Star Struck

1 || Plesant Surprise

"Calia! Hold off on sending those invites. The wedding may be delayed."

I trail a finger down the page of the worn book in between my arms. As if knowing I was deliberately ignoring her, a magazine falls onto my book, covering the paragraph I was almost done with. I grab the edge of the thin material and toss it across my bed comforter. A second later, it lands back in front of me, and my best friend's hand slams down on it so I can't throw it again.

Typical.

"Really?"

Right next to me, Emily shrugs, her hair falling around her face in a curtain of brunette locks. She left her spot on the black plush beanbag seat in the corner of my bedroom just to annoy me with another stupid magazine about celebrities.

In the middle of a room hangs a flat screen tv suspended over a fireplace with surround sound speaker on either side. Music is blaring through, and it's times like these where I'm thankful my parents took it upon themselves in making my room sound proof. But instead of playing Top 40 Hits, she's blasting her favorite band, Star Struck's music.

Like many, she's obsessed with Star Struck, the "hottest," (as she likes to remind me) teen band. And lucky for me, I get to hear about them. Every day.

"Just read it," she squeals, tugging onto the hem of her white crop top unconsciously. Today she's sporting light blue cut off shorts that could border on too short.

"Why must you put me through such misery?" I groan, before closing my book and setting it aside.

"Because who doesn't love looking at hot dudes who can sing?" Emily asks. She places her manicured nails on her hips, and smiles.

I glance over at the magazine, and then my book. Following my line of sight, Emily looks back at me and grins. My stomach drops. Before I can move, her arm shoots out and grabs my book, placing it behind her where I can't reach it.

I pout. "That wasn't nice."

She blows me a kiss. "It's for your own good. Now quit stalling and look!"

This is one of the many stupid Teen News magazines Emily has forced me to read. Each one is filled with the "latest and HOTTEST" gossip from nosy reporters who have no life, and spend said life stalking celebrities. If it were my choice, I would've burned all of Emily's collection because that's just a whole another level of creepy, but when it comes to these waste of space for Emily, she lives for reading about their amazing lives, fame, and fortune.

Frankly, I couldn't care less. It's all artificial, an act to put on a good show, and there's no point in wishing for what they have if you're never going to have it.

Sighing, I give in. "Fine," I grumble. I gesture to the picture. "Who's who again?"

If she wasn't into self image, I'm sure her jaw would've dropped. I can already see the wheels churning inside her head.

The cover shows a picture of all five members of the hot new band Star Struck. Each one is in no doubt, cute, but if I so much as say something as small as that, Emily would flip. She jumps onto my bed and lays down next to me. Once she's settled herself onto the comforter, she yanks the paper drama fest away from me.

Each one is standing in a row side by side, all donned in a blend of black and white. She points at a boy smirking on the far left with mocha colored hair and hazel eyes "That's Shane. He's one of the five singers with the crazy hot vocals."

I eye her. "That's a bad description."

She playfully slaps my arm. "But it works."

"No it doesn't. How does 'crazy hot vocals' describe how he can sing?"

Emily sticks out her tongue. "It just does. Now, moving on," she shifts her finger to the guy standing next to him. His blue eyes are open with fake surprise with his hands up on either side. His name flies around in the back of my mind from many mentions of him, but it never surfaces. "That's Luke Avery. He plays most of the instruments for the band."

"No description of his vocals?"

Emily clicks her tongue loudly. "You've heard it all before. You should know."

She goes on to remind me that the last three are Shane Reed, Jake Calum, and Dalon Mitchell. Each of them share smirks and straight faces, their eyes amused.

She continues to ramble about how she wishes she could meet them, and I feel my tolerance for the band growing thinner and thinner. "Okay, you know I love you Emily, but what was the point of all this? I thought something was wrong?"

"Oh yeah!" She claps her hands together and then her eyes widen. "Can you believe it?! Dalon has admitted to dating actress Celine Lorainne, and Jake Calum has posted and been seen out with singer Ayala Morgan. Don't get me wrong, Cay, but I don't think they're a good fit. Not because Ayala and Celine Lorainne aren't pretty or anything, but he's mine."

I'm about to speak before Emily opens her mouth again. "And, Noah King is rumored to be dating someone--possibly a fan-- and not only is that heartbreaking enough, but now that leaves only two of the boys single, give or take."

My head pounds to the best of the song, and I close my eyes. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I take a breath. "Emily, why is any of this important?"

She let's out an exaggerated gasp. "Are you kidding me? I would've been fine with dating either members of Star Struck and you can get one too, of course, but now that we're down to two, the possibility is steadily decreasing." She huffs out a breatg and groans. "This is a travesty!"

I roll my eyes. "I'm afraid I don't share the same feelings."

Emily reaches back to grab one of my pillows and slaps one against my head. "Stop! You need to learn to be more supportive of my fangirl dreams."

I groan. "I do support you. I just don't support this band. I give them a huge round of applause for their achievements, but I'm not a fan. Not of them, or any other band."

"Well, I was going to wait until later to say something, but you know how your birthday is coming up next week?"

I blink, clearly confused. "Yeah?"

"Well, turns out that on that very same day, Star Struck is performing, and we are going to go watch."

I frown. "That's how we're going to spend my 18th birthday?"

She laughs, her voice sounding sweet. "That's not the half of it."

This only causes my frown to deepen. "What are you talking about?" I ask cautiously.

"Girl, pack your bags. We're traveling the world."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I looked at this countless times before publishing, but there are most likely misspelled words, so for the most part, it is unedited.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1. Feel free to give feedback.

Have a great day, guys! (: