the bed as he began to sing through the speakers in her T.V.
"What?" I groaned, leaning back against her bed.
"What do you mean, 'What?'?! It's Haven Anderson! The single most talented guy ever!" She crawled over to me, grabbing my shoulders. She shook me like I was crazy, making me laugh, "What is wrong with you?!" She sat back, acting exasperated. "Plus, he's hot." She swooned, cupping her hands together at her neck.
"Sure he is, Lexi. Sure he is." I smirked at her, but she only stared at me in disbelief, her mouth hanging open.
"Don't tell me you aren't attracted to him!" She challenged.
"I'm not." I proudly shot back. She shook her head, sighing.
"I just don't get you, Gypsy. I just don't." She frowned, getting up. She grabbed a magazine from her bookshelf, prancing back over to me across her light-pink carpet. She dropped down in front of me, holding up a page length picture of Haven Anderson, famous singer. "Look at him. Just look at him. You'll come around." I laughed, shaking my head.
I looked at the picture with mock interest. He had sandy-blonde hair, longer than usual, and blue eyes. His cheeks dimpled when he smiled, and he looked very proud and self-centered in that picture. "He's a jerk." I commented. She gasped.
"A jerk! How dare you!"She pounced on me, grabbing a pillow from beside us. She started pelting me with it, "Say it! Say you think he's hot!"
I laughed loudly, my sides starting to hurt, "You think he's hot!" I choked out.
"Cheater!" She shrieked, but laughed, anyway. Her supposedly favorite song came on and she jumped up, copying the moves from the video as she sang along in a loud voice.
*** As the last song started, almost all the crowd started to sing along. At the end, the last chorus, I held the microphone out for them, and they sang, their voices projected out across the air. I ran from left to right across the stage, holding my hand out for the girls. Most tried to grab it and pull me down, but failed. Others just screamed and touched my hand gingerly.
"Thank you!" I shouted after the song stopped, beads of sweat trailing down my forehead. "You guys rock!" They clapped, whistled, screamed, some even threw wadded up pieces of paper with their phone number on it. I bounded backstage, giving another wave behind me before I disappeared. This had to be the life.
"Haven!" My manager beamed at me. "Good job, kid, good job. Very proud, I'm very proud of you. But, do you think you're ready to continue your tour?"
"Ready?" I chuckled at him, "What do you think, Rodger?" He grinned toothily, slapping my back.
"Way to go, Kid. You're gonna be big, so big even the president'll be rocking to your tune." He set his arm across my shoulders, waving his hand out in front of us.
"Uh.. Sure, Rodger. If you say so." I smirked, glancing back to the tall, skinny man beside me. He had dark hair, pulled back in a pony tail. He winked at me through his dark sunglasses. I pulled away, "So, where next?"
He held his grin, "L.A. It's gonna be fabulous, kid. You'll love it."
"L.A.? Really?" I was shocked, he knew how much I wanted to perform there.
"Really. Your bus is waiting, Haven. You leave right away." He slapped my back again, "Can we get a water? And make way for the kid!" He shouted. Someone hustled a water to me, which I thankfully took, and everyone cleared a path.
"Thanks." I muttered to the man who had handed me the bottle. He just nodded and scurried away. I began to lazily make my way outside, to more screaming. I grinned at the cameras, waved to the crowds, and jumped into the bus. As it pulled away, I lounged on the leather sofa, pressed up against the side. I relaxed, starting to fall asleep.
*** "Next stop, L.A." Rodger Simmons grinned, staring at us through the screen. Rodger was Haven's manager.
"L.A.!" Alexia screamed. We were so lucky her parents were away. "Ooh, I just have to go! I have to! I've been saving for this forever!"
"Really? Dinosaur!" She rolled her eyes at me, her amusement obvious. "So, how are you going to do it?"
"Uhm... My birthday's coming up?" She sighed dreamily, "And maybe we'll look at each other, and just know.." She sighed again, laying back, "..that we're meant to be."
"Really, Lexi? I mean.. Really?" She pouted at me.
"Geese, spoilsport. A girl can dream!" We both laughed, and I pushed against her shoulder.
I pushed myself up with a yawn, "Mmm. Good morning, Lexi." I smiled sloppily at her, pulling my feet from under the blankets.
"Hmm?" She groaned from her pillow, rolling over. Her straight, dirty blonde hair was tousled and frizzy. I suspected mine was the same. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, "What time is it?"
I checked the clock, "Seven-thirty." She jumped up.
"Seven thirty?! Stupid alarm!" She ran over, whacking it before running into the bathroom, "Oh no! We're going to be late!"
I moved around to my bag, opening it up. "Wait, Gypsy! I have your clothes picked out!"
"What? But you wear.. Skirts, and stuff." I sighed, scratching my head.
She poked her head out, "So...?"
"So, you know I don't like that type of clothes."
She winked at me, grinning mischievously, "You will today. On top of the dresser." I groaned walking over to her white-wood dresser. I picked up the low-cut, black spaghetti strap tank top, and knee-length, white skirt. Sandals were on the ground in front of me, black straps that went in between my toes, and cork heels. A black sash was laid out on top of the clothes, probably to go over the skirt.
I shook my head, laughing as I turned to my black backpack. I pulled out my choice of clothes, hygiene products, and jewelry. I quickly changed, making sure to add a fair coat of deodorant and a few very light spurts of vanilla perfume. I smirked at Alexis as we traded rooms. She groaned in protest, "Why?!" She complained, only making me snicker.
I stopped in front of the mirror, looking myself over. I had brunette shoulder-length curls, dark green eyes, and a lightly tanned complexion. I was wearing a black tee, a hazy picture of a very green forest on the front. The type that you could just spend hours wandering around in. The sun was leaking through the healthy trees, the soil was nice and earthy, vines and grasses of different variety were everywhere, and it was just full of life.
Next, I had a simple pair of dark blue denim jeans on, bell bottom, held up by a very plain black leather belt. Then, I wore black, no-heel, ankle-length boots. Around my neck was a chain necklace, a small opal hanging down in between my collar bones. A silver watch sat on my wrist, the screen was a transparent light green, the numbers digital.
I quickly ran the brush through my hair a few times, then applied a quick layer of black eyeliner along the top of my eyes. I painted my lips a nice red, then quickly charged out of the bathroom. I grabbed my backpack, then Alexis as I charged out the door, panting by the time we made it to the bus stop. We had almost missed it.
*** I groaned, turning. The light blinded me, stinging my eyes. I quickly shut them, rolling again. This time, out of bed and onto the floor. "Mmph," I muttered into the blue carpet.
"Come on, kid, we've been in L.A. for an hour now! Get up!" Came the voice of the unmistakable Rodger Simmons. I sighed, pushing myself up. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair.
"And you didn't wake me?" I squinted my eyes, trying to block the sun.
"Nah, you were sleeping like a baby." He grinned as he teased me. "Yup. Be right back." I made my way to the back of the bus, pulling off my shirt. I quickly applied a few layers of deodorant, rand my hand through my hair, and pulled on a, what I thought to be, clean black T-shirt. I winked at myself in the mirror quickly before walking back out of the little makeshift dressing room. The door was open, allowing sunlight to pour out on the floor of the bus.
I trotted down the steps, inhaling the crisp California air. Rodger flashed me a quick grin, then went back to talking to some reporter. I stretched, closing my eyes, "Where to, Rodger?"
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