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I fidgeted with the strap around my neck, trying my best to keep it from strangling me to death. Today was the day I had been waiting for. Lincoln High's first annual fashion show. I tilted to the side, my camera narrowly avoiding the impatient person rushing past me.

Don't get me wrong though. I was in no way excited for this day because I was interested in fashion. The only reason I even had it marked on my calendar at all was because of who the show was being held for. My crush since I even knew what a crush was. Vogue's acclaimed 'it girl', Chloe Beale. She had recently decided to take a break from modeling, and go through her senior year in public school. Imagine everyone else's surprise when Chloe picked no where else, but little ole' Waynesville, Missouri. I said 'everyone else's' because unlike them, I knew she would return. Though it hasn't been since she was seven, this was still at one point Chloe's home. People always return home.

"Becaw! Can you believe the turn-out for this thing? It's like all of the five-thousand people who live here showed up!" I spared Jesse a quick, wry glance. "I mean, of course I understand why they would. Chloe Beale is freaking hot."

I couldn't really disagree with him there. "Do you know when this is supposed to start?"

"Actually, I think it's supposed to star-."

"Welcome to Lincoln High's First Annual Fashion Show!" Principal Ruck drowned out the rest of Jesse's sentence. "If everyone could please quickly find there seat, we would like to begin the show!" I stayed where I was by the front of the stage; the area being exclusively for photographers for the show, and since Daily News on 6 sent me, that meant I was legally a photographer. Jesse wasn't though, so with a quick nod to me he went off to sit down with the rest of the basketball jocks. "Today we have very exciting things planned for everyone here. We'll be starting off with all of the local models.." Blah Blah Blah, he went off into some long spill about how the music was provided by the high school band, and how the models were our very own students. I didn't really care until I heard. "I know mostly everyone here is waiting for the main model, and her place will be exclusively last. The person who Cosmopolitan named 'Most beautiful woman alive', Chloe Beale!" Our meager sized auditorium went crazy when he said that. The cheer's almost deafening. Finally, when the crown quieted down, Ruck finished. "So without further ado, Let's begin!"

I realized again, when the show was occurring, why I wasn't excited for this: Fashion was BORING! Like truly, incredibly boring. All the models had the same dull look on their face, and not to be rude, but compared to who I knew I was about to see. They all looked blandly the same. After a while I zoned out from watching there faces, and just ended up looking at the girls hair. Blonde hair, lighter blonde hair, darker blonde hair, straighter blonde hair, amazing Titian hair, shorter blonde hai- Wait! Titian hair? Lightly freckled nose, check! Beautiful curly locks I just wanted to run my hands through, check! Light teal eyes I could stare into all day, check! "And now, who you've all been waiting for, Chloe Beale!" The music changed to a song with a heavier bass beat, and walking across the stage was the 'Runway Goddess', as she's been called before. She was flawless. The pictures that I always saw her in did no justice to just how radiant she was in person. Like she was her very own sun.

I quickly bought my camera up. For once I was actually getting paid to do something I would enjoy!

"I can't believe that bombshell we just saw is actually going to be coming to Waynesville High. The school where we also attend, Beca!" I almost had to physically hold Jesse down from bouncing in excitement. "I mean are you- Holy crap! Beca! Beca! She's coming over here!" I quickly ripped my gaze towards where Jesse was gawking, and sure enough, though she was being stopped by fans and faculty alike, she was slowly making her way over. "Beca, why is she coming towards us?!" I couldn't even give Jesse an answer because currently I was wondering the same thing. I mean, yeah once upon a time we knew each other, but that was only till we were seven, and though she was my bestfriend; I wouldn't hold it against her if she forgot all about me. I've convinced myself that she forgot all about me.

"Hi, Beca." Far away in the unimportant corner of my mind, I acknowledged the fact that Jesse was having some kind of spaz attack, but in every other corner all I could focus on was her. Chloe. "Holy crap, you remember who I am right?" Chloe's cheeks took on a pinkish hue, as her eyes widened in genuine embarrassment, and I had to physically stop my hand from pinching my thigh; because, Chloe Freaking Beale was actually in front of me being fucking adorable. Was this Heaven? "You probably don't. Shit. This is so embarrassing. I mean, why did I expect you to remember me from years ago. We're seventeen not seven. I shouldn't hav-"

"Chloe," I quickly interrupted her. Though I could watch adorable ranting Chloe all day, I didn't want her to give herself a headache. "It's okay. I know who you are. I remember."

"Oh." She took a deep breath; Raking her fingers through her red hair in a total movie perfection moment. A tiny smile found it's way unto her face as she locked her eyes with mine. "Becs. I missed-"

"B-B-B-B-Becs? She calls you Becs? Oh My God! You Know her!" Jessie unfortunately snapped out of the trance he was in, because he cut Chloe off from whatever she was about to say. "Beca you never told me you knew her!"

