"Morning beautiful!" Luke greets me as I answer his FaceTime call.
"Morning." I mumble, still half asleep.
"Awh, is someone tired?" He teases.
"Yes." I reply, hugging the pillow. "I haven't been sleeping well at all recently."
"Someone wants a cuddle." He sing-songs.
"Yep, I might be forced to sleep with Molly."
"I don't think sleeping with my dogs gonna help." He chuckles,
Anyway, what are you up to today?" I ask.
"We're-" I don't hear the rest of what Luke says as I notice multiple women walking around behind him in only their underwear.
"Luke Robert Hemmings, are you in some sort of outdoor strip club or something? What the hell is going on?"
"What?" He says, turning around. "Oh, that. I was just telling you how we've got our first video shoot today and the girls are involved in that."
"So you guys are just watching half naked girls all day?"
"No, no, no. There's guys as well."
"That makes all the difference." I laugh.
"And I suppose your day is better than mine?"
"I've got a shed load of exams I haven't properly studied for, so no it's definitely not better than your day. Plus, everyone at school won't shut up about stupid valentines day."
"Jane, are you still mad that I'm not gonna be there for valentines day?"
For some strange, stupid reason I feel a few tears welling up in my eyes. "No, I just thought I'd actually have someone with me this year. In a way I do, but not physically with me."
"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, we can have our own valentines day when I get back. Valentines day isn't that great anyway, you know."
"Luke, get your ass over here! We need to start filming!" Michael yells.
"You better go." I chuckle.
"Yeah, I love you, bye."
"Bye."
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"Awh, is poor little Janey alone again?" Amber mocks as I pass her in the hall.
"It's better than having fake friends." I reply.
"Oh, my friends aren't fake, honey. Especially this one." She grins as none other than Sarah comes and stands beside her.
She looks almost unrecognizable, heavy make up plastered across her face and a tan as fake as Mrs Bakers boobs. Instead of her usual practical attire, she's wearing the standard bitch uniform of our school which is the world shortest skirt paired with some sort of crop top.
"Morning, Jane." Sarah smiles.
Confusion takes over my brain. "Okay, can someone explain what happened here?"
"What do you mean?" Amber asks innocently, twirling her hair around her index finger.
"Her and James had a major break-up and she went a little crazy." Alex, Luke's cousin who I'd met a few times, whispers as he passes us.
"Sarah, I hate to break it to you, but you've lost it." I laugh. "You've completely and utterly lost it. You moaned at me for changing, but you're the one who's changed."
"At least I'm not a loser." She snaps.
"At least I'm not a bitch." I reply.
"At least she's pretty!" Amber pipes up.
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Fanfiction"You know Jane, this isn't you. Your mum scared you into being this, the real you is just locked up inside." "I think the same about you. The fame scared you into being punk rock, when really your just a kitten locked inside a rock star."
