chapter one
"I don't even know if he's seen the video or if he'll ever see it," I told Christian, my best friend and the only person I really associate with in this school. The only person I associate with in the world.
"Anna, you're beautiful and fantastic and any guy would be lucky to go to Prom with you. Any guy would be lucky to know you," he assured me.
"You've told me that about two million times. I can only come to the conclusion that you stare at my picture all day and rehearse that line," I joked, but Christian rolled his eyes.
"Look, I know you want me --"
"Christian --"
"But I am waiting for a man who will one day rescue me and save me from this hell-hole of a city."
I laughed, but Christian was serious, especially when it came down to romance and "love". He was that kind of hopeful guy who believed in shining-armor knights and fairytale endings. I loved Christian but in this school, let alone this city, he'd have to stick to dreaming about his Prince Charming. I, on the other hand, secretly -- or at least only Christian knew -- had my eyes on a guy six years older than me. On top of that, he didn't even know I existed, and when a girl says that, you think, Okay, so he has just probably never paid attention to her. But no. This guy has never even heard of me. He's never seen me, thought about me, or even knew me was me. We live in two different worlds, and the people in my world put the people in his on pedastals. Despite my belief in just dreaming, I stupidly decided to be one of the few to blast off in a rocket and leave a flag on the "World of the Famous".
"I have to head to Lit. Text me," I said, parting from Christian and walking to the other side of the school.
I kept telling myself that the video was just for fun, that I wasn't trying to have any kind of future with Riker Lynch, R5's oldest member and my ridiculous celebrity crush. But I couldn't help checking my phone every minute expecting some news that another teen has asked someone who's famous -- and quite frankly out of their league -- to their public and lame prom, and we average people can only dread for a "Sorry, I can't. But here are tickets to a concert." People made a big deal about prom so I figured I would ask a celebrity. Plus, I was moving to California for college after I graduated. I planned on being more audacious and wanted to begin living a little.
To be honest, I was tired of being average. I was tired of being just known by my parents and Christian and the few people who followed my blog, except those followers didn't actually know who I was so technically the dog in the latest viral video was more known than I was. I guess I believe that despite their widespread reputation, famous people are just people, and I had a lot in common with Riker. I wanted a guy like him -- adored by millions of girls -- to notice a girl like me -- a "just fan" girl who daydreams about impossible futures with rockstars.
Don't get me wrong. Normal, obscure relationships can be just as fantastic as the celebrity couple's. In fact, it's probably more private and, well, nonfamous. But I couldn't help but wonder what it was like to date or even know a celebrity. They were like cartoon characters; they just didn't seem real. Most people only ever see them on tv or in YouTube videos, and no matter how much I reminded myself that they were actual people, it just didn't come off that way.
Bzzzzz. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. "Huh, gossip from Christian Magazine already."
Twitter update: 1 new follower
"Dammit, Twitter," I mumbled, placing my phone back in my pocket.
Bzzzzz. "What the?" Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bz-- Bzz-- Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
