Celebrity Status

Prologue

(Laura's P.O.V.)

I hadn't seen his face for a good five years. That's is unless you count those obnoxious teen magazines that seem to have who's stupid face plastered on everyone of their stupid issues.

Like I said, I hadn't seen him in several years, but I knew who he was as soon as I saw him. There wasn't a doubt in my mind.

Ross Lynch and I had known each other literally since we were in diapers. After all, our mom's had grown up in the same town of Littleton, Colorado -which for anyone doesn't know, isn't the most populated town in the state of Colorado- so it was pretty much a given that they came to know each other.

Stormie, Mark, and their many kids ended up being a second family for me. My sister Vanessa and I spent more time with the Lynch kids than our own cousins.

Since Ross and I were the same age ( I was older by one month exactly) we ended up hanging out with each other the most. As we grew up, our friendship only got stronger. We were inseparable.

Then Freshman year came along.

Also known as the day my life went to hell, because Ross's family moved away to sunny California. L.A. to be more specific.

Why you may ask?

Because R5 (the Lynch's family band comprised of Ross, his three older siblings, and their family-friend, Ellington Ratliff) got a record deal after playing a local talent show and winning it.

That meant they all had to pack up and move away.

Away from Littleton.

Away from their friends.

Away from their family.

Away from every sense of familiarity.

And also, away from me.

Believe me when I say that I was happy for Ross. I was happy for all of them. but the hurtful things that Ross said to me before he left did not make me happy at all.

i walked down the sidewalk, my new pair of pure white combat boots giving blisters to my feet that hadn't broken them in enough yet. I pondered why the cutest shoes were always the most uncomfortable as I embarked on the trek back to my house. How unfortunate it was that my eighteen-year old self, still unlicensed, had to walk the 3.7 miles (and yes, I have counted) from the bus stop all the way to my house.

It could be worse though. I could have to walk all the way from my school in Denver to my house. I haven't counted those miles, but I expect there to be a tad more than 3.7 miles.

Finally, my red-roofed beauty of a home came into view, slightly blocked by a big orange moving van.

"That's funny," I thought, "I guess the house next door sold."

Images of my mom running around the kitchen, chaotically scrambling to bake a pie for the new neighbors, run through my mind and I wouldn't be surprised of they turn out to be reality.

I suddenly quicken my pace, enthralled by a burst of curiosity. Nobody seemed to be in sight, but the door of the house was opened wide and a very tall, stalky man (the one who was driving the moving van) was carrying a couple of boxes up the walkway to the house.

"Excuse me, sir!" I yelled, grabbing his attention.

He turned toward me and raised his eyebrows in a sort of annoyed "what do you want?" look.

"Do you know whose moving into this house?"

He scoffed, looking very amused. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

I scrunched up my face in confusion. He just laughed and continued to carry the boxes.

I simply shake my head and walk up the stairs to the porch.

What I expect to happen is for me to go inside, take a shower, and a well-deserved nap.

But that's not what happens.

What did happen was me getting knocked to the ground, falling firmly on my ass, when the door suddenly opened before me and smacked into me.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Someone -I'm assuming the same someone who was the cause of my current state- asked, but they sounded more annoyed than apologetic.

I'm too busy fiddling with my messenger book bag, whose contents were now strewn across the porch, to notice who's talking to me.

The culprit then leaned down to my level, practically towering over me. Once I look at him, our eyes lock.

Chocolate meets hazel.

I'm suddenly that same fourteen year old girl again.

"Hey Laur, you okay?"

My stomach twisted in painful knots at the same time my mouth went dry and I found myself at a loss for words.

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and standing up to his full height. He extended a hand out toward me.

"Laura, I know your probably wondering why I'm here and-"

I cut him off, managing to find my voice and just barely squeak out one word.

"R-Ross?!"