It's All Too Much.

IMPORTANT! BOLD WRITING IS XAVIER AND NORMAL WRITING IS COURIE!!!

I couldn't believe it. I'd been waiting for Izzy for about two hours now, on the side of the road near a long line if love sick teenage girls wanting a signed CD from Xavier Moon.

Xavier Moon is one of the world’s most popular singers. He plays on the radio but I hate him. I know you think that might be a bit harsh seeing that I don't even know him but I don't like his music. And from what I've heard he's stuck up, spoiled and rich.

But I promised my older sister, Izzy, I would wait for her here to pick me up. I'd been slowly watching the line get smaller and smaller until I couldn't really bear doing nothing any longer. I took out my camera (I'm a photographer) and look through the photos I'd just taken in the building opposite where Xavier Moon was.

I tried calling Izzy again but she still wouldn't answer and I couldn't afford a cab.

"It seems I have forgotten one..." I turned to see Xavier Moon.

"Where should I sign?" his blonde hair was in its usual style and he wore loose skinny jeans and a leather jacket over a casual shirt.

“Excuse me?” She asked. She was hot and looked a bit older than the usual crowd of young teens who love me. She looked about my age, but hey, everyone loves me no matter what age. She was holding one of them professional cameras.

“Oh, sorry, do you need a photo? Or are you paparazzi?” I asked.

She almost looked offended. “I’m sorry, but do you really think I’m here for Xavier Moon?”  - She spat my name out.

Feisty. But…how could she not be here for me? I just played smart ass. “Well, everyone else is here for me,”

She looked around. “Really, because it looks like apart from your body guards and that hobo over there, I’m the only one here,” She smirked flicking her straight brown hair over her shoulder.

“They were here for me, though.”

“Whatever.” She said, turning back to face the road. When I didn’t move she said, “What are you still doing here?”

“Just…waiting for my ride too.” I said. She sighed and kept looking through her photos. For once I didn’t really care that my limo was late, because I got to talk to this girl.

“So…you’re a photographer?” I asked.

“Why are you still talking to me?” She asked.

“Why do I get the feeling you hate me?”

“Why do you have to be such a spoiled ass?” I shot back. Hah! This time I won! He didn’t have anything else to say back.

After some silence he said, “Let’s start this again. Hi, I’m Xavier Moon.”

“I already know who you are.” I said.

“What’s your name?” He asked cheerfully. I didn’t answer.

He sighed. “She’s being stubborn,” he said softly to one of his body guards who didn’t even blink.

“If I tell you my name, will you go away?”

“Possibly.” He answered. I wasn’t happy with ‘possibly’ so I didn’t say anything. “Okay, fine, yes, I will go. Just your name,” He finally gave up.