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I'M BACKKK!

After two years, with the help of WeenZee who motivated me to continue this story, I finally did. The thing is though, I'm not going to update. INSTEAD, I'm going to revise the whole story before I post the new chapter because I feel that my writing style changed. Also when I reread "Mr. Rockstar" I found myself questioning my choices on why I put certain things, cause there's some pretty stupid and unneeded stuff I put in this story. So you'll find that the story changed a lot. Well, I think it's a lot since I don't even know this story anymore.

So I hope that you guys bear with me, and I'll try to post every revised chapter by a month or two. I KNOW, I should have done this earlier when school's not in like two weeks and I'll be busy like every day, but I'm going to at least try. No promises, but I'll try.

I wanted to finish this story more than any other story I had. But if I can, I also want to finish "Unfolded" since it was something that I haven't done before and I am or was, I don't know, excited for that story especially. I was also thinking of doing a collection of one-shots, AND before you guys say anything (like "Seriously? You can't even finish these stories and you want to start something new?"), I just wanted to say that I've been wanting to do one-shots for a long time now. I was thinking about doing it during my two-year hiatus. And if you think about it, it's more my style since it's just one chapter for each story and then I'm done, then I can just start another one-shot, and you don't have to wait for me to update. It works for everybody! So expect the first one-shot posted sometime in September or even earlier, if I'm in the mood.

What do you guys think about that? Tell me in a review because reviews equal love. And I would also love feedback about the new revised chapters of "Mr. Rockstar".

So I guess that's it and I should just stop, so you guys can just read the story.

I wanted to dedicate the VERY FIRST REVISED chapter of "Mr. Rockstar" to WeenZee.

Mr. Rockstar

Chapter 1

"Surpise"

16097643004: lets go to the mall after school

16094618282: Can't.

16097643004: and y not

16094618282: I have work after school.

16097643004: ur no fun

You know what's weird? The fact that everyone knows who I am even though I did nothing to deserve the knowledge of such information from my peers. It's not like I'm the captain of some sport or did something awesome for people to know me like they're my friend or something. I just started to think about this fun little fact when I bumped into this freshman in the hallways last period and all of his stuff scattered all over the school floor. I helped him pick them up, and before he left, he said, "Thanks for the help. See you around, Sora," and waved goodbye. I didn't even know who the kid was.

I told this to my best friend, Mimi, who is probably the one who deserves to be known and loved by our classmates while we were walking through the hallways when school ended. She's one of the most popular girl in school, and with one glance, you would know that. With bubblegum pink hair,--it actually used to be blonde, but after a dare she lost in freshman year, she dyed it pink. Surprisingly, she liked it. So much that it stayed like that ever since.--a face any girl would kill for, and a model's body, she's totally the most gorgeous person I know. So anyways, I told her about what happened in the hallways with the freshman and she just looked at me before popping a bubblegum in her mouth. Then she gave the look again and sighed, "Cause you're popular like that, Sora. You know, you're popular because you're the nicest person and you're a total sweetheart to everyone. So everyone loves you," she said, popping another bubble in her mouth.

What is she talking about?

I looked at her like she had some epiphany, "Huh?"

"Gosh, Sora, sometimes I question why you're in all these smart classes when you reply with those oh so smart responses," she rolled her eyes and grinned, "But yeah, you're so nice. So how can anyone hate you? Like when's the last time you had a fight with anybody?"

Never.

"I don't know," I said as I stared at the lockers behind her.

"Well, you don't do fights, you're way too nice. And you're really pretty too, so that only adds to your popularity. Like I would kill to have your bone structure and how you're all toned and stuff. But you know how I can't do anything sport like."

Pfft. Because you're not gorgeous enough.

"Yeah, especially with the way you have a habit of hurting yourself and anybody within a five feet radius around you." I grinned.

She laughed, "Yeah yeah." Then she got serious. She even had this serious face on, "But anyways, back to how you're nice to everyone. That's probably why you don't even have a boyfr--and that's when I kind of started to zone her out because every conversation we have just seem to end up like this. You know, the whole you-need-to-find-a-boyfriend speech--and that fact that you're nice to every guy makes them kind of hesitant."

