Hey you guys!

Okay so I haven't written stories in a while so bear with me :) It might be a little confusing and stuff. The first chapter might be a little boring, but I promise you I'll try to make the next ones much more entertaining. Cody is supposed to be a little bit older than 14 here but not by much. So here it is and I hope you enjoy :)

xoxo Erika

He was everything I ever wanted in a guy. He was sweet, charming, funny. He was perfect, but fame corrupted him. It pulled his conscience apart and turned him into another mindless, Hollywood star. He's not the same Cody that I grew up with and fell for. Hollywood has taken over his body and his mind. Yet, I still stand here doing nothing about it. Watching him from halfway across the world as he lives his dream in America.

c h a p t e r 1 | I was going through my call log the other day and all I saw was your name

I quite hate Australia. I mean don't get me wrong, it's a great place to visit if you've never been; but I've been here all my life and it feels like a prison. I can't describe how tired I am of walking around these familiar streets and spending time at the same, boring malls. It drives me insane. I wish I could just get out of this place for a little bit and see the world. I'm positive everyone feels the same way about their homeland during some point in their lives.

"Nollie! Blake is here." my mother called from downstairs.

I grabbed my old, gray hoodie from my bed and threw it on as I ran down the stairs. I saw Blake standing outside the door with his attention caught on the rain pouring outside. When he heard my footsteps come closer to him, he turned around and smiled.

"Hey mom," I called, "I'll be home late. Don't wait up, okay?"

I closed the door behind me before I could hear my mother's response.

Blake sighed, "So where do you want to go?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. We can go to the mall I guess? Or the promenade."

I hopped into the passenger side of his 2011 Audi and fastened my seat belt. The rain started pounding hard against the windshield as his car accelerated faster and faster down the road. It was beautiful really. It almost sounded like the heartbeat of a drum. No matter what country you're in, rain seems to always be so mesmerizing and so very romantic. It's able to change your mood depending on how heavy the rain is. It can make you happy as you snuggle up by a cozy fire with a hot cup of cocoa. It can make you inspired and bring out your creativity so to speak. It can make you sad and remind you of those special moments you can never replace. Rain was just a beautiful thing. I started to hear music muffling from the radio and I could tell the silence was driving Blake crazy. It's been like this between us for a while. We used to be so in love and so happy, but we've reached that stage of comfortability where laughter was replaced with silence and it was no longer mandatory to constantly shower each other with hugs and kisses.

"Alright you guys," the radio announcer chirped in an all too elated voice, "this next song is a new song by Cody Simpson who is from our lovely home of Australia. He will be performing-"

Blake changed the radio station before the announcer could finish his sentence. He knew how I was when it came to Cody. Cody used to be my best friend. We grew up together, we lived three houses away from each other, we told each other things we wouldn't dare tell anyone else. When Blake and I started hanging more, I started drifting away from Cody. It wasn't until the beginning of high school I noticed he and I were no longer as close as we used to be. I tried to talk to him more and apologize for being so ignorant but he just forgave me and never spoke to me again. It hurt. When he didn't come back sophomore year, I became weary. He may not have cared about me, but I cared about him. I started to notice moving vans coming and going by his house everyday. His front porch no longer had that bench we used to sit on everyday to catch up on things and his mother's garden began to wilt. I knew how much Mrs. Simpson loved her garden and it seemed out of the ordinary she'd leave it be. I decided to call Cody that night. I started to wonder if he had changed his number or if he'd pick up.

"Hello." I heard Cody's voice.

"Hey Cody! It's-"

"Sorry I couldn't answer my phone right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you."

I hung up and thought that'd be the last time I'd hear his voice on the phone. A few days later, my mother had hysterically called me to come into the living room. I remembered coming down and seeing Cody performing on some American morning show. I knew he enjoyed singing and dancing, but never in my life had I thought he'd pursue a career in entertainment. Let alone, one in America. At that moment, I felt a deep, sunken feeling in my chest. I was happy for him, but I was also hurt. It reminded me how much we've drifted apart and how things will never, ever be the same now that he's famous. Time started flying by. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months become a whole year. I couldn't turn around without hearing something Cody Simpson related or seeing big, blown up posters of him. It was hard at first, but after a while I became numb to the feeling.

"We're here, babe." Blake said, nonchalantly.

I flipped my hood over my head and followed Blake into the shopping mall. It seemed more crowded than usual, but it was vacation. School was still out and it was no surprise there were a lot of teenagers here. When we walked in, I noticed there was a huge crowd standing in front of a stage in the middle of the mall.

"I wonder what all this is about." Blake said.

"Probably some special event. Maybe Just Bieber is here." I shrieked, sarcastically.

Blake giggled and took my hand in his as we walked past the crowd. All of a sudden, the crowd erupted in loud, shrilly screams as music started to blast through the speakers. We tired to make our way past the crowd, but more and more people started running in and crowding around.

"WHAT'S UP, SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA?" a voice said through the microphone.

I froze in place. The voice was much too familiar. Memories started flooding my mind and that heavy feeling in my chest came back. When I tilted my head up towards the stage, I confirmed who the voice had belonged to.

"Oh my god." I muttered in awe.