tabloids. // katy perry fan fiction

one.

2 years earlier. . .

"Caleb, how are you and your mom?"

"Caleb could you smile for us?"

"Caleb, I love you!"

"Caleb, you man whore!"

"Caleb is gay!"

"Gay!"

"Caleb!"

I squint my eyes as I put my headphones on, trying not to listen to their hurtful words as I continue to make my way to the the woods. I kick a bit stronger, desperately trying to avoid the crowd. For once I just want to be normal.

I turn my board to the left, thinking of confusing the people so I'd lose them. I quickly head to the woods as soon as I get the assurance of no one else following me, a place I spend most of my time off when I'm not at the park. This place holds a lot of good memories. The day I first went here was with my dad. He and I made a tree house above that old tree, a castle just for the two of us. But that was it. After that day, he never came back. It was as if he vanished into thin air. I was 6 back then. Everytime I tried to remember his face, I couldn't.

"Caleb?" I hear a whisper, making my heart jump as I desperately look around. How could they ever follow me in this woods? I take my headphones off, tucking them back into my pocket along with my iPod.

"H-hello?" I shout, trying to find any other being with me.

"It's me." A long haired brunette approaches me, grinning shyly as she tucks a strand of hair back to her ponytail. I sigh in relief, closing my eyes as I smell her perfume. Berries. She smells alot like my mom. I smile at the thought. I do like how my mom smells like every single day. I'll never get enough of her scent. It never seems to fade.

"Hey, Hannah!" I greet her, smiling as I carry my board and start walking.

"Hey." She waves at me, keeping her angelic smile on.

"Sorry I'm late. . . Just got a little. . uhm. . distracted." I apologize, scratching the back of my neck as we walk towards the treehouse together.

"Nah, it's okay. Trying to lose those fat ass men with gator ass cameras is real' tricky. I know it's hard going around town when your mom's a stinkin' popstar!" She giggles, making me do the same. I help her climb up the rickety steps to the mouth of my fortress-- our fortress now as she basically helped in repairing it a few weeks ago, the old wooden steps creaking with every step.

"But why do they do that, though? I mean, I'm just another boring human being." I shrug as I get inside the treehouse.

"That I could agree with. You are just another boring human being. And a jerky one too." She jokes, taking her cardigan off and hang it on one of the nails mounted on the wall. I roll my eyes as I shake my head, too tired to think of a comeback. I sit on the couch, the cushions underneath sinking as I take a seat.

"Well thank you for that compliment Miss Ford." She rolls her green eyes as she sits next to me after kicking me playfully. I laugh genuinely, feeling good for the first time this week. I haven't laughed genuinely since the week started.

"You know I don't want to be called by that surname. I go under Sheikeero now." She silently tells me, looking down at her fingers fiddling with her blouse. Hannah's parents filed a divorce a month ago and it's been really hard for her. Her mom won over her in custody, thank God. Hannah never had a dad, as she says it. Her dad was always away, wasting his money off drinking. She never even acknowledged him as her father. But that didn't mean she liked the idea of having a single parent. She didn't want to be "dadless".

"I'm sorry." I wrap my arms around her, allowing her to cry on my shoulder. She sobs loudly, damping my favorite shirt but I don't care. She's my best friend and I care about her more than I care about this stupid piece of clothing.

"Shhhhh. . . It's okay, Hannah. It wasn't your fault." I whisper, not knowing what else to do to comfort her. Not many girls cry into my arms, giving me zero experience. Hannah had always been brave, strong and independent. She didn't show her pain. I loved her for that. . . and I always will. But now, as if all her built up walls crumbles down infront of me, making me see who Hannah truly is. She needs me like I need her. She's my only chance at feeling normal. She keeps me sane. Well, barely. My phone starts ringing, making me groan as I let go of the hug.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this." I tell Hannah as I stand up, feeling really guilty for disrupting the moment.

"No it's okay. I'll be okay." She smiles, masking away her tears with a wide smile. This woman never fails to surprise me. I could learn something from her. If only I could be as strong as her.

"Hello?" I roll my eyes as I answer the call, walking to the treehouse's terrace.

"Caleb?" My mom asks, making me sigh heavily. Just by her tone, I can see she's been crying. . . again.

"Mom? Is everything okay?" I whisper, feeling really sorry for my mother.

"Caleb. . . could you please come home? I need to talk to you." My mom shakily asks, making my heart clench in pain. It hurts hearing your mother's pained voice.

"Of course. I'll be home in a bit, don't worry." I put my phone back inside my pocket and walk back inside.

"Hannah, I have to go back. Mom needs me. I'm sorry."

"Can I come? I haven't seen Katy in a long time." She stands up, grabbing her cardigan off the wall.

"Sure. I'm sure she'd love to see you again." We hurry down the steps of the old treehouse. I grab my board as I watch Hannah put on her helmet and ride her favorite bicycle. I love watching her cycle. It reminds me of how my dad ta- Caleb stop. He isn't coming back. That douche will never come back.

"Mom?" I leave the door open for Hannah to get in, setting my board down neatly to the side.

"Living room." Mom shouts back. I walk towards the living room, opening the wooden door etched with vintage french designs I love so dearly.

"Is everything okay?" I ask as I sit next to her, sighing heavily.

"Actually. . . No. . . I have a favo- Hannah! I can't believe you're here!" Katy quickly stands up as she notices Hannah, smiling widely as she pulls her into a hug. I smile as I watch them exchange hellos.

"Nice to see you too, Kate." Hannah giggles, letting go of my mother and takes a seat on the couch adjacent to where I am sitting on.

"So, what was it you wanted?" I ask, looking at my mother.

"Okay. . Uhm. . T- there's. . . We've been invited to a fancy ass get together organized by some famous director or something." My mom stutters, looking down at her feet.

"What? Why did you accept it? You know I hate parti-"

"I think you should go." Hannah cuts me off, smiling innocently.

"What? No!" I screech, crossing my arms on my chest.

"Oh come on! You're such a party pooper." Hannah pouts, making my mother giggle. I roll my eyes, sighing heavily as I close my eyes.

"Please attend the party with me." My mom pleads, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Fine." I groan, finally giving in.

"Alright! You could go with Hannah if you want." She tells me, making me smile. Going with Hannah would make the party less boring. Atleast it's better.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes for the second time this afternoon, resting my head on the couch. The doorbell rings, making me shoot up from my seat.

"I'll get it."

-a/n-

this isn't much but. . . here's chapter one! no drama yet of course. the story is just starting! so, what do you think? this chapter is written by -brokxnwings- by the way :)

next chapter will be by -KatyCat_LilyDerp-

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