a/n: so after watching Starstruck for about the millionth time, i realized there were a few plot holes in the movie. don't get me wrong, i absolutely loved it, but.... i felt a little something was missing. so this idea came up!

i changed up the plot a little bit, made sure there was a reason why Jess actually disliked Chris in the beginning... and yeah. just read to find out (:

this story's dedicated to Bridget, aka xxHeadInTheStarsxx, for being such an insanely amazing (hahah) person. go and check out her stories. i'm sure she'd love you for that :D

and we end this author's note with that. let's dive into the story, shall we? ;)

Picture Perfect

A Starstruck Fic/Rewrite

by mindless scribbles

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Jessica

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My sister was watching Christopher Wilde.

Again.

She didn't seem to even acknowledge the fact that he used to know us. He was our neighbor. He went to school with us. He knew our family. He knew that Sara's old pet gerbil liked to bite celery sticks without actually eating them. He knew that our family was pretty wacky. But most importantly, he knew me. As completely and absolutely not true as it sounds, Chris Wilde used to be my closet friend.

"I just love Christopher Wilde." Sara said, bouncing in her seat with excitement. I rolled my eyes at her and grinned as I stepped in front of the TV, blocking her view. "Jessica!" She whined.

I turned slowly, "Oh," I replied sweetly, "I'm sorry, Sara. Am I blocking your view of what's-his-name?"

"Mhm," Sara said, a nasty look forming on her face, "Move it, or lose it, sister." After a while, she turned to me again, "And you know his name."

I scoffed. Of course I did. And I was pretty sure Chris still knew my name, even if he didn't act like it. He talked about me once in an interview with Libby Lam and never mentioned my face again. Fame sure has a way of changing somebody.

So how exactly did Christopher Wilde become famous? It was pretty simple. Albert J. Stubbons, otherwise known as "Stubby," our other friend and now Chris's sidekick, accidentally posted a video of Chris singing. What was he singing? The National Anthem. How original could you get? Either way, some famous agent guy named Marshall saw him and decided to make him move to LA to "pursue a successful career of music." Later, Chris decided to fire the stupid guy and his parents became his new managers. I got to visit the Chris Wilde once. Four years ago. And then he became too busy and famous to even call or send an email once in a while.

"Sara, Jessica's suitcases." Dad said as he burst through the door, carrying my already packed bags.

"Come pick out your clothes and get packed," Mom added, "We're leaving for the airport right after your last day of school tomorrow."

Sara squealed and clapped her hands. She began sorting through the laundry, picking only the ones she thought were worthy of wearing while seeing Christopher Wilde. "In less than 24 hours, I'll be in Los Angeles where Christopher lives." She paused, holding a colorful sundress, her eyes widening, "What if he picks me up at the airport?"

I snorted, grabbing a carton of juice from the fridge. "Why would he do that?"

"I'm an original member of his fan club. I follow his minute-by-minute blog posts, and I text him. Every day." She smiled, "Trust me, he wants to meet me."

Where were we going? To Los Angeles. Yes, Los Angeles, where Christopher Wilde lived. But we weren't going to visit him. Absolutely not. We were going to visit my grandma. As much as I loved her, I basically threw a tantrum and tried my hardest to get out of the vacation when I first found out we were going to visit Los Angeles. Two years ago, she'd tried to get me to go visit his fabulous mansion. You have no idea how much energy and strength it took to get her to let me stay back at her house. I had a feeling this year was going to be no different. And no way was I going to risk running into Christopher Wilde. But my attempts at persuading my parents to let me stay home failed miserably.

As Mom strolled through the room, I turned to her with a pleading look, "Is it too late for me to be an only child?"

She gazed sympathetically at me, knowing the relationship I used to have with Chris, and how much Sara's obsession with him annoyed me, "Yes."

"Then can I please stay home?"

She looked at me again, this time not so sympathetically. "No."

"Why not?" I asked. It seemed perfectly okay with me.

"Because your grandmother hasn't seen you in two years."

Dad walked by, apparently having listened in on our conversation, "Plus, you're a minor, and it's illegal." He smiled and nodded.

"Everybody, shhh!" Sara silenced the room, "There's more about Christopher." She reached for the remote and turned up the volume.

