This fanfiction is based around ALL of the clichés that the StarKids are given in fics that I've read. Avoid at all costs. Even the title is a cliché. Shoutout to Sophie Ashworth for the insp.

My friends, Leanne and Becky and I laugh as the other speaks as we walk home from school.

"Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders!" I laugh. StarKid quotes were one of the few things that made us laugh.

"Carla, what the hell is a Hufflepuff?!" Leanne shouts. We all curl up into stitches of laughter! My blonde hair flows past my shoulders and whips back as I laugh. Suddenly, I realise the laughing has stopped and I'm the only one making any noise. I look behind me to see my friends have stopped walking several paces behind me and they're looking up at a figure that I obviously haven't seen yet. They've gone pale and they look as though they've seen a ghost.

Slowly, I turn back to face the front and I can hardly believe what my eyes are looking at; about 9 members from Team StarKid were walking up the pavement towards us! I was really surprised seeing as we were in England and there had been no rumour whatsoever that they were remotely near to the UK!

Immediately, my eyes lock onto the love of my life; Joseph Michael Richter. There are some fans that convince themselves that they are in love with their idols but they're wrong. I'm not like other girls. Joey is the love of my life. I can almost see that he feels the same when his eyes lock onto mine. As the group approaches nearer. Lauren jumps up onto Walker's back with a girlish scream and Walker sighs and rolls his eyes as he straightens his snapback that faces backwards.

Becky is the first one to speak up. "Oh, my God, it's Team St-" I immediately put my hand over her mouth and whisper in the ear of my small friend. "Be cool, okay?" She looks back at me and nods with wide eyes.

I walk up to Joey and wonder what I'm doing for a second. He's so beautiful with his crooked jaw and heavy stubble. His hair was windswept to one side and was only held still with the trademark blue headband that they apparently wore in public too. "Excuse me... you're... you're Joey Richter, right?!" I feel nervous but I hide it so fking good.

"Yeah," his voice was soft and nothing like it sounded on the videos. "Who might you be?" He cocked his eyebrow and smirked at me.

"I'm Carla. These are my friends, Leanne and Becky." He doesn't seem very interested in my friends and his eyes study my face.

"It's lovely to meet you." he replies quietly. A voice pitches in from amongst the group.

"Ooo, Joey likes her!" says Brian Holden before turning to Meredith and snogging her face off for no reason.

"Shut up!" says Joey, blushing. "So, you're a fan?"

"Yeah. I've been a fan since the very beginning. Even though I was only 11 and I didn't get any of the AVPM jokes, I loved you. I love what a tight bond you guys have. Do you all text each other StarKid quotes?" Okay, so, this was a slight hint that I wanted his number. You don't ask, you don't get, right?!

"Oh, yeah, Dylan refuses to face the fact he's not Dumbledore anymore."

"HEY. Ten points from Gryffindor, Richter." smiles Dylan.

"You can join in, if you like." I misunderstand what he means for a minute. I think he's joking because he winked at me. Then I realise he wanted... *gasp*... my phone number!?

"Do... do you want my phone number?" I ask shyly. He nods and I pull out my phone without thinking. I count my blessings as I give my phone number to the one man I've ever loved. For that moment, I was a mix of emotions. I was excited, nervous, anxious... would he ever call or text me? My friends kept making noises in the back that made me blush but they were jealous. They were jealous that I had Joey Richter's phone number and they didn't. I was the coolest girl in the whole wide world.