Yeah, because every guy want the whole angry kind of girlfriend, right?

"Hesitant?"

"Ugh, Sora," she moaned, "The fact that you treat every guy the same, they don't know when you're just being nice or when you're being nice in the interest of being their girlfriend. You know what you should do? You should bring a date to Prom."

"I don't even think I'm going to Prom, Mimi." I decided to finally tell her as we walked into the room where the newspaper club operated.

"WHAT?" she shrieked so loud in her high-pitched voice that every head in the room turned around to stare at us. I flushed red with embarrassment as I dragged Mimi to my desk.

How loud can this girl get? Scream a little bit louder, cause I don't think the whole school heard you.

"Meems, keep it down. And it's not a big deal anyways, lots of people don't go to Prom." I shot a look at the guy sitting at the desk right next to me, "Paul's not going and he's throwing a party instead for people who's not going too. I plan on going there. It's less stress and so much easier than Prom."

"Oh no, don't tell me that. It's your senior year, Sora, and even if I have to force you in a dress, you are going," she hissed, and I might have been little scared, "Only losers don't go to Prom. Especially on their senior year."

Loser?

I shot her a look and she must have realized what she just said, "No offense, Paul."

"None taken," he said, not even taking his eyes off the monitor as he typed some article on how school lunches affect the way a student focuses during school.

Mimi was about to say something to me, but a deep voice roared throughout the whole room, "Sora! Come in here, now."

I rolled my eyes as I got up and walked into our editor-in-chief's office, "What Tai?" I sighed as I sat on his desk. He was standing next to the window, just staring at the front courtyard of the school. He turned around after what felt like minutes, and glared at me.

"Soraaa," he whined as he picked me up off his desk and sat me on a chair, "How many times do I have to tell you? Not on my desk!"

I giggled at his antics, "Oh Tai, just because you got editor-in-chief doesn't make you so special. And you got to get off this thing you have about The Desk." I ruffled his bird nest that he likes to call hair. Tai has this huge thing on his head that I like to tease him about. I call it a bird's nest, and he just whines that I shouldn't be mean. It's his baby. He hasn't cut it since he entered middle school. It just gets bigger and bigger, it might just swallow his head.

"You're just jealous that you didn't get it," he threw back. Of course I knew it was playfully because there was no harsh feelings between us. There would never have been over something as little as this. Tai and I have been friends longer than I have been with Meems. Like since we were babies forever. He knows everything about me, even things I would never tell Mimi, and I know everything about him.

I crossed my legs and put them on top of his desk, "Uh huh, whatever you say. What did you need me here anyways?"

He glared at me again and pushed my legs off, "I just wanted to know if you finished the article you were supposed to do. I need it by four today--Article. I knew exactly what he was talking about. It was an article that I do for every newspaper we make. Something that no one else knows I do, except for Miss Nakamura, the guidance counselor, and Tai. I was selected to do the anonymous "Dear Nicky" articles. Apparently, I was the main choice for this job. When Taichi was chosen for editor-in-chief, I was chosen to do "Dear Nicky". Sometimes I tease Taichi that I would have been editor-in-chief if I wasn't so good at giving advices. He just ignores me. It's true though, the whole good at giving advices. I don't know what it is about me that makes people tell me everything that's bothering them. But whatever it is, I was given this job because of it. I have to answer letters that students write for advice to Nicky, and yes, I have to answer every single one. One lucky writer every week even gets his or her letter printed on the newspaper.

"I was about to finish it and e-mail it to you, but I was a bit occupied with a pink haired freak." I really needed to finish that article so I can go home and rest before I have to go to work. I need to get rid of Meems before I could do that. First, because I don't have to listen to her rant about me not going to Prom. Second, I really need rest.

So exhausted. Let's just run now to the car and drive full speed home.

The door to his office opened with a bang. "Who are you calling a pink haired freak?" a high-pitch voice that can only belong to one person said from behind me.

You, duh.