"The fabulous Christopher Wilde picked up six music association awards last night, just in time for his new CD, "Real Wilde," to drop, wow, double platinum." Libby Lam's voice rang through the house. "I caught up with our favorite popstar on the red carpet."

Sara sighed and smiled at the TV again as an video of Chris popped up. He was smiling his famous smile at the camera, thanking his fans for their support . I stared down at Sara. It was amazing how she used to think Chris was this annoying guy who would always be over at our house, and now suddenly she loved him and followed every blog, website, or TV channel about him every moment of her life. It was sickening.

"You're the reason I love what I do," Chris was saying, "You guys are the best fans in the world. Thank you." He grinned again, holding up his awards. I stared, realizing that he really hadn't changed much at all. Sure, he'd matured a bit, but he still looked like the guy who used to throw spitballs at Sara behind my parents' backs whenever he came over for dinner. But of course, looks were only one thing.

"He is such an amazing person." Sara whispered.

I tried to hold back my anger. "He's definitely not amazing." Which amazing person wouldn't even talk to their former best friend?

"Um, he is amazing." Sara replied, nodding her head for emphasis, "And if you knew him, like I know him, you wouldn't say that."

I glared at her. "Hello? You used to hate him. And think he was annoying! We also live in Michigan. You don't know him."

"But I do." Another one of those dreamy looks crossed her face. "I know everything about him. And what I thought of him before doesn't matter. We were meant to be."

I gave her a weird look. "Sara. You're two years older than him."

She smiled, patting my hand, "Age is but a number, Jessica. One day, you'll understand what it's like to be in love."

What it's like to be in love? Sara was crazy, I was sure of it. And I had a plan, it was all sorted out. I'd go to Grandma's, stay at her house, occasionally go to the beach where I was sure Chris wasn't going to be, and successfully avoid him for the whole month long stay at Grandma's. What I didn't know was that that plan was about to flushed down the toilet.

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Chris

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I leaned back in the seat of my car and inhaled deeply. Unfortunately, smoke and something nasty smelling clogged my nose and I started having a coughing fit.

Stubby, one of my closest friends and often known as my "sidekick," laughed and patted my back. "Still haven't gotten used to the smell of sweet Los Angeles air?" I gave him a look as I stopped coughing and he chuckled again. "Dude, you still have a lot to get used to."

"Yeah," I muttered, "Tell me about it." Four years in Los Angeles wasn't nearly enough time to get used to everything. Along with recording songs almost every day, running errands and performing for millions of screaming fans, there was barely enough time left to enjoy even just walking along the boardwalk at the beach. That was why I loved the weekend. It was my time, and trust me, I've learned to use my time wisely.

The sound of laughter and excitement filled the air. Girls whispered excitedly about recent gossip they'd heard, guys laughed as manly as they could about nothing in particular and walked in toward the Under 21 Club.

"Aha!" Stubby grinned, "Ready to party?"

"Absolutely."

"Well let's do it!" Stubby exclaimed. He sighed deeply and stared after the parked car, "You know, out of all your cars, Angelina's my favorite."

I stifled a laugh. "Angelina?'

"Yeah! I mean, look at her." He turned suspiciously toward the new valet. "Hey, does that new valet look a little shifty to you?"

I evaluated the guy and looked back at Stubby. "No, not really." I grinned at the worried look on Stubby's face.

"Well, she looks a little shifty to me."

I chuckled and put an arm around his shoulders. "Come on, Stubby. Let's find you a real girl." At the words real and girl, thoughts of Jessica Olsen, my best friend from back in Michigan, immediately crossed my head. It'd been years since I'd had a actual conversation with her, and I'd definitely be lying if I said I didn't miss her at all.

I wondered whether she'd be visiting her grandma again. It'd be great if I could just suddenly appear at their house and surprise her. I felt guilty enough for not being able to keep in touch with her. After my music became big and popular, my managers, also known as my parents, decided I couldn't talk to anyone from back home. Apparently they'd heard that if a celebrity talked to ordinary people, their fame level would drop "below sea level." Who knew what that meant?

