A Collection of Short Cliché Stories

Chapter 3: Pop Star/Fanfiction Cliché (part 1)

Chapter: Pop Star/Fanfiction Cliché (part 1)

"I hate you Lisa" I hissed at my best friend who was currently dragging me to the entrance.

"Oh whatever, I'm so excited!" Lisa beamed at me then started running, consequently pulling me along. I was completely irritated with her chirpy attitude, I did not want to be here and I definitely didn't ask to be dragged into this.

My voluminous, long, chocolate waves bounced as we ran to the arena. Good thing I was using my trusty pair of old converse.

I was definitely the odd girl out in the crowd of squeaky teenage girls. I was the only one dressed in jeans and tennis, not caked with makeup and with no plunging neckline shirts. And I also was the only girl not screaming over Justin Love, the world's most famous pop singer.

"Oh my god, I seriously can't believe I'm breathing the same air as him"

I rolled my eyes.

"Why do yo-" I was interrupted midsentence with the exploding chorus of fangirls shrieking.

Lights dimmed and music started. Jake Love ascended from the ground and into the stage. With microphone in hand and wide smile in place as the beat started.

He was singing his platinum awarded song "Hit by Cupid's Arrow". I covered my ears, wincing at the horrible sound that his music was.

As he was dancing in the stage, he looked upon the crowd eventually locking eyes with me. I was in the first row, of course, Lisa had been given VIP tickets for her birthday.

The concert felt like it lasted forever, when it was finally over I sighed with relief, thankful to be away from the hormonal tweens.

As I was crossing the parking lot Lisa caught up with me, grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Uh, going to my car?"

"But we have meet and greets, five minutes personally with him! That's what VIP tickets get you!"

Bury me.

"C'mon, we don't want to be late"

Once again I was dragged against my will. We were the last ones in line, but nevertheless Lisa was pretty piped up.

Once it was our turn, I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes, the last thing I wanted was to spend 5 minutes of my life with the world's fakest celebrity. I bet his voice was even fake.

"Auto tune bastard"

"Excuse me?" Justin Love looked at me, eyebrows knitted together.

"Huh?"

Lisa's face turned crimson red. "You said that out loud" She whispered.

I mentally slapped myself.

I had this recurring problem of subconsciously saying my thoughts out loud.

"I certainly don't use auto tune" The attractive pop star said.

"Of course you don't" I answered sarcastically.

I was ready to make a reply when Lisa suddenly pulled me behind her and hissed at me to shut up.

"You don't have to wait for me" Lisa trained her eyes with such irritation on me.

"How do you suppose to get a ride home?"

"I'll take the bus, now leave. Let me enjoy my 5 minutes"

"Okay" I sighed reluctantly, wondering why I think it's a good idea to leave her alone.

I walked to my super vintage blue car, it's unique and no one else has a model like it.

I reach to my back pocket for my keys, but all I find are some empty gum wrappers and lint. I frown, confused as to why I can't find my keys.

I glanced at my rose gold wristwatch, 10 minutes had already passed, Lisa must be long gone by now.

I went back to the concert hall, determined that I would find my keys there. It was pitch black, I assumed everyone had already left. Just as I was rounding a corner, I collided with a strong male chest. Ignoring basic physics, he fell down on top of me.

"Ouch!" We both exclaimed, I felt pain throbbing all throughout my body.

The guy's hoodie fell off, only to reveal...Jake Love!

"Hey" Jake said as his eyes zeroed on me.

"It would be nice of you to move, you're squeezing the air out of me" I said, it was true, his toned abs were pressing down on my body, I was running out of air.

"I like it here" He said, like every other boy in the world.

Suddenly, a flash blinded us. A snicker could be heard in the dark. It spooked the hell out of me. Jake scrambled to get up, but just as he did so, a man emerged from the pitch blackness. Or to be more specific, a paparazzi.

"This'll get me so much money, thank ya kids" The paparazzi cackled, Jake ran after him but it was to no avail since the paparazzi just entered his minivan and speeded off to the streets.

The super popstar heaved a sigh as he ran a hand through his perfect, smooth hair. He kicked a pebble, turned around with fists clenched and fury in his eyes.

"This is all your fault!"

"Oh, mine? You're the one who stayed on top of me"

"This will look bad, it'll ruin my reputation"

"Boohoo" I crossed my arms across my chest. My hair falling down in perfect waves on my shoulders, not at all disheveled by all these events.

"I've got an idea" Jake's eyes sparkled, I took a step back unsure of what this 'idea' was.

"Well, spit it out"

"We'll pretend to date"

"Ha! Of course not"

"Hey, you owe me"

"Why do I owe you?"

"Because if it weren't for you I wouldn't be here asking you to do this"

"Why are you even walking this way? Without bodyguards?!"

"I dunno, I guess they just let me wander around" He said with a simple shrug.

"I'm not sure about this Jake..."

"Jake?" He raised a perfect eyebrow. "We're on a first name basis eh"

"What do I get in return for this?"

"Money?"

"What? Like a prostitute?"

"No!" Jake Love exclaimed hastily. "Uh, what do you want in return then? Anything"

I pondered for a while, this was something I really had to think carefully through.

"My college tuition" Yeah, I wasn't your typical girl. I was into school, not makeup. I was like that Taylor Swift song, I wore sneakers not high heels. I was special. A special snowflake.

"Okay, sure" He said as if it were no big deal. Well, perhaps it wasn't a big deal, he had more than enough money to spare.

"Great" I added, a grin slipping into my ivory complexion and smooth naturally red lips.