AN: I watched Starstruck at like 2am because my life is falling apart. So, in a radical departure from my regular Harry Potter obsession, I'm going to write a short story about Starstruck. It's been years since I've written anything, but I really want to start getting into it again. Chapters will be switching points of view, because I'm trying to work especially hard with voice and make the story more believable for the reader. (Plus, you all already know what happens - the interesting part about fanfiction is that you can look at it in far more depth). Anyway, on with the story! Begins when Stubby leaves Chris's house, telling him that he doesn't understand what's happened to his best friend.

open your eyes: Stubby's POV

"Because he isn't the guy sitting here," I finished, before leaving the Wilde residence. Don't get me wrong – Chris has been my best friend for over a decade, and just because he's let the fame get to his head won't change that. But it's hard to watch your best friend lose himself so much that he won't even admit what he wants, you know man? I know Chris, and if it comes down to the movie or to his precious Jess, his heart will pick her over and over again.

But his own head? His parents? The fans? The media? They will choose the movie for him time and time again, even if it means he loses her. Celebrities belong on pedestals, not on street corners with ordinary girls.

I can only hope that he listened to me when I asked him what he wanted, because it's written all over his face. He wants Jessica, all fire and honesty, and I'm sick of hoping for him to come to his senses before he realizes he's lost her. He'll be crushed, utterly destroyed, and nothing else can prevent this. Just because he's drowning himself with work on his new album as a distraction won't make it hurt any less once it sinks in. He's losing her – and to be honest, she's probably already lost.

And I know, I know, I'm so deep and thoughtful. Bet you weren't expecting that? What can I say, the Stubs is capable of a diverse range of talents, including rapping and excellent people skills. You're welcome.

It's not until I'm in my car, cruising down the sunny streets of LA, that my train of thought is broken by a ringing in my front pocket. Pulling over into an abandoned parking lot to stop, I pull the phone out of my pocket and hit 'accept'.

"Hey, you've reached the fabulous and incredibly dashing Stubby, what can I do for you today?" Smooth conversation starter, right?

"Stubby? Yeah, it's Sara… you know, from Michigan? You drove me home from Under 21 a couple weeks ago? Jessica Olsen's older sister. Whatever you want to think of me as. Uh, yeah, you gave me your number just in case and well I'm not sure what else to do. Can we talk?"

Well. Shit just got real.