I'd always tried to get another cell, whose number nobody knew, and call Jess from that, but my parents somehow always found out. They either have spies living around the house or they're spies themselves. Luckily though, Stubby was still able to keep me updated on important stuff back home. Still, there wasn't nearly enough information on Jess. I still remembered the good old days when everybody at school used to tease us about having 'something going on.' It wasn't even like it annoyed me. In fact, I never really minded it at all.

"Oh wow. Look who it is." Stubby groaned, "Christopher Wilde's girlfriend, the fantabulous, fabulous, Alexis Bender."

It really wasn't surprising that I was dating Alexis. It also shouldn't be surprising that it wasn't my idea either. To me, she was a good... acquaintance, but nothing more. My managers, however, think differently.

"It'd be good publicity, honey." Mom said.

"Yeah, listen to your mom." Dad agreed, then quickly added, "But not if you don't want to. In fact, do what you want."

"Oh, don't be so silly!" Mom playfully slapped his arm, "Every boy's already pining after her, it'd be great if you two started dating. Not to mention what a completely cute couple you guys would be." She winked.

After that, there wasn't much of a choice. When Mom wanted something, she made sure she got it.

"Hi Sweetie!" Alexis kissed my cheek. That was one thing I absolutely hated about our relationship. She called me sweetie, and honey, and baby. There was no way to even possibly describe how much I hated being called those. Especially in a relationship. I knew that if Jess and I were somehow in one, there was no possibly way she'd ever call me those names.

"Stubby." Alexis acknowledged him with a look on her face that clearly said "I don't like you, why are you here?" And there was another thing I hated about her. She never treated my friends with respect. When I first mentioned Jess, she slapped my face and told me never to mention her name again.

Alexis sighed contently and looked at me, waiting for her daily praise.

"You look beautiful tonight." I said through my teeth. I hoped it sound sincere enough.

"I know!" She smiled and stretched out her arms, suddenly stopping. "Just wait 'till you see what I'm wearing tomorrow!"

I looked at Stubby. He shrugged. "Tomorrow?" I asked blanky.

"Tomorrow?" Alexis repeated, as if that would've ever helped me remember whatever I was supposed to be remembering. She stomped her foot. "My birthday? Baby, you promised you were gonna sing!" Her puppy dog face came and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Right. Hey, I'll be there." I said, poking her chin, "Absolutely." And yet another thing I hated about our relationship. When we first started going out, she'd made a list of rules and duct-taped them to my wall. One was to obviously compliment her whenever I saw her, and the second one was to touch her chin when she was sad.

Don't ask me why or how that made sense at all.

"Okay." Alexis said, satisfied. She started to walk into the club but turned around. "Wait, something's wrong."

"Yeah," Stubby replied, "You're here." As Alexis turned toward him and gave him that look, he shrugged and tried to redeem himself. "What?! It's guys' night out." He turned toward me and muttered in my ear, "You know, it'd be much better if Jess was your girlfriend. She wouldn't barge in on our night!"

"Where are the paparazzi?" Alexis asked me. I sighed. If you haven't figured it out already-- our relationship wasn't exactly something I wanted. Especially since she loved the paparazzi. Everytime she made a public appearance, she'd make sure paparazzi were there, taking pictures of her. In contrast, I needed my privacy.

"Oh you did not blog again, did you?!" Stubby exclaimed just as big vans drove by, parking across the street from us. Alexis laughed as if she'd never thought such a thing would happen.

"There he is!" One guy with a rather... large camera shouted.

"Let's run!"

Alexis grinned, fluffing up her hair. "It's so weird."

After smiling for what seemed like millions and millions of pictures, the reporters finally subsided, and I walked in with Stubby and Alexis, feeling content, at least for the time being.

Of course, being a celebrity meant paparazzi in the future. Being a celebrity meant taking pictures until you went blind. I knew that. We all knew that. Except what I didn't know was that a certain reporter, dozens of cameramen, Alexis, Stubby, and quite possibly Jessica Olsen was about to step in and mix up my life a little.

They say life has a way of changing itself.

You bet it does.

a/n#2- hello hello! again. :) i hope you've enjoyed this so far. if you guys like, i'll continue! hopefully we can get more people to start writing/reading Starstruck fics. there's not nearly enough D:

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