✮STARSTRUCK✮

CHAPTER 1: Stranger Danger

A sigh left your mouth, disappointment clearly written across your lifeless face. Your favourite band - No Name - was coming to your city this month! Yes, the, best pop rock band was performing near you! However, the ticket prices were far beyond your budget and they quickly sold out before you could even save up money. This was definitely the worst thing ever.

You longed to meet the five member band one day. Without any doubt, you were a true fan and could name all of them from heart. Jean Kirschtein, bass. Eren Jaeger, drums. Armin Arlet, piano and bass. Erwin Smith, electric guitar. And, of course, Levi Ackerman was the lead singer. Although he was the shortest, standing at only 160 cm, he held the best looks. Well, in most of the fandom anyway. There's a lot of controversy about who's the most attractive, but, in your heart and mind and soul, Levi would always be.

You found it quite odd how some fangirls 'shipped' the members together. Ereri, EreJean, Eruwin, Eremin, and more; poor Eren seems to be shipped around the most. Man, they make him sound like some box of shipments. Honestly, you weren't a hater of gay ships and not exactly a hardcore 'fujoshi' too. If they were fictional characters, then you'd also be a 'No Name yaoi' fan. The fans who shipped themselves with the members and aggressively called dibs were most annoying. Please, girls, what are the chances of you actually dating any of the celebrities? Like one in a billion. Let's all try to be sane and think realistically here. The fandom is already high on crack so let's not make it any worse, shall we? Even if you did bump into them they'd ether be in disguise or the security guards would be on you.

Anyway, going back to the hottest member- Uhm, haha, you mean, Levi! His voice is seriously the closest thing you will get to magic. No matter how depressed things are, you will feel better after being blessed with his godly voice. You guarantee it. It's no wonder why he's labelled 'Humanity's Best Singer'. During your stressful, hard times, his songs gave you the motivation to struggle through your troubles. Come to think of it... You might have been dead by now.

Unfortunately, you were another victim of bullying.

You had no idea why they treated you so badly. You didn't think you looked so ugly, stupid, or act very slutty like. Maybe it was your glasses? Then, you finally figured it out. The entire reason why you were bullied was connected to your own best friend, Gwen. The last person you could ever suspect. Somebody found out she was dating a 30 year old man (Gwen was only in grade 12 at the time) and she dared to spread a rumour about you being the one in a scandalous relationship! You didn't bother to listen to Gwen's tearful apology and graduated high school friendless, unloved, labelled a slutty loner. You didn't give a damn. You were just glad to get the hell out of that mess already.

Your thoughts were so cloudy that you failed to notice you bump into somebody. Or the noise of many books scatting all over the ground. And your glasses upon the sudden impact. The world blurred around you. Instantly, you snapped back into reality and faced the angered person in a sheepish manner.

"Tch, watch where you're going," he spat out, voice drained of any possible friendliness.

"S-Sorry," you replied, startled at his ice cold tone and began picking up his books along with your glasses.

After putting on your glasses, you noticed most of them were cooking and cleaning books. Maybe this man was expecting a baby soon. He looked around your age, a typical teenager. Oddly short though. Huh. You couldn't tell his age exactly since a mask covered his nose and mouth. His eyes were alarmingly cold, dark. Like the feathers on a raven's wing. An aura of mystery shrouded this guy. For some reason, he seemed familiar, almost as if you've seen him before.

"Brat, are you going to continue staring at me like a mindless idiot or hand me my books back?" His arms were crossed, a glare directed towards you.

". . . Here," you dropped the books in his hands, feeling very irritated, "for the record, I hope I never bump into you again."

"Feeling's mutual, four eyes brat," he began to walk away, not even saying thanks.

"What a rude midget," you angrily muttered, cursing under your breath, resisting from pushing people out of your way to the train. "Four eyes isn't even original!"

What a tiring day.

And top of all that, he just had to make it worse by talking that way to you. You should have just slapped that inconsiderate stranger. Maybe his mask would have fallen off from your rage. Then, you would know his face by memory. Exhausted, you collapsed on the train seat, letting your bag drop on the floor in front of the seat on your right. Not being able to go watch No Name, working 8 hours straight, and dealing with Mr. Rude has drained all your life energy. If this was a game, your HP would be dangerously red. Actually, you'd be dead by now.

You were so tired that you didn't notice how crowded and busy it was inside the train car.

Your eyes almost shut close for good when a gentle voice prevented you from doing so.

"Excuse me, um, can I move your bag and take the seat beside you?"

Startled, you curtly nodded to show that you heard him. But, the stranger took it as a yes and instantly sat beside you. His shoulders were against yours since it was so congested. You knew you should've taken the damn taxi today. A sigh left and you allowed your head to slump against the seat's uncomfortable pillow.

"Whoa, you seem really tired," the stranger noticed, a hint of worry shown.

"Tell me about it," you dryly laughed, not in the mood to pretend to be okay, "just a bad day."

"Same here," his laughter made me peer at the stranger, observing how green his eyes were.

How can he laugh when he has a bad day? Like Mr. Rude, he was also covering his face. Not with a mask, but, with a dark green handkerchief that had the white letters 'No Name' and the blue and white wings of freedom on it. Wait. WHAT?! Your inner fan girl immediately sprang to life and you could feel new found energy surge through your body.

"Are you wearing the exclusive original No Name handkerchief the Eren Jaeger wore in their 2011 concert at Tokyo on December 27?!" You excitedly asked, resisting to shake the stranger's shoulders aggressively while hysterically shrieking.

He seemed to be unable to choose what to say, eyes avoiding mine. "U-uhm, yeah, kinda? I'm impressed. You actually remember where and when this handkerchief was worn? Wow," the young man seemed embarrassed.

"There's no need to be ashamed just because you're a fan boy of NN," you warmly smiled, "you know, some girls find it quite cute! And, yes, I think I may know the band better than they know themselves."

His cheeks were tinted pink and he replied, "I-Is that so? If you don't mind me asking, uh, what's your name?"

"_," you cheerfully answered, "and yours?"

"Uh, E-Er-Eric!"

"Cool! Like that classic Disney prince dude," you chuckled and he cracked a small grin.

"Yeah, something like that," his hand ran through his dark brown hair, the train skidded to a stop in the filthy rich part of the city, "anyway, gotta run, I'm late for something extremely important! Sorry and it was nice meeting you, _!"

"You too, Prince Charming," you loudly called out towards his retreating body among the loud chatter and laughter of the passengers.

No wonder he could afford that handkerchief! He's probably one of the sons of those big name CEO's! Or a billionaire! At least he wasn't like those snobby, obvoxious, rich jerks. He was really nice and a bit on the shy side. Cute. You'd take Eric instead of that insensitive jerk any day. Aw, you should have asked for his number. Even if that'd be slightly creepy for a stranger to ask. What if he was the same age as you? Well, you had to admit, he was good looking... Going back to topic, it's hard to find guys like that nowadays. One example would be Mr. Rude. Seems like everybody just doesn't care about respect or politeness anymore. It's sad really. You feel bad for this generation personally.

His green eyes delightfully haunted your thoughts all the way back home, your smile in full bloom.

A/N: Soo... I have no idea what made me write this, maybe, boredom from being on the road all the time... ^^; Well, hope y'all enjoyed this fanfic with no plot whatsoever! Feel free to point out any mistakes and please review! *-* I will love you forever if you do, I promise. :3 Danke, thankies to everybody who bothered to read this stupid thing.