Starr Crossed

One

A/N -- I haven't wrote teen fiction in a long time. So if my book starts off boring and unrealistic I'm sorry I'm trying my best. This story is gonna be jumping between four different POV's which is different.But here is the first chapter hope you enjoy ! Byyyeeee !!
-J;)

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Jacob

As we smile at the cameras being flashed from everywhere, we slowly try and make our way through to get to the doors where our limo is awaiting us. The paparazzi try to break us for answers to their questions, pushing and interrupting each other like a bunch if children trying to get the last cookie in the cookie jar. As soon as we get through the doors that lead to fresh air, we see the tsunami of screaming fan girls that seem to be very close to breaking through every single security guard and velvet rope in sight. They seem to go even more wild once they see me and Jake in their view.

"Man, that looks like more then yesterday, and there was at-least a good thousand" Jake said, never dropping his award winning smile which we some what share.

If your confused on whats happening, let me give you a quick back story.

Me and my brother Jake are good looking teens, that can sing and act. At-least thats the category we have been put in. We are known as the "Starr brothers" but we mostly do solos so it kind of confuses people. We started singing at a young age, and always dreamed of getting famous. We would sing to our mom, give her and all our toy trucks private concerts, just singing along to old country music, and other genres like pop, or hip hop. Sometimes even classical if we knew the song really well. We never sang for anyone else, until our mom decided to record us one day. Of course the video went viral and we became famous by the age of ten. It was amazing when it all first started, but the more our fame grew, the less amazing it felt. I always thought me and my brothers bond would end because one of us would end up thinking they are better then the other, but our mom became the one with the big head for fame and fortune. She made us work harder then ever, and all the fun turned into nothing but stress.

We both started not liking what we did. When someone who you always thought to be the sweet, kind, loving person who would do anything for her kids become someone who only cares for the money they make, it changes the whole meaning of it all. We love her to death still, that's one of the reasons why we decided to move back home. But mostly because we miss school, we miss our old mates, and we were ready to go back. In all honesty, we never really wanted to leave in the first place.

Jake steps out farther into the crowd, with me following in his footsteps, both keeping our same fake smiles taking pictures with fans and signing autographs. Once we get to the limo, the air conditioning cools us as soon as the doors close. A wave of relief washes over me as i start to feel the limo move, which is also a sign of the last day of performing until our next gig.

"I'm so glad it's the last day of tour, I don't think I could have sung another song over millions of people screaming at me" Jake said kicking his designer Louis Vuitton dress shoes off. He was always the one with the big brands, but their were times that I was following right behind him.

"Same. I love this and all but oh my goodness, I'm tired of going home with a headache" i say pulling out my phone and going to Twitter. Hitting new tweet I click the picture our good friend John Netherland took of me and Jake before the show, captioning it 'last day of tour! Thank you guys for all the support for me and @jakestar these last few months. ~J.S' . I tag John in the picture to give him credit then click off and go to my messages to send a quick text to our mom.

Me- concert just ended, coming home now

Mom- Ok sweetie, but don't forget you guys have a photo shoot after school