We both stared at the pink-haired goddess standing at the doorway. Tai coughed, "Hey, Meems. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was talking to Sora before you interrupted us," she said as she sat on his desk only to be glared at. She rolled her eyes at him while she got off to sit on the chair right next to mine, "Get this, Taichi, she's not going to Prom."

He looked at me then at her, "Lots of people don't go to Prom."

See? I told you.

She shrieked, "But most normal do. Are you going to Prom?"

"Yeah, of course," he shrugged his shoulder, then sat down on his fancy leather chair. He actually bought this chair himself. He really is obsessed about this title as editor-in-chief that it made me not care that he got it and I didn't. It makes me happy when he's this happy.

"See, Sora, you're the only freak."

Thanks.

She pulled out her pink Blackberry and started texting people. "I bet you didn't even get a dress," she accused.

Why would I if I'm not even going?

I looked at her with innocent eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit!" she put her cellphone away and pointed at me, "You didn't, did you? Prom's in like three weeks and you didn't even get a dress. You're hopeless."

"I don't know why it's such a big deal that I'm not going." I said. I dug through my phone and pulled my cell out to check any messages. I got one from Mimi that she sent this morning and another one from my mom saying that she's going to be in Paris longer than she thought, and asked if I'm alright with that. I texted her back saying that I'll be fine. I'm used to being home by myself. With a dad that left us when I was five, my mom is a single parent working to keep the family going. She's the owner of a popular fashion brand and her job requires her to travel around the world. There's advantages of having a mother who owns her own fashion brand like getting free clothes--which is Mimi's favorite thing about it--and having a house all by myself--which is Tai's favorite because he can throw his wild parties at my house, and I can't believe I let him--But even with these things, I wish my mother was home more often.

"You just have to go to Prom. It would mean a lot to me if you do." She gave me a pout and then glared at Taichi.

"Yeah, it would mean a lot to me too if you go with us," he said, smiling at Mimi, "You'll have fun, Sor."

"I'll think it over, okay?" I suggested. If it meant that much to her and Tai…

It seemed like I gave her an early Christmas present with the smile she gave me. "You're the best!" She hopped up off the chair and pulled me up off mine. "Let's go to the mall to celebrate. Plus we can get outfits for the concert this weekend--When Mimi heard that The Wolves were having a concert here at Odaiba, she begged her dad for front row tickets and backstage passes. And being the daddy's girl she is, she got two tickets for the front row and backstage passes the next day. Of course, being her best friend and all, she invited me and I agreed. I would never miss a chance to go to a Wolves concert. They're one of my favorite bands, but I'm no way their biggest fan. That title would go to Mimi of course. The girl knows everything there is to know about The Wolves and the band members, especially their lead singer. Yamato Ishida was exactly what you expected a lead singer to look like. Long blond hair, rockin' body that a guy in a band would have, and he always had this expression when I see him on TV. You know, that whole "I'm-in-a-band-so-I-have-this-emo-slash-angst-look-yeah-that's-right-I'm-HOT" look.

I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that ass.

"I told you, I can't. I have work." And I have to hurry up so I can finish the article before I have to go. So if you guys excuse me, I want to go now.

"Fine, we have to go sometime this week. I really need an outfit to amaze Yamato. How else can I marry him and have my two children if we haven't even met yet?" It's nice to have dreams, isn't it?

"What about Friday? I don't have to close so we can do it after work. We just have to make sure we get to my house before Taichi does. Make sure he doesn't wreck my house," I glared at him, "Like last time."

"Sor, I thought we were over that," he smiled sheepishly at me, "I told you it was a mistake to let that much people in. And I apologized. I thought you already forgiven me."

"I did, but that doesn't mean I trust you in my house all by yourself."

"But you still let me have parties, and that's all I can ask for."

"Yeah, and all I can ask is for you to let me leave so I can finish the article. I want to go home."

Work is such a bitch.

I sighed as I cleaned up the tables that people left a mess with crumbled napkins and spilled coffee. Closing time was in ten minutes and there was only one person left. He was sitting at the table at the farthest corner of the café sipping his black coffee, typing something on his sleek black laptop without stopping since he was here. Just when I thought I was done, the bell chimed signaling that someone just entered the small building.

