Star Struck

Life Isn't Always A Fairytale

Madeline POV:

"So… we're right about him being a stuck up airhead?" Victoria asked, staring me down with those electric blue eyes that I have to admit creep me out.

"Yeah," I sighed, looking at the TV. They were talking about how Austin Klein broke up with Rochelle Evans again. "Austin Klein only cares about himself."

"So what did he do that made you think that?" Jessica asked, walking in the living room. She held three cans of coke, knowing their my favourite. I decided to take a day off after what happened yesterday, so my friends did too.

"Well, let's just say when I hit my head, he didn't even care about me. I mean, usually you'd help them out a bit more, but that wasn't my case. He just went off into his own world," I explained, and Jessica nodded.

"Did you get to meet Justin and Alex?" Victoria asked, and I looked at her amusingly. She had an 'not' so obvious crush on Alex Damien, one of Austin Klein's friends. Let's just say you could say the same thing with Jessica about Justin Underwood.

"No, I didn't. Guys, don't stress yourselves out over these men. I don't think that they could give a care in the world about you… that was meant to be said in the least horrible way possible," I spoke, making Victoria and Jessica look at their palms.

Trust me, these two had it hard.

"Tori, Jess… I don't think you get how these people can be. You never know their true identity… Austin Klein makes a ton of girls swoon, but if they just knew who he really was, they'd ignore him," I explained, trying to get them out of their glum mood, "You two are worth too much to let that get to you."

Victoria and Jessica looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks Madeline," Victoria whispered.

I nodded and gave them a big hug. When you're a girl in love with the bad guy… no one can determine what will really happen. Not even Alice Cullen.

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A few hours later, I decided to call someone that I've been wondering about… I mean, I missed an invitation from her, so I best tell her why.

I pulled out my phone and stood out on the balcony that my apartment led out to. I dialled Sasha Klein's number and waited.

"Hello?" a voice asked, and I remembered it to be the calm, gentle voice of Sasha Klein.

"Hi Ms. Klein, this is Madeline Harding," I said, and I could see her smile through the phone. It always made me feel happy on a sad day… whoever her son was- the one she talked about so much- was very lucky.

"Ah, Madeline! My son came here yesterday with some friends, so I was wondering if you would bring yours and show them around New York? My son grew up here, but I have a feeling that he won't entirely know where everything is," Ms. Klein mumbled, and I smiled at how nervous she was.

"I'd be glad to. And I have a pretty good hunch my friends would too," I said, laughing, "See you soon, Ms. Klein."

"Okay, stop over at 11 tomorrow, we all can have a lunch…" Sasha wandered off, and I took that as a sign to go.

"Okay, see you then!" I exclaimed, then hung up. Sasha Klein was an amazing woman that I wished my mother could be. Instead of leaving me at the age of two, I hope I could've had a regular childhood and have her stay with me.

But life isn't always a fairy tale.

I took out my cell phone, yet again, and went on to the messages. I had to text Jess and Tori to be up and ready by then.