I shrugged, to busy gazing into Chloe eyes, because she never broke eye contact even when Jesse started talking, to worry about what was being said. "You never asked."

"Never asked." Jesse huffed in wonder. "Well I'll make sure to ask if you know any other MAJOR CELEBRITIES from now on!"

"Yeah, that would probably be helpful for you." I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but when Chloe giggled quietly into her hand, I was actually proud of my sarcastic nature for once in my life.

After another bought of just staring into each others eyes, Jesse coughed uncomfortably. "Wait, are you- ahem- are you dating?" His voice was tinted with surprise, wonder, and was there also hurt laced in there?

"Jesse," I barked out. I mean, what the hell! Literally the most inopportune time to say that Jesse! "I'm pretty sure Chloe already has a caring and hot boyfriend or girlfriend tucked away somewhere; that is definitely - Unfortunately" I muttered under my breath. - "not me."

"Actually, Chloe is incredibly single right now." Chloe piped out, causing a burning heat to crawl into my cheeks. "Are, I mean, I- Do you have a caring and hot boyfriend or girlfriend tucked away somewhere?" Chloe lashes fluttered as she gazed towards her dark, heeled ankle boots.

I opened my mouth, but Jesse beat me to the punch. "Yep, she's totally unavailable."

We both gawked at Jesse. Chloe in what seemed to be disappointment, and me in thinly veiled PISSED THE FUCK OFF-NESS. "Jesse's just kidding," I sent a firm glare his way for emphasis. - Who the fuck did he think he was trying to ruin my probably non-existent chances with a freaking supermodel. He's such a horrible bestfriend/wingman. - "There is definitely no one I'm dating right now."

"Oh," Chloe seemed to be all prep again. She pulled a sharpie out of God knows where, and proceeded to scrawl a ten digit number on my arm in loopy, girlish handwriting. Putting her sharpie in the bag, I had not previously noticed, on her shoulder, she looked me straight in the eyes. "Well in that case, guess there will be no one angry at me for keeping my promise." With those words, Chloe leaned forward planting her lips firmly on mine.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Chloe's kissing me. I blinked, still in complete shock, before I tentatively reciprocated. Her lips were beyond soft that it was to the point where it felt like I was kissing two miniature clouds, and when she swiped her tongue across my lips I nearly passed out. My hands reached out of their own accord, gripping lightly unto her waist; as her hands caressed my face. Chloe's tongue sought entrance again, and already seeing that I would be able to deny her nothing, I let it in. Our tongues danced around the others, exploring each others mouth with the fervor of a starving man eating again. I circled my lips, sucking lightly on her tongue, and the resulting moan, I'm pretty sure only I could hear, that she let out, almost made me take her right there on the floor of our school auditorium with everyone around us. Unfortunately, Jesse seeming to choke on his own tongue knocked me out of the haze we were in.

I pulled back until only our foreheads were touching. Chloe's soft panting breath hitting my lips made me want to kiss her again, but I knew I should probably ask her what the hell just happened, and if it could possibly happen again. "Chloe?" she leaned forward, pecking me on the lips, before disentangling herself all together. With a hair flip, a few parting words, and a sultry smirk, Chloe disappeared.

"Call me."

*Flasback to ten years ago*

"Chlo, I don't want you to leave!"

"I know," Chloe stopped pumping her swing, letting it slow until it was lightly swaying with the wind. "But mom says that we have to move to New York for me to become famous. Being famous sounds really cool, so I have to go, Becs!"

I scrunched my eyebrows, plopping down on the hard ground. "But it's not fair. Whose house will I go to when mom and dad fight? When dad comes home all loopy and is really mean? No one here at school likes me, Chlo. Without you," I wiped the stubborn tear that pushed its way out of my closed eyes. "I'll have no one."

Chloe slowly got off of the swing, coming to sit down next to me. "Beca, will always be together. Remember, we're gonna get married one day, and we'll both be mommies, and I'll get a puppy, and you'll get a kitten, and we're going to be a family. You remember that?" I nodded, wiping my sleeve across my running nose. "We'll I'm going to have to come back for that to happen, silly, and on the day that I come back, to show you that I remember; I'm going to give you a big kiss on the lips."

I felt a giggle come out of my mouth. "Kissies are ikky."

"Well my mommies kiss, so we're going to kiss too. I promise."

"Pinky promise?" I held out my little finger to her, looking her in the eye at the serious implications that this held.

"Pinky promise."

I don't know if I'll continue this.

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