Seriously? With just ten minutes left? There's a coffee stand at the corner, go there!

I looked up to see who it was, and I almost dropped the bottle of disinfector and piece of cloth that I was using to clean the tables.

Wow, he's really pretty.

He had blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail and the palest skin I've ever seen. He was wearing a white polo shirt and distressed jeans. The weirdest thing was that he was wearing sunglasses.

Inside? At night?

He walked to the front counter and hit the bell twice waiting for someone to get his order. I guess I was staring for a little bit too long, since he looked like he was getting impatient. I could tell with the frown that was forming on his face and plus he hit the bell another two times.

"Sorry, I was kinda zoning out." I apologized. He turned around to stare at me, and I froze. He was kind of intimidating especially with the sunglasses and the way he was just there. He turned back around after a second, and after another, I finally got the urge to move. I got behind the counter and gave him my best welcoming smile, "Hi, what can I do for you today?"

"Coffee. Black coffee. Large." he said. He said it in this standoffish kind of way, but his voice was something else. His voice.

It's like he was singing it. Make him say it again.

"Huh?" I snapped back to reality. Wow, I must seem really stupid to him right now.

Smooth. Very smooth.

"I said a large black coffee. To go," he said slowly, as if he was speaking to a child. I guess I deserved that, so I didn't say anything as I made his coffee. I handed him the Styrofoam cup filled with his coffee. He put a five dollar bill on the counter, and just started leaving. Just like that. "That's 4.50 dollars," I whispered to myself as I watched his back when he opened the door and left.

16094617624: how wuz work

16094618282: Stupid. Some guy came when I was going to close. He was a jerk.

16094617264: ill beat him up 4 u next time u c him.

16094618282: Nah, it's okay. Thanks anyways. I'll probably never see him again.

I saw him again for the next two days and he always showed up ten minutes before closing time with the same sunglasses on. So it was no surprise when I saw him on Thursday at 9:50, ten minutes before I had to close the café. I already had everything cleaned, so I was ready for him and then I can go home. I was watching him as he walked up to the counter. When he stopped, I gave him a smile, "Hi, what can I do for you today?" I was already grabbing a Styrofoam cup when he placed his order of a large black coffee to go. I handed his cup after a minute, and expected him to slap a five dollar bill. I was surprised when he handed it to me, and instead of walking out of the building, he sat down at the table closest to the door. "Your change?" I called after him.

"Keep it," he said. I put the change in the tip jar as I watched him pull out a laptop.

What does he think he's doing?

"Um, we close at ten." I told him. He sighed and closed his laptop to put it away. I was already by the front door after I made sure to put my apron on the hook and locked the cash register. I opened the door for him as he walked out, then I locked the café doors. He threw away his cup at the garbage can next to the door and started to walk behind me. I made sure we were at least five feet apart from each other. Walking up to my car, I pressed the button to unlock the door and a beep reverberated throughout the almost empty parking lot. I opened the door and slid onto the drivers seat and put the keys in the ignition. The car didn't even make a sound. I tried again, and the same thing happened. Nothing. I made sure this was the right car.

Black. Mercedes. Pretty. Yup, that's my baby.

I got the car for my sixteenth birthday. As her only child, my mother likes to spoil me with material things. She must think that it makes up for my father leaving me and her being never home. I told her all I wanted for my birthday was dinner with her, but she couldn't even give me that with her being in Rome at the time. So she apologized by giving me this car.

Not complaining. This car's awesome.

I gave the key another turn, but still, the car wouldn't start. I tried again for the tenth time, but nothing happened. I banged my head on the wheel and a loud honk was heard. "Shit!" I rubbed my forehead and looked to see if anyone was around. All I saw was the guy from the café looking at me from the other side of the window.

"What do you want?" I screamed at him, locking the door at the same time.

"Can you open the door?" he asked. Who did he think I was? An idiot? There was no way I was going to make it easy for this guy to steal me or my car. "This is my car you're in." His car? What is he talking about?

"This is MY car, you creep." I yelled back. This guy is really crazy.

