Football Star and Pop Singer☑️

Chapter 2: Unlikely Conversations

Jax sat on the edge of his bed, his phone still in his hand as he stared at the message from Luna. His brain couldn't quite process it. Luna Blake—the pop sensation, the woman whose music had been a soundtrack to millions of lives—had just reached out to him.

If you're free later, I'd love to talk.

A part of him wanted to jump into the conversation immediately, ask her what this was all about, but another part of him told him to wait, to think it through. His football career had always been his priority, and the idea of getting involved with someone like Luna—someone whose world was so far removed from his own—felt like stepping onto shaky ground.

Still, curiosity won out.

He tapped out a quick reply. Hey Luna, it's Jax. I'm free after this team meeting if you want to chat.

The seconds stretched into minutes. He told himself not to check the phone, to focus on the next few hours, but he couldn't help himself. The buzz of the phone in his hand snapped him from his thoughts, and his heart rate quickened as he saw her reply.

Perfect, I'll call you in a bit.

A few minutes later, Jax's phone rang, and his pulse kicked into overdrive when he saw the name flash on the screen.

"Hello?" he answered, trying to sound casual, despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

"Hi, Jax. It's Luna." Her voice was warm and inviting, but there was a hint of something more—something uncertain, maybe even a little nervous. It was odd to hear her sounding so real, so human.

"Hey, Luna. Thanks for reaching out." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his thoughts. "How's everything?"

"Good, good," she said with a soft laugh. "I'm just... you know, adjusting to everything that comes with being out of town for a while. This whole 'fame' thing isn't as glamorous as it looks sometimes." There was a quiet honesty to her tone that struck Jax. He hadn't expected her to sound so down-to-earth, so vulnerable.

"I get that," Jax replied, leaning back against the headboard. "Football's got its own version of that. People see the game, the touchdowns, but they don't see everything that comes with it—the pressure, the expectations."

"Exactly," she said, and he could practically hear the smile in her voice. "I saw you play tonight. You're amazing out there."

Jax chuckled, a little embarrassed by the compliment. "Thanks. It's been a crazy ride, but it's what I've always wanted."

"I can imagine," Luna responded thoughtfully. "But, you know, I was thinking... I don't meet a lot of people who get it. The whole pressure to be 'perfect' all the time, the spotlight always on you. It's hard to find someone who understands, who doesn't just see the celebrity."

There was a pause, and Jax found himself wondering what she meant by that. Did she really want to get to know him, or was this just a fleeting conversation between two people who had no reason to connect? He pushed the thought aside. He'd never been one to second-guess a moment when it felt real.

"I get that," Jax said, his voice sincere. "It's easy for people to make assumptions, but they don't see the sacrifices. I guess it's nice to talk to someone who doesn't just want an autograph or a photo, you know?"

Luna was quiet for a moment, and he could almost hear the gears turning in her mind. When she spoke again, her tone softened.

"I was hoping that maybe we could... talk more. Maybe away from all this noise? Just, you know, get to know each other without all the flashing cameras and press?"

Jax felt his heart skip a beat. Was she really asking him out? Was he reading this right?

"I'd like that," he said before his thoughts could get in the way. "When?"

"How about tomorrow? I'll be in town for a few more days. We can grab a coffee or something. Just... no cameras, no fans. Just two people who happen to be from different worlds."

Jax smiled, a sense of relief flooding through him. "Sounds good. I'll text you when I get the time and place."

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before the conversation came to a natural end. As soon as the call ended, Jax leaned back, his mind racing.

Luna Blake—Luna Blake—had just asked him to meet up. He wasn't sure what it meant, but something about it felt... right. This wasn't a typical celebrity moment; it was a conversation between two people who were both trying to figure out how to navigate a world that constantly watched them.

He glanced at his phone again, seeing her contact name still glowing on the screen. Tomorrow would be interesting. Very interesting.