Look, I continued. Now this is only going to be 3 chapters long, so after this there is going to be only one more chatper (and it's going to be long), but I am writing a sequel to this story and Bitter Endings. (That's the other about Jessica and after her day with Chris.) And one last question, should I continue Bitter Endings to get to see what's happening with Jess? Tell me in a review.

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There was paparazzo outside of Christopher's house. He ignored them while they called out his name repeatedly. He didn't listen to him. Over the years he had gained this skill that he could block out anything he wanted. And the number one thing that he blocked was them. He hated them. Gosh, they were the ones that made him hook-up with los—oh, he meant Alexis. Luckily the paparazzo couldn't get past the gate, but that didn't mean they couldn't try. He walked up to his house to be greeted by his parents. They looked livid.

"Where were you?" his father asked.

"Nowhere," Chris replied, walking upstairs to his room.

"Please, defy 'nowhere,'" his mother said, chasing after him. "You were gone all night!"

"And most of the day," his father added.

"Yeah, and when we called. You didn't answer. You better have a good reason."

"I went out with this amazing girl, okay? I went out and everything was great. I—I haven't been that happy in years. But due to everything in my life, I had to break up with her," said Chris. "And I would really appreciate if you just left me alone."

"But, Chris—"

"No, Daniel, I think it would just be best if we left him alone," said Christopher's mom, Sherry.

"Whatever." Daniel paused. "Chris, just remember you have a recording session tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll be there." Chris walked upstairs slowly to his guest room. He imaged when Jessica was in here. Maybe she sat on the bed. Maybe she looked out on the balcony. Maybe from there, she watched him perform. The maybes were endless, but there wouldn't be that many. Gosh, she hated him when they were his house. She probably hated him even more now.

Chris slowly walked out the door; he took one last glance at it then went to his bedroom. Today was a nightmare. He had found happiness, but like everything in his life, it turned out miserable. Love stinks.

He tossed and turned all night. She had been on his mind. He knew it would be better if he forgot her but he couldn't. He never could.


"Dude," a voice said. "Dude," it repeated.

Chris blinked slowly, the light creeping in his eyes. He could see a tall figure in front of him.

"Stubby?" he asked slowly.

"Yeah, dude. It's time to wake up. You know, big day today. I can see it now. Christopher Wilde's new it single: Hero," said Stubby, proud of his best friend.

"Hmm mm," Chris mumbled.

"Top of the Billboard charts, baby!"

"Yep." Chris paused, and looked at Stubby. "Get out. I have to get dressed."

"When did you get all secretive?"

"Are you—?"

"No. No way!"

"Okay, just checking." Chris paused again. "Shoo! I'm trying to get dressed."

Stubby stepped out of the room. Chris looked around his room for clothes he could wear. To tell you the truth, he didn't want to do this at all. But he had to look good in front of the cameras.

Chris wore a baggy, denim, button-down shirt and comfy pair of jeans. He opened the door.

"How do I look?" he asked Stubby.

"Look like you're ready to make a new it single," said Stubby. Chris smiled. Even though he felt like he did yesterday afternoon. Hurt. It still had the hurt feeling. The one were he was bleeding. Ugh, the feeling was horrible.

"Which car should we take?" Chris asked.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. If you want to be at your best, you have to eat something."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Do you want to sell singles and albums?"

"Yes...."

"Then eat!"

Chris realized something. He was too tired to do this today. He had gone through that was something sent from his personal hell.

"Hey, Stubby, I can't do this. I mean, I just feel terrible." Chris coughed some fake coughs.

"You don't look okay, either. Let me call the studio." Stubby walked away to call the studio.

Chris walked back to his room. He had to get those pictures downloaded on his laptop just so he could see her again. He wanted to see her smile. He wanted to see her laugh. He wanted to see a lot of things, all of them involving Jessica.

"Chris, you're free. But you have to come in tomorrow for the recording or else you'll have to set another date. Like, sometime in late summer," said Stubby.

"Great. Thanks, man."

"Yeah, now you rest up," said Stubby, slapping his best friend's back.

Chris walked back to his room looking at the camera. He had to get those pictures developed so he could see her.

He took out an old, torn sweatshirt and put it on. He messed up his hair to look like any other punk in L.A. would.

He snuck out the back door and climbed the fence and jumped. He winced when he landed. He ignored the pain in his ankles and ran to the nearest drug store to get the pictures printed and on a computer disc so he could look at her from her laptop, too. He spotted a Walgreens a block from where he was. Perfect.

He jogged to the store. People stared at him. Not because he was Christopher Wilde, no. It was because he looked like so suicide bomber. Great.

He walked into the store and found the photo department.

"Hi," he greeted hurriedly, "I need these pictures done ASAP."

"Okay. It should take about an hour. So you can come back then," said the developer.

"Can't it be faster?"

"No."

Part of him wanted to say, Do you know who I am? But the new Chris let it go. He nodded. "I'll come back then." Chris looked around the store for a while. He heard a couple laugh. He listened in.

"Chad Dylan—"

"We're in public," a girl's voice chided.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know how you're afraid of the paparazzi," the boy's voice said. "I just can't believe you took me here. I mean, this is where poor people shop."

"Are you calling me a poor person?"

"No."

"Then stop! Stupid drama actor..."

"Now, I'm really hurt."

"Drama queen."

"King of drama, Sonny."

"You are so full of yourself."

The couple laughed. Pure laughter. Happy laughter. It made Chris feel weird inside. He had never laughed with someone like that. He walked a way feeling as hurt as ever. Damn it. He missed Jessica more then ever.

Okay, the couple Chris over hears is Sonny and Chad (is this story they're dating), so that's just to clear things up. Now, you know the drill.
Look After You: I love it, continue.
Over My Head: It was okay.
How To Save A Life: I hate it!
One last thing. Please review to tell me if I should continue Jessica's POV story.