Sara's POV

"Yeah… alright, alright. What's up?" Stubby's voice rang out from my phone.

"What's up? Seriously? What's up? Your best friend is talking about crying photos of my sister on Starstruck News and my sister will hardly speak and you don't know what's up?" I stopped to take a breath. Normally Jessica is the sassy one, but I had no idea what the hell was going on with my sister and Christopher Wilde and I wanted to know. My snarky sister had become practically a mute and Christopher was denouncing her in the press, so how was Stubby so casual about all of this?

"Whoa, feisty."

"It's Sara."

"Yeah, I remember."

I stayed silent, hoping he would continue so that I wouldn't have to be the one to ask. However, I could see no reply coming as I listened to Stubby's breath through the speaker and uttered, "What the hell did Christopher Wilde do to my sister?"

"Well isn't that the million dollar question," Stubby said. "He's supposed to be getting a role in some movie, but the director doesn't want him causing any fuss. All of the stuff with Jessica is… well, problematic for the producers and so Christopher cut all ties and now is acting like he doesn't know her or something." Was he kidding? My little sister, who scorned my obsession with Christopher Wilde, was crying over him now? None of this seemed to add up. Like, at all.

"Wait, does she even know him? Stubby, I'm so confused, I thought it was blown out of proportion by the media and stuff. Like I figured they met or something but are they actually friends?" I questioned him. Why did nobody fill me in on this? Seriously? I'm an official founder of his fan club, not to mention Jessica was my sister, and nobody filled me in here!

"Friends?" Stubby snorted. "Please Sara, they spent the whole weekend together when you guys were in LA. That's how your grandmother's car got sunk and you ended up with keys to Chris's car in exchange." Alright, that admittedly made more sense. Before I could get a word in, Stubby continued, "Honestly, I think he's totally in love with her. He's been pretty much locked up in the studio working, and when he's not working, he's sitting around miserable and alone, looking through photos that they took together. He's a wreck and doesn't want to admit it because his parents are thrilled about him landing a film role and advancing his career and all that jazz." There was a clear note of sarcasm in his tone as he finished, but I was more concerned with something else he'd mentioned.

"In love with her?" I asked incredulously. "Have you met Jessica? She's bossy and annoying and hasn't had a boyfriend, like, ever. The closest thing to a relationship she's had is her dedication to our school's ultra-lame newspaper."

"Hey, I never claimed to understand Chris all the time, but he's been different ever since he met her and pretty much falling apart since she left." He replied. "It's all about her hair, and her eyes, and he's about to pull his hair out from missing her, but he never does anything about it besides writing sad love songs. And sometimes angry ones too, angry with himself for letting her go, because even as his best friend I've gotta say this is totally his fault."

I paused for a moment. "Bastard," I muttered. I heard Stubby's laugh on the other end of the line.

"Thought you were his number one fan," Stubby said, still laughing a bit. He sobered up a bit, before replying, "Thought I was too, but man am I inclined to agree with you. He's sure acting like a bastard right now. Moping around like he's got the right to be sad when he could fix it anytime, if only he valued people more than his career."

"You sound surprisingly deep right now, Stubby," I said, still somewhat disbelieving of how crazy life had gotten. Reporters on my lawn, Christopher Wilde apparently both in love with my sister and her heartbreaker, and I was on the phone having a heart-to-heart with Stubby on the phone.

"Why, thank you. It's how I get the ladies, you see."

"Hmmm, yeah, I'm sure you get all the ladies, Stubs."

"Enough about me and the ladies."

"I thought you could never get enough of the ladies."

Stubby laughed before continuing, "Look, I was thinking that maybe we could figure something out with the whole… Chrissica business. I'm tired of watching my best friend whine and mope, and I told him as much, and I'm sure you're in the same boat with Jessica. Is there any chance we could set them up or something to sort things out? Cause frankly all this drama is getting ridiculous."

"You're telling me," I said dryly. "At least you knew what was going on here. Nobody filled me in on anything until you did! But I've got to agree with you about Chrissica, and I'm also so tired of the reporters. I just want to go shop for a dress for the dance and I can't reach my car because there's so many reporters out front. I'm going crazy! Like, don't they know that a girl has places to be?"

"Self-absorbed much?" I heard Stubby snark.

"I'm just saying it would be a nice perk to have all these reporters leave, and I am willing to sacrifice my one true celebrity love"- Stubby snorted at this proclamation-"to my little sister if they'll be happy together. And, you know, I don't miss this dance, because I've got an image to uphold here. I can't miss it!"

"Wait, a dance," Stubby exclaimed, "Sara, that's it! We can set them up at the dance! It'll be romantic and stuff, and we'll be able to make sure you make it to the dance. It's a win-win, right?"

"Stubby, for once, I think you're brilliant. You talk to Chris about it and I'll figure out stuff with Jessica and then they'll get together and oh my god it'll be so cute! The lights, and the music, and oh my god I've got to find her a cute dress then, and-"

"I thought you liked him?" Stubby cut me off.

"Well yeah, but I kind of knew it was a far-fetched dream. And if he's dating Jessica, I'll at least always be close enough to be able to fawn over his handsomeness." I said, with a little giggle. Yeah, maybe I couldn't date him, but I could still definitely appreciate the finer aspects of his physique. Come on, I'm still human!

I could practically feel Stubby rolling his eyes on the other end. "Yeah, sure, whatever. So you're in?"

"I'm in as long as you are."

"Then let's go, Operation Matchmaking is a-go."

"We are not calling it that," I said exasperatedly. "That's so 2007."

"Yeah we are, just accept it. Peace."

The line cut out before I could argue back. I set my phone down on the island in the kitchen and gazed out the window, able to see the reporters standing out on my lawn. The thought of Jessica being tormented by them, not to mention the thousands of bloggers online, encouraged me to go up to Jessica's room and talk to her.

Maybe I wasn't always the best sister, and Jessica could still be an annoying brat… but hey, she was my sister. And, as AJ would say, it's always sisters before misters. It was about time I had her back.

Maybe I wasn't as terrible at this whole sibling thing as I'd thought.

AN: it's not discontinued, what? trust me, i'm equally surprised that i came back to this story. i'm taking seven classes this year, all ap & honors, and haven't had any time to work on writing stuff. i'm not really crazy happy with this chapter but i'm hoping to get more seriously into writing again and hey, it's a start! it's looking like this story will total about 5 chapters with the way i've planned it out, so stick around!

p.s. the title from chapter one is from emma by imagine dragons, and the title for this chapter is from a drop in the ocean by ron pope, and the story's title is from can't stop, won't stop by the maine - just in case anyone was curious.