Love in the Shadows ~ Dean Portman x OC

Prologue: A Break Would Be Nice

This is an intro to the story and why it starts. Provides very important information to the story. Pls read it :)
Pov: Morgan June 21st, 1994 NYC
"Introducing international teen popstar and America's sweetheart, Maple Hart!!"

I walk onto the stage- maybe you've heard of it, it's called Madison Square Garden. 19,500 voices scream various praises/noises as I greet the crowd.

I should be more excited. People would kill to be in my position, but after your 3rd of 4th time it looses its charm. Don't get me wrong, I love being a popstar but most of the time I'd rather be at home catching up on my favorite sitcom.

When it all began, aka when I was 9, I loved the fame and performing. My father, Donald B. Tibbles got me a gig at his bosses' kid's birthday party. One of the party guests worked in the record industry and got me a recording slot for my first demo. I got signed by one of the biggest companies in the world! I was all over the radio and on posters. My first tour was when I was 11 and ever since then I became of the most famous and successful popstars of all time! Not to mention the youngest.

Being famous was so fun but it also meant I had to leave home, my school, my friends, and most of all my roller derby team. I was the smartest player and my signature move was the slingshot where I'd grab one of the other team members by the arm and fling myself to the finish line. In short, I went from Morgan Tibbles, to Slingshot, to Maple Hart all before double digits!

-Time Skip- 2 hours later

After the concert I was so tired and I just wanted to pass out in my hotel room when I was bombarded by paparazzi- dammit. They kept flashing their cameras in my face and yelling questions at me. I only really caught one question and I wish I hadn't.

This woman from MTV asked me if I was "looking for a man to stop writing songs about stupid personal issues." I was just so tired and flat out pissed she had the audacity to ask a 14 year old girl about her dating life that I snapped "No, but doctors are looking for a cure for your extreme ugliness so based on your botched nose job I'd say they haven't made much progress"

I stormed off with my parents and body guards surrounding me till I got in the limo.

"Care to explain missy?!" My father missed no beat in lecturing me

"I'm sorry ok I just snapped! It's not my fault she asked a crap question"

"Language Morgan! I don't know what's gotten into you lately but I frankly don't appreciate it" my mother scolded. She is a very religious woman so anything I do/say/wear has to be approve in the "eyes of the lord"

"Sorry mom" I mentally rolled my eyes. God forbid I actually rolled my eyes in front of my Greek immigrant mother I'd be a milk carton kid faster than my eyes could circumnavigate my socket.

"Jeez did you even think before you said that? Do you think at all anymore?! I can just image the papers tommorow. 'America's Sweathart's Gone Salty' I gotta call Ester." My mother complained as she dialed my agent.

I know for a fact she's not gonna be happy about this.

UGH! Was I really in the wrong here?! I mean who asks that to a 14 year old? Or anyone for that matter?? I hate the paparazzi so much. Always have and always will. They just get paid to invade celebrities' privacy and they get away with the creepiest things!

- Time Skip - 2 days later

knock knock

I groaned and opened the hotel door, after looking in the pep hole and seeing my mom of course.

She barges in and slams a magazine on the table. "What did I tell you Morgan? Now everyone thinks you have LOST your mind! You need to release an apology right now"

"But mom-"

"Do not make this worse for me Morgan or I promise you that you will never see the light of day again"

I flopped face down on my bed groaning as my mom makes her exit saying something about "be ready in 20 minutes"

Even though in the back of my mind I knew I didn't have anything to do today since my shows were over in this state, I still got ready on autopilot.

I walked out of the hotel to again be met with paparazzi and I just put on my sunglasses, kept my head down, and pushed through them. Apparently I pushed a little to hard because on of the reporters stumbled back and claimed I attacked her. You've gotta be kidding me. This time though my dad was right by my side and saw I didn't actually attack her so at least that's off my punishment list.

We got in the limo and started to head into town. My parents were both consumed on their cellphones so I just spaced out the window, taking in all the sights of New York City. Very different view from my hometown of Asheville, North Carolina. I see us get off the exit that leads us to Newark Airport and I finally ask "Where are we going?"

"The airport" Dad responds while on a call with someone I don't care to know

"Why? I don't have a show until next week"

"Not anymore," My mother looks to me, "We're flying you to a place away from the press because right now, they aren't your biggest fan. We will release an apology and a statement that the stress of fame was just too much so you've decided to step away for a while."

"Ok... so where are we flying to?"

"You're coming to Minnesota with me" my dad smiles at me. I would say I'm a lot closer to my dad because my mom was always cold to me. Which sucks because of my dads job he's always traveling. He was supposed to fly to Minnesota for work this week but I didn't know I had to go with him.

"Did you pack me a bag?"

"Your stuff will be shipped over before you arrive at your hotel" My mother states.

Great. So instead of enjoying the big apple, I'm going to a random state in the middle of nowhere that is only known for how cold it is.

"Don't look so down. It'll be fun and I have a surprise for you when we get there!"

I hate surprises but I guess a break would be nice

WC: 1110