A/N: This came to mind awhile back...Ben developing a crush on an idol. The song was different at the time, but it's the same girl. Hope you enjoy it, I was hesitant about posting it.

Song: "Call me, maybe" by Carly Rae Jepson

Disclaimer: I do not own either Star Wars or the song Call me, maybe nor do I make any profit from either.

Ben sat mesmerized, hunching over to watch the concert of the newest Idol; Jade

She was of average height but slim, slightly curvaceous with black hair that was drawn up into a ponytail. Her hair was laced with different types of ornament; rainbow gems, and a headdress that seemed to be made of some type of reptile. Her outfit was a short black dress that glittered. She strutted across the stage, microphone to her lips.

She was singing:

...Your stare was holding. Ripped jeans, skin was showing.

Hot night, wind was blowing.

Where do you think you're going, Baby?

She turned, pivoting in her strappy black heels and, tilting her chin up slightly as she sang. Her green eyes danced hypnotically.

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy.

But here's my number. So, Comm me, maybe.

It's hard to look right at you, Baby.

But here's my number. So, Comm me, maybe.

She waved her hand as if holding an imaginary slip of paper.

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy.

But here's my number. So, Comm me maybe.

And all the other boys, try to chase me.

But here's my number. So, Comm me , maybe.

Her feet held a bouncy rhythm as she continued her strut. At each utterance of "Comm me, maybe", she would toss her head invitingly.

Then after she had finished the chorus, she would stop and turn to the audience and let her body gyrate and sway softly. Her shoulders shifted back and forth a fluid swooping movement. A brilliant smile graced her ruby lips.

Now, and then she would flash pearly white teeth.

You took your time with the call. I took no time with the fall.

You gave me nothing at all—but still you're my way.

Ben decided she was absolutely stunning; her skin tone was a nice bronze color. Not the kind you'd get from tanning salons or fake spray on stuff, but a natural glow. It made her eyes stand out all the more.

I beg and borrow and steal…

At this point, her words faded as Ben focused on her visage. The seductive yet elegant way she made her way across the stage. Sashaying? Was that what it was called? He didn't know.

He loved the graceful way she would move her hand—especially the endearing way she looped her finger near her head during the line "this is crazy". He loved the way her eyes flashed and she tossed her hair-heck, he loved her hair; the way it would brush against her shoulders and back. And the way her body would rock and sway was absolutely hypnotic.

Oh, and let's not forget her outfit; that simple black number that exposed her incredibly sexy legs and seductive curves.

She was every teenage males' dream.

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Luke walked into the living area, hollering for his son."Ben, Ben, Ben!" He frowned upon finding him.

"-Ben, Ben, Ben…have you been listening to me?" His father said exasperated.

The teen was in the lvingarea, his eyes glue to the HoloNet. On the picture was a young woman, prancing across a stage in a glittering number, singing a song which Luke could only name as….pop-y. It was a neo-teenage sound that was becoming more prevalent these days.

"Ben…" Luke repeated.

When the teen didn't respond, he gave Ben a gentle Force nudge.

That got him.

"Huh-what?" He turned in his place, looking confused and irritated all at once. "What?" He said spotting his father.

"Ah, so you can hear me? I was starting to believe you had gone deaf." He eyed the screen once more.

"Sorry…it's just..." Ben gestured. "She's amazing, isn't she?"

Luke set his lips. "I suppose. If you like that sort of thing..."

His son rolled his eyes. "Of course, you're old. You're no longer with the times of music these days."

"Sorry, I've been too busy fighting wars and looking after a teenage boy. So I haven't been able to catch up on all the latest youth pop culture." His tone reeked of sarcasm.

"Hah-hah. Very funny. You're a riot, Dad."

"Even so." His eyes flicked back to the scene. "I guess, this is what has you looking brain damaged." He titled his head. "Speaking, strictly from a point of view on which I draw on my memories as a teenager—I can see why that's so." He smirked.

"It's not just her looks. Her singing's pretty astral. I was admiring her musical talent"

"Ah-hah. Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Ben scowled.

"Carry on. I wouldn't want to intrude on your music appreciation."

He ignored his father and turned back to the screen. The song had ended and she was taking a bow.

"Thank you!" She was hollering. "You're all amazing..."

"Don't worry, Jade." Ben murmured to the idol. "He's old—and his sense of humor sucks."

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