Rollercoaster Love.

Chapter 1.

I can't say that I've ever been a boy magnet, but I can say that I've always been the exact opposite. I can also say that I'm not the type to hang out with a large group of friends or always have somewhere to be on the weekends. Once again, the complete opposite. On a typical Saturday night, you can find me staring at a computer screen with a bowl of chips in my lap. (Well, that's not entirely true. Sometimes it's pretzels.)

And on this particular Saturday night, that's exactly what I am doing, while killing time by tweeting about boredom. A little blue circle pops up under "me" and I click it to see I have a new direct message. I assume it's one of my internet friends, asking how I am or telling me about a book that I need to read, but I'm surprised to see Keaton Stromberg's icon and name. I stare at it for a long time.

- Hey, you're online! :)

Even though his username is right, I can't believe it. My heart is about to pound out of my chest, but I try to stay calm and simply type,

You remember me?

I guess I should explain real quick; I met Keaton during The X Factor live shows. My mother was hired as a choreographer, and because I was her daughter, I was allowed to be there a lot. And since I was homeschooled, I even had classes with the kids sometimes. Most of the contestants were nice, but what does a semi-famous person want to do with the pathetic daughter of a choreographer? Nothing.

Except for Keaton Stromberg and Beatrice Miller, who treated me like I was another contestant, or one of their friends. I didn't see Bea much though, so I was often spending time with Keaton backstage. A few times, I even got to tag along with the whole band when they went out. Like I said, I'm not the type to hang out with a big group of friends. Online, I mean something to a few human beings, but in real life, I don't have any friends. At all. Zero. Unless you consider my five year old cousin and most people don't. So of course he became my best friend. After Emblem3 was eliminated though, I lost touch with him. When they came back for the finale, I only got to speak to Drew, and that was just me yelling hello over a mess of people. I didn't have Keaton's number, and I was too scared to even tweet him.

Part of me always hoped that he'd send me a message. I checked my Facebook every single day. But after six months, I realized how pathetic I was acting, and I just stopped. I didn't think he remembered me, or even cared. Why would he? He was more than semi-famous and he could hang out with actual famous people, or whoever he wanted to. He didn't need me.

Even so, that doesn't stop me from being insanely happy when I realize that he took a few seconds out of his day to send me a message, even if it wasn't more than three words.

- Haha, of course!

Now my heart is really thumping. I pinch my arm to make sure I'm not dreaming and as soon as I decide I'm awake, another message pops up.

- So what are you up to?

Breathe, Elle, breathe.

Just eating pretzels and listening to Matchbox 20. You?

Lame, Elle, lame. I wait a few minutes, but a reply never comes. I sigh and switch tabs to read an online book. But I can't concentrate for checking my Twitter every fifteen seconds until the message button lights up.