"I'm not a creep, you crazy girl. This is MY car, and I think that's yours." He pointed to the car right behind me, and right there was the same black Mercedes.

Idiot. Such an idiot.

I slowly opened the car door and got out. "Sorry," I rubbed my arms, totally embarrassed, "For the car thing. And calling you a creep."

"Whatever," he got in his car as I got in mine. I put my keys in and was ready to go home and forget about all this, but with my luck, my car didn't even start.

"You can't be serious! This is my car. I'm sure this time. Why. Won't. You. Start?" I yelled and banged the wheel repeatedly as hard as I could. I only ended up hurting myself each time. I turned at the car right next to mine when he honked the horn. Opening the passenger side door as he rolled down the window, I asked him what he wanted. "It looks like you need my help," he grinned. I knew he was making fun of me in his mind with the way he was smiling.

"It looks like I do," I said as I got out of my car. He opened his passenger door, and nodded at me. This was total stranger danger.

Do it. Get in the car.

"I'll drive you home, and you can just have someone fix it tomorrow." I was still having doubts. He was some dude I didn't even know, and for all I know he could someone who lures girls into his car and then rapes them after driving into the forest. He must have known what I was thinking because he looked at me with an impatient look and said, "I promise I won't do anything. I'll just drive you home, so you don't have to stand there all night."

Get in.

And I listened for the first time in years.

"I'm Sora, by the way," I decided to say after two minutes of uncomfortable silence.

"Yamato." He was flipping through the radio stations and when he couldn't find something he liked, he turned the iPod sitting perfectly in the holder. Music started playing softly in the car.

"Oh, like Wolves Yamato?" I said. I was looking at everything in his car. It looked exactly like mine except for the electric guitar lying on the backseat and that the music player was different. Like the ones you buy yourself and then put it in your car. It was really fancy, it even had blinking lights everywhere.

"Something like that," he grinned as if he heard something funny.

Hmm, guess I missed the joke.

"Can I ask you a question?" He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. "The sunglasses? You're always wearing them." And before I even knew what I was saying, I blurted out, "Are you deformed or something?" I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. I felt so bad. What if he was really deformed and he was sensitive about it? When he looked at me with this expression on this face--I couldn't really tell as great since he had those sunglasses on--that looked like it was the worst thing that someone can say to him, I felt even worse.

"I'm sorry!" I said to him, "Really I am. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry. I don't even…"

"Calm down," he cut my rambling off, "I'm not deformed, so you can stop apologizing. You look like you were about to cry."

About to cry? Gosh, what a wuss.

"Oh, sorry." I apologized for being stupid.

"Stop apologizing, it's annoying." he muttered. I was about to apologize again for being annoying, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he looked at me. Even though he had sunglasses on, I knew he was glaring at me to shut up. I just felt it. "And it's a disguise."

"Huh?"

"You know, a disguise. As in, so people don't who I am."

"Yeah, I know what a disguise in. I just wanted to know why you needed one."

"It's a secret."

Really? Like really?

"Aw, come on. I won't tell anyone. I promise," I gave him my best innocent smile.

"Nah, it's okay. I'd like to keep this secret a secret. Anyways, if I tell you. I might have to kill you." I rolled my eyes. "I could be a secret agent for all you know. With ninja-like reflexes and ways to kill you with a flick of my fingers."

"So if you're a secret agent or ninja or whatever you are, you can stop this?" I asked as I quickly swatted his sunglasses off his face before he even knew what I was doing. And as the object fell onto the car floor, we both stared at each other.

Oh. MY. Gosh.

16097643004: did u talk to sora lately

16094617624: no y

16097643004: she didn't call me after work. she said she would.

16094617624: prob 4got

16097643004: probably but that's so unlike her.

Dear Nicky,

Odaiba High School is such a bore! I mean—I'm one of the most popular people in the school, and I don't even have anything to do in the weekend. Any advice for fun?

-Desperate For Fun

Dear Desperate,

You could do something that you like, and probably join a club. Hey, I heard Taichi Yagami was throwing a party. His parties are always fun.

-Ask Nicky