No one understands me.

I was once someone completely different. I looked at my reflection in my circular mirror and saw nothing that I liked. I placed my hands on the sides of the sink before me and looked down into the cold white marble. Memories kept flooding into my mind, of a time where I was happy and actually had friends. Now I am the girl who sits in the back of the room and try not to bring any attention to myself. No one talks to me and the few who do are my two best friends; Melissa and Adam, even they don't know who I really am, or the thoughts that are constantly running through my head. I looked up into the mirror once more before walking out of my bathroom and to my closet to find gray skinny jeans, a black tank top, leather jacket, and combat boots, my tough look. I quickly put them on and went to grab breakfast, thinking about today.

School is miserable for me and now the last place I wanted to go. I don't have any classes with my two friends and the girls are the worst. Seriously they are the type of preppy, snobby girls who think that they are perfect and only care about two things; drama, and their appearance, and every day I think about how much I would like to smack some sense into them, and I mean literally. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and mindlessly stirred it with my spoon, still distracted by my thoughts. It's just sad that they think that is the most important part of high school, what about getting a good education so you can have a good job and be set for the rest of their life, but I guess to the winning prom queen and best dressed in the year book is way more important.

I almost feel bad for them, that they don't understand how life works and how everything can change so suddenly. And trust me I know about change in the past few years I have had enough of it. I attempted the shake these thoughts out of my mind as I put by cereal bowl into the dishwasher after taking a few bits, took my back pack off of the table and grabbed my keys off of a small wooden table next to the yellow front door.

"Bye Hun, have a great day." My mom yelled as I opened the door.

"I'll try." And with that I shut the door to start another completely uneventful day of a high school senior. I arrived at school and went through all of my classes without really paying attention in any of them. I couldn't help but think about what today was.

"Loren." I heard Melissa call from behind me as I made my way to my car because school had just gotten out. I turned to face her and smirked as I looked at what she was wearing, a bright yellow sweat shirt with a black lace high low skirt and red converse shoes. "You okay?" She asked when she caught up with me.

"No." I stated.

"I know today is hard but-"I looked at her pleading her to stop before I was going to punch her. Mel caught my look and stopped talk instantly. "I'm sorry." She muttered

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to snap at you." I said looking at the pavement.

"I know." She added. I glanced up and she looked at me once more and smiled.

"What?" I asked raising my left eyebrow in confusion.

"I got something that will cheer you up." I looked at her with disbelief clearly evident on my face. "I got us tickets to Eddie Duran's concert tonight!" She looked at me waiting for a reaction.

"I don't know Mel; I just want to forget about everything." I replied.

"Yeah and Eddie Duran will help you forget about everything." She stated simply. "Look I know today is hard for you and all, but this will help. Trust me." She added.

"Okay, fine. I'll come." I said as I stopped and unlocked my car, placing my back pack in the back seat before sitting in the driver's seat.

"I'll see you later tonight then, I'll pick you up at six." Mel said before I closed the door and raced out of the parking lot, trying to avoid the madness filled with new drivers.

The rest of the evening was as uneventful as the morning which was as uneventful as the day before. I had finished all of my homework and was waiting for Mel to pick me up. I heard the honk of her car telling me to come out, and I did but not before leaving a note for my mom. I smiled sadly as I was wrote this, lately I never see my mom with her working three jobs to pay for the house and my college and even though I help out at the local café and keeping the house clean and organized, whatever I did never seemed enough.

I finished the note and made my way to Melissa's new shiny red car. "You didn't change?" She asked as I sat down and buckled my seat belt.

"No. Why would I? It's not like I'm trying to impress someone." I said.

"I know but you could have at least put on some make up or something. " Mel stated. I turned my head to the left and looked at her as I crossed my arms across my chest. "I know, I know, putting on makeup is too much work." She added as she raised her arms up in defence. I smiled and nodded in agreement as she rolled her eyes like she always did before placing her hands on the wheel.

The drive to the concert consisted of Melissa talking about how excited she was to see her favorite musician live for the first time. I smiled and agreed with her when necessary but mostly I leaned back in the passenger's seat and just listened. This is how our friendship worked, she talked and I listened. Mel quickly found a parking spot and we made our way through the entrance and mobs of girls waiting to by t-shirts and such. I glanced around at the chaos before me and memories flooded into my mind as I recalled the last time I was here. With her.

"Hello, earth to Lo." Melissa said as she snapped her fingers in front of my face clearly waiting for my attention to return to her. I faced her before speaking. "We should go in if we want a good spot in the floor." I said and took Melissa's arm and walked into the arena with a heard of girls who were wearing 'I love Eddie' shirts.

Melissa and I found spots right in front of the stage. We had stood around waiting for a while before Mel tapped me on the shoulder. "You know it wouldn't kill you too look like you're excited." She said. "I am." I replied. "No, I mean really happy, like everyone else." She said as she gestured to the girls around us. "You really like Eddie and his music; it's not a crime to be happy about seeing he in concert." She added.

That's where you're wrong, I thought to myself. I feel guilty when I'm happy. Hell, I feel guilty for eating and being alive. But I never bring this up to Mel or anyone; they don't need to worry about me anymore than they already do.

"Your right." I stated and Melissa brought me into a tight bear hug which I returned. We pulled away and the concert began. The noise was unbelievable, who would have thought that one person can cause so many people to completely freak out. I have to admit though as the concert was progressing I couldn't help but have a bit of fun dancing to the blaring music. I forgot what it was like to have fun, and to dance. Melissa noticed this and smiled at me as I moved around to the beat of the music, something that I hadn't done for two years.

