This is short one-shot. It's a sequel to my other story Bitter Endings. This one is about Chris' point-of-view about what happened after his day with Jessica.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

He broke her heart. He hurt her. He had to put on a smile, even though, it felt like he was bleeding. It felt like someone cut open a vein, no, an artery. An endless supply of blood, bleeding. Every inch of him felt horrible. He wanted to brake away from everyone. But if he wanted this part, he had to look good in front of the cameras. He took her camera. He took her heart of shattered it. If he wasn't a teenage heartthrob he would cry. But he couldn't. He had to be strong. He had to be tough. He could just see the head lines now if he did cry.

Why Is Chris Crying?

Look good in front of the cameras. Look good in front of the cameras, he told himself repeatedly. Do you want this movie part, Chris? Do you want to make more money and have more fans? He felt confused. His brain said, Yes, of course, you want more fame, fortune, and fans. Are you an idiot? Who doesn't want this role? But is heart said, You don't want this. Let Chad Dylan Cooper get the part. (Chad was also eyeing for this roll.) All you want is Jessica. You want her back. You want to kiss her like there's no tomorrow and say you're sorry.

But guess who won? His superficial I-want-more side.

His fans started to scatter, he felt like it was time to go. Out of the corner eye, he could see the paparazzi. He sighed and went to find a cab. He was grateful that the cabbie didn't recognize him.

"Where to?" the drive asked in a deep Jamaican accent.

"Uh...." He gave the driver the address down the street from his house. He didn't want the cabbie to know where he lived. After a little while the cabbie looked at Chris.

"Hey," he started, "are you that actor from Mackenzie Falls? Chad Dylan Cooper."

"No. But I've been told numerous occasions that I look very similar," Chris admitted. The cabbie nodded.

"I'm Kyle," said Kyle.

"I'm, un, Chris...Wild. That's spelled W-I-L-D. Not like the singer who spells it W-I-L-D-E.."

Kyle squinted his eyes, trying to remember if he knew a singer by the name of Chris Wilde. "I do not know of the singer."

"You don't want to know. He's a terrible person, who did something terrible."

"Oh." The car ride was silent again until Kyle spoke up. "Are you alright, Chris?" Kyle asked.

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Sure. Here's the thing. I did something terrible. I broke this girl's heart. I only did it to protect her. But it only hurt her. Now, my brain's telling me to do one thing, and my hearts telling me to do another."

"You have a brain to do problems like Math and how to find where you are going. You have a heart to choose the right thing. Like what matters most, this girl or something superficial."

"So you're saying. Use your brain for Math and other common knowledge. And then use your heart when it comes to love?"

"Yes. What matters more, the girl or this thing? Listen to heart, and I think you'll choose the right thing."

"Thanks. I think I'll try that."

Kyle smiled. "I'm glad I could help."

"Yeah, thanks for the ride. I'll get off here," said Chris.

"Bye, Chris. And remember; listen to your heart sometimes. I think it will help."

Chris nodded and got out. Now he had to think between what's right and what's wrong.

Now, you know the drill. Tell me how you liked it, and if I should had another chapter or just leave it as a one-shot.

Something About The Sunshine: I love it, continue.
StarStruck: I love, but just let it be a one-shot
Shades: It was okay.
What You Mean To Me: I hate it! (Please, tell me why.)