SUMMARY: It's not easy having a movie and pop star as your boyfriend. How would I know, you ask? Well that's because I have one. It comes with some perks, but you also have to make a lot of sacrifices. This is my personal blog/diary. I will share every last secret with you. This will be one bumpy ride.
I don't own anything….blahblahblah. DISCLAIMED
After the original riot with Christopher (Chris to me) showing up to prom, things died down a lot. People had to focus on studying for finals and finishing up the year. Chris was busy in rehearsals for his World Tour and press appearance. During that month it was easy not to obsess over missing him too much.
But now school is done for the year. It's summer holiday. Previous years me and Sara have anxiously awaited the two and a half months of freedom. Right now we are dreading them. Chris kicks off his world tour tonight with a benefit concert. I won't get to see him at all until the tour ends in early September. His manager Stubby (aka Sara's boyfriend) is with him the whole time. Which leaves Sara and I bored and alone all summer.
Mom and Dad decided they needed some time away from Kalamazoo, Michigan and are gone on a trip across Europe on their second honeymoon. They are leaving us alone because they felt that because Sara was 18 and I was 16 we would be able to take care of ourselves. Of course it gave them piece of mind that our boyfriends would be halfway across the country too.
"Is it September yet?" Sara asked as we lounged on the couch, her watching StarStruck and me reading a book.
"Only three more months."
"I hate summer."
"Me too." I needed something to occupy the empty, dead space that now filled our house. "Are the celebrities up to anything interesting today?"
"See for yourself."
She turned up the volume. Libby Lamb was reporting as per usual.
We are here outside the Beverly Hills Hotel where fans are lined up for several blocks in the hope to catch a glance of Christopher Wilde. He kicks off his three-month world tour tonight here, with a private performance and appearance at the Make-A-Wish Foundation annual banquet. Party Planners tell us that funds raised tonight will not only go directly to the Foundation's budget but a portion will also be donated to the Central African Childrens' Fund. Stars and civilians alike have been arriving for hours. It seems as if everyone in Hollywood and not is here.
"Everyone but us," Sara mumbled.
Christopher himself is yet to walk the blue carpet but when he does StarStrck will be there first with an exclusive interview. Stay tuned to StarStruck TV for more. I am Libby Lam reporting live from Beverly Hills Hotel. Back to the studio with Stacey.
Sara turned off the TV. "I hate world tours."
"Hey at least Stubby might be able to leave for a few days and steal you away. Chris can't leave his own tour."
"I guess you're right. But how can I be even a little happy when you have no hope of happiness this summer. I mean, you social life is so non-existent without Christopher that it physically pains me. I feel so sad for you."
"Thanks, I think." As much as I love Sara, she can be difficult at times. And confusing.
If this was how the whole summer was going to be, I might have to go into hibernation.
"Let's order take-out," she said. "What do you want?"
"General Tao's Chicken." It was my comfort food.
"From Lulu's?"
"Yeah."
As she texted our order from her phone I pulled mine out of my pocket. As I was scrolling through my contacts, just as something to do, it vibrated. It was a text message. From Christopher.
Miss you like crazy. I'll be thinking of you during the entire concert. Call you after. Have a great summer. :)
Sigh. He was so sweet despite his pop star front.
Have an awful summer ;)
I got a reply almost immediately.
I'll try my hardest.
I almost hope he means that. I want him to enjoy his tour but I'd still rather he was here. I hate summer.
"Done," Sara said. "Twenty minutes."
"Great. What do we do until then?"
She sighed. "Might as well make ourselves more miserable."
"That will be hard."
"We can try."
She turned the TV back on.
I'm Libby Lam reporting live from Beverly Hills Hotel where Christopher Wilde has just arrived with his manager and best friend Stubby. And here he comes. Christopher Wilde, it's a pleasure.
Always Libby.
So Christopher, what prompted you to kick off your world tour with a benefit concert?
I wanted to start this tour different than my others. A completely new and fresh idea. Most people just have a sold out concert with a huge after party to start a tour but I wanted to be different. I wanted to give back to some of the fans and by doing this I am able to entertain some of the most deserving.
Wow, that's just great. Can you tell us a little bit about your tour this time around?
Well, I can't give too much away but I can say that it's a really interactive concert; there is a lot of crowd participation. We also get to go to a lot of smaller towns.
We, and all your fans, can't wait to see.
I'm looking forward to see all of them too.
Any last words before you go in and kick off your biggest and best tour yet?
Yeah. He looked straight into the camera. I want to give a shout-out to my best friend Jessa and though Stubby had disappeared he would want to say 'Hi' to Sara. Also my sister Erin and her husband Sanjaya. I know I'm a doofus but you know you love me anyway. He and Libby laughed.
Well, thank you Christopher I'll see you around.
Bye Libby.
"Why do I feel like that should make us feel better?"
"Because," Sara answered in the same sullen tone as me, "he acknowledged both of us. On national television."
"Then why do I feel worse than before?"
"Because we should be with them there. Instead of in an empty house in Kalamazoo, Michigan."
"I hate summer tours."
"That makes two of us."
We finished watching Star Struck after we got our food and then both went to bed.
Very uneventful.
This is turning out to be a crappy summer holiday.
I was inspired tonight and wrote this.
Click that little—link (I liked it better when it was a box) down there and tell me what you think.
It's set up to continue it if you want me to. Let me know!
Love you all,
Sami
