Each day was like all the others before it- My alarm would wake me up, I'd get up, shower, dress and get ready for the day, like everyone else in the world. But one thing was different about me than other people... I'm America's Sweetheart. Yes, it's me: Cara Jordan. CJ, for short, the one who sang that one song that catapulted me into stardom. Well, that's what the tabloids paint my start as. Really, I'm like everybody else. I may be "famous" and "rich", but I like to think being humble is still my expertise. And singing. Can't forget the whole reason I'm talking about this in the first place.

"CJ, you up?" A voice called, knocking on the door accompying it.

"Yes, Max. What do you want?" was my reply.

Without a response, Max was standing in my doorway, a hand moving up to brush the dark, long hair out of his face. "You might want to leave for a few hours. We're having band practice."

I sighed quietly, looking over at Max. "We go through this every week, Max. I don't care if I hear your band or not. It doesn't bother me. But if you really want me out of the house, fine. I'll go take a walk or something."

My arms went over my head as I stretched out the sleepiness, letting out a small yawn. After getting out of bed, I pulled the blanket over to my pillow, making sure my bed looked nice, before moving over to my dresser, looking for something to wear.

"You going to get dressed in front of me?"

I can hear the smirk in his voice, knowing Max was still in the doorway. "No, I'm not. I'd appreciate it if you leave."

Now, Max had a pretty short fuse, and it didn't take a lot to get him riled up. Rejecting his advances were a good way to piss him off. "Why?" he asked, arms crossed, "Because I'm not Ronnie?"

Ronnie...

He's been my boyfriend for almost six years, but within four years after we began dating, he got arrested. Nothing was his fault, of course. Really he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they got him for battery. When I got the call, hearing he got arrested, I rushed over to the police station, bailed him out, and the hearing was set. The day of court was even worse. I walked into the courtroom with my black dress and red heels on, and within two hours, my sweet Ronnie was sentenced to two years in jail, no probation. I don't think I've ever cried that much in my life, and home wasn't much better after that. We lived with his band, as one big, happy family, but once Ronnie was sent to prison, the arguing started. His band kicked him out and that's when the bad blood between them and me began. We've been arguing ever since, especially when they decided to replace him with an untalented singer, Logan. I never got along with that guy, especially since he moved in.

I snapped out of my thoughts to hear Max say, "He's in jail! He's a fucking criminal! Get over him. YOu really think it's going to last between you and him? Prison's changed him! Drop him and date me!"

I just about flipped. "MAX! Get out of my room!" I yelled, pointing to the door.

Max's green eyes went wide and he rushed out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hall. I locked the door, got dressed and tried not to cry, which didn't go very well. What Max doesn't understand is that I will never get over Ronnie. He's the love of my life, no matter what happened between him and me, no matter what will happen.

Well, he gets out in twelve days...