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On a side note, I have a bad habit of jumping from past and present, I have no idea why I do this sometimes, but I do and I don't always catch it while I proof read my stories and I'm not the best at grammar so bear with me. The reviews I've been getting have been so amazing and inspirational to me, I take very much pride in my work so seeing so much positive feedback means the world to me. Also, please do not write any negative feedback I beg of you (unless it's constructive criticism that won't hurt my feelings) I say that hate doesn't affect me, but it bothers me very much. Lastly, most of my chapters will be about 2,000 to 3,000 words long, I can't write for long periods of time or else my writing becomes stale and I have no idea how long I'll make this story, it honestly all depends on you guys.

PS: I really hope that you like it, now that so many people seemed to like the first chapter I feel the pressure to make sure that the rest is as good at the first chapter was. Plus, my style of writing tends to change depending on how I'm feeling at the time… I hope you like it though! You all mean so very much to me!

Tegan POV

I knew that if I brought up the topic of spooning then Ted would try to challenge me and get me to choose someone to present the correct way of spooning. It was the perfect way to get a little closer to that cute girl I saw earlier. I pretended to scan the crowd just for show even if I knew exactly who I wanted to spoon. I nonchalantly looked towards the pit and immediately saw her. Her short brown hair, thin physique, prominent and sexy jaw line made her stand out from the rest of the crowd. She seemed different. Everyone was captivated by my looks and demeanor. But, she wasn't, how was that possible? I felt a tug on my chest coming from her direction, I needed to get to know her more.

I pointed directly at her and called her up to the stage, her innocent eyes looked at me with a shocked expression. I watched as the security guard helped her up on stage, she stood awkwardly looking at me until I grabbed her hips to turn her around to face the crowd. I started to spoon her while explaining to the crowd the proper way to spoon someone. The feeling of her close made my heart beat fast, I've never felt like this before, so how could I feel like this with someone whose face was nameless? I blinked my eyes out of the trance, trying to shake myself back to reality to quickly finish the spooning tutorial. I calculated the risks and decided to lean in close to her ear and use my special move, I pressed my cheek up to hers from behind, when we touched I felt a shock go through my system, temporarily halting my heart to a stop. Once my heart began to flutter back to life I whispered a simple thank you to her. Allowing my warm breathe to lightly caress her delicate ears. I grabbed her hips a bit tighter thinking she would faint, they always do. But, when she didn't I quickly released her and took a step back, shocked that it didn't work on her. I took another deep breath and carried on with the rest of the show, avoiding eye contact with her for the rest of the concert, afraid that if I looked directly in her eyes I might be the one to faint this time.

Once the concert was over I quickly said my thank you's to the crowd and hurried off stage to my changing room before I had to greet all the VIP's and sign some of the fans posters. Ted gave me a pompous smirk knowing that my special move that he's seen me use countless times hadn't worked for once. I flung my door open and locked it, leaning my back up against the wooden frame and slowly allowing myself to slide down to the ground, sitting in the fetal position. No one was immune to my move, who was she? I shut my eyes tight and slowly rubbed my temples, collecting my thoughts.

"Get a hold of yourself Tegan, she's just like everyone else, mesmerized by your fame and fake persona." I slowly got up and decided to lay the charm thick on her until she finally broke and showed her true self, the part of her that didn't really care about me, but my fame and looks. I unlocked the door, hearing the familiar click resonate throughout the quiet room, I dusted myself off and double checked myself in the mirror and made sure my faux confidence was visibly there.

Sara POV

"Oh my gosh! That was so amazing!" Kaki said, grabbing my arm tightly. We waited in the pit until the security guard came to bring the 10 of us back stage to meet Tegan Quin. We walked through the back door this time, I audibly sighed in relief glad that I didn't have to clamber on stage again. Kaki took the sigh the wrong way though. "What? Tegan got your tongue? I knew it was only a matter of time." She said while jokingly laughing. I knew explanations would just lead her to believe in her first inference even more so I just kept my mouth shut. When we made it back stage we saw Tegan come out from a room