Title: Starstruck
Rated: T
Warning: Hints of sexual situations, Unrequited love
Genre: Romance, Angst
Characters: Alexis Bender, Christopher Wilde, Jessica Olson
Status: Complete
Words: 472
Starstruck 2010 does not belong to me.
You feel the feather light caresses. You feel the kisses that trail down your neck. You feel the lust, the arousal and the abandonment of anything sane. He whispers sweet nothings. You don't respond.
Because he doesn't mean it and you don't love him.
You love Christopher Wilde.
The first time the two of you met was when you were ten. You were a rising child actor, he was the son of the two people you look up to as an actor. He was immature and you were serious. He wanted cookies, you wanted his parents' connections.
And you fell hard for his smile.
You fell hard indeed.
Five years later, when you were fifteen, his parents talked with your manager about putting the two of you together, to keep his stalkers away. You agree, and so does your manager because it could get you more famous.
It does.
Then it was your party and you realize he's running late. You hid your anxiety, and excuse yourself from your company with a pretty smile. You leave the club, and know the paparazzi are in the bushes. You keep a smile, and know the car riding in was Chris and his friend. Your face morphs into that of anger, but it was just a mask.
You scold him and you wonder whether he remembers your birthday. The look in his face almost breaks you. You hide it with mock annoyance, and use your sweet tone to hide your tears.
His sings that night, and you blush when he looks at you. The lights hide it.
You get hate mail everyday but you never tell him. You know he won't care.
The next day you are happy he actually remembers and hug the stuff toy he sends you.
Then the tabloids came. You see the pictures of him and some other girl you know isn't famous. You shouldn't be jealous but you are.
You never saw Chris that happy before and that fact breaks your heart.
You see him say that he doesn't know the girl, and the girl say that she had 'never met' the Christopher Wilde they were so obsessed with. You know it's the truth. You see him slowly break down from the guilt. You feel the feeling in his song.
He was singing to her.
You love him, but he loves someone else and you break up with him. You hide it with a snarky comment. And you leave.
The next day he gets together with the girl and you cry.
The day following that you put on a smile and let the tabloids call you names. Your manager says don't think about it, but you always do.
Christopher Wilde disappears from the media.
You love him, but you know he doesn't love you.
When you wake up, you're alone.
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