Summary: I was the bombshell. I was in love with time, and despite my past, time worked with me to smooth out the wrinkles in my journey. I was famous, hot, rich, and a bombshell. People loved me. Well everyone but him, but who cares? Not me.

Paparazzi

I'm a big boy you're a big girl now
I'm a big girl you're a big boy now
Back in the day when you were young (it was fun)
Little Girl didn't think you were the one (Now here I come)
You sexy walk, you sexy talk (that's what's up)
Gonna make you wet, gonna make you sweat
~Big Girl Now, Lady Gaga ft. New Kids on the Block

BPOV:

I was what you could call a time bomb. My life revolved around time. I was always on time, I planned out my time, I knew where life had been in past time, and I knew where it was going.

Time was the only thing for sure.

We never knew if it would rain tomorrow or not, we never knew if the sun would rise, we never knew if we would rise tomorrow. But for sure we knew that one hour later would be one hour later from right now.

If today was Sunday tomorrow would be Monday. No doubts, or questions, everything was as it was supposed to be in time. I liked time. Time didn't work for me in the past because I was a fool when it came to time.

Time used to be my enemy, now he's my best friend. I love time, I could marry time.

But the past time was a different story; time treated me differently back then. Well more like, I didn't know how to handle time back in the day.

It was pretty pathetic now that I look back as I head out on my tour bus. I had been so pathetic to do what I had been doing.

I was ashamed of my reckless, vulnerability I exposed myself to him with. I felt like a loser since then. High school had been hell but that was past time. I loved time, but it was hard to forgive and forget what time did.

What I did.

I tugged on my deep brown strands and tried to focus on the droplets slamming against my window. I wasn't the best of people but I did feel pretty weak from the state of fragility I had put myself in.

I didn't want go back. I wanted to stay here, as a 23 year old lady with great music hits and a lovely sense of style. People called me insane, but I felt powerful for holding their attention even though I never held his.

I never even received a letter in return to all that I gave him; and it wasn't surprising. I did however receive a restraining order.

You think that's funny? It really isn't. Imagine my horror at opening my mailbox, and seeing a letter from his lawyer that told me to stay 100 meters from him at all times.

I glared at the flickering lights of the upcoming city. I hated time when I thought about the past. But if I turned bitter I was afraid I would stay bitter.

It was like when I was in high school. In high school, I rolled my eyes at everything. Everything got on my nerves: the cliques, the PDA's, the teachers, and the obsession with perfection. But one day my mom told me that if I kept my face in the frown and eye roll I would become the lady that had too many cats and always had my face in that expression.

What kind of mother tells her daughter that?

An alcoholic mother who drank all day after her days of beauty queen ended. I must say that my past time made it harder to be where I was right now.

Agents shut me down when they saw my police record and drunken mother. Not the best conversation starter for a date either, if you must know.

But I had to thank time. I would never forget the hardship time put me through considering my present time state.

I was famous, rich, hot, and a bombshell. People exploded, I didn't. The crowd exploded for me, I didn't. People blasted the volume on their radios for my songs. People overflowed mp3 downloads for my songs.

People exploded for me, pretty much making me a time bombshell.

I know that I'm writing Who's that Girl? And all but I really wanted to write this. It was eating me up inside and I wanted it out! I loved the plot and how it went in my head.

I adored it.

Please don't tear it down completely but please leave me a review to build it. I would also love a beta for this story. Someone who doesn't expect 4,000 words long updates, but updates that get to the point. Sorry if I shut down some, I admire loads of people who can pull that off but I really can't.

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