The concert was nearing the end and Eddie was in the center stage with his devilishly handsome hair, perfectly messy on his head. He was wearing a tight vest with black pants. It was very simple but it definitely made him look very attractive. "Thank you for coming out tonight." Eddie said into the microphone and the girls around me screamed very loudly in reply to him. "Peace LA. Be good to each other." And with that he left the stage and the bright lights were slowing fading to blackness. "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!" The crowd cheered and I looked over at Mel who had her phone out and recording this moment, she turned her phone facing me and quickly placed my hand in front of it. I did not like being on camera in general, especially when I'm sweating from dancing around like an idiot and knowing Mel this video footage will be on her blog tonight.

I was just about to turn to ask if we should start getting out of the arena when the lights suddenly turned back on and Eddie once again took center stage. The girls screamed even louder at his reappearance and he began to sing one last song. I went back to facing the stage and closed my eyes, getting lost in the music.

Breathe it in,

Can you feel it in your soul?

Under your skin, just let it take control

Tonight is gonna be our night

The beating rhythm, feel the energy inside

I know your body wants to explode

Your feet just wanna go

We're gonna feel alive

I opened my eyes and slowly regained awareness of where I was, I looked out right in front of me and saw Eddie Duran making his way to me. I looked behind me to see what brought him over in my direction and saw nothing. I turned my head forward once more and saw Eddie coming closer and closer. Mel grabbed my right arm and gripped it tightly as Eddie sat at the edge of the stage right in front of me. My eyes locked with his, and there was no doubt in my mind that confusion was easily seen on my features. Eddie then reached out his right hand, and without thinking about it I reached my left hand out and he took it, pulling me so close to him, we were face to face.

There's something in the air,

Yeah we're gonna have a good time

There's something in the air,

Yeah we're gonna have a good time

Whoa oh whoa oh, whoa oh whoa oh

Whoa oh whoa oh, whoa oh whoa oh

It seemed like Eddie was singing just to me, like it was just the two of us and nothing else mattered. For the first time in five years I was able to forget about everything and be fully present in the moment. I forgot what it felt like to be alive. What an amazing feeling it is. Eddie and I stayed in our position until he reached the end of the song; he slowly pulled his hand away from mine and started to walk back to the middle of the stage. I turned to look at Mel who had her mouth wide open in awe of what just happened. I took a look around me and noticed that every girl was glaring at me disapproving, clearly jealous that Eddie noticed me and not them. I focused on my attention back on Eddie who was once again saying his good byes to the crowd, but before he walked off his eyes locked with mine once more, and he winked at me.

What the hell just happened? The concert was over and Melissa and I headed back to her car. We were both shocked by what Eddie did. He noticed me; a world-famous rock star noticed me. I smiled to myself as I bucked my seat belt. Maybe it was time for something good to happen to me. The smile on my face faulted at the thought of this, it seemed like when my life started to get better I was hit with another bomb shell, trying to break me once more. So what is it gonna be this time? What am I going to have to pay for this moment of happiness?

I know what it seems like a harsh way to look at the world, but for me it seems true. When people find out what I have gone through they think that I made it up, trying to get attention and sympathy from people. Who in their right mind would make up a lie about having my life?

"Oh my god!" Mel yelled as she banged her hand on the steering wheel. "I can't believe that Eddie was singing to you!" She exclaimed. "Yeah, it was pretty amazing." I added.

The car ride back to my place consisted of Melissa and I freaking out about the concert. I honestly couldn't remember being so ecstatic, and it was all because of Eddie Duran. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't help the thought that Eddie must have seen something in me. Why else would he have noticed me? After all there is nothing special about me. I got out of the car, said my goodbyes to Mel, and then watch her drive away.

I stood in my driveway for a few moments before I realized that I need to spend some time. Alone. I walked into the house, grabbed my keys and made my way to my car. I needed to see her.

The drive took about twenty minutes I turned onto the dirt road, and parked by the large cross that was placed in the middle of the grass. I looked at the clock before I got out of the car and sighed at the time; it was now midnight. I carefully and quietly got out of the car, watching where I stepped until I made my way past the cold black stones until I got to hers.

No words were needed. She already knew why I was there. I sat on the grass, crossing my legs straight out in front of me. I grabbed my notebook and pencil out of my black side purse and started to tap the eraser on the blank page.

I lost track of time as I was mindlessly glancing back and forth from my notebook to the great granite stone, trying to put my feelings down on the page, but I couldn't. I lifted my head to the sky and saw the blackness of the night surrounding me. I brought both of my legs to my chest and buried my head in my knees to let the tears I had held in slowly stream out.

Crack.

What was that? I quickly raised my head and turned to face the direction of the noise. I could feel my heart rate increase as I saw a silhouette of a person slowly coming closer to me.

Authors note:

Alright I was looking through old stuff on my laptop and found this. I wrote it months ago and totally forgot about it. I decided to post it because I'm trying to decide if I should continue this story or just stick with writing Is This Real Life. What do you think? Does is suck? If so I'm sorry. Many things are different in this story and you will find them out when the play into the story. Please review, favorite, and follow! (That is of course if this is actually any good.) Thanks!

Dis-clamor: I don't own Hollywood Heights or the Characters just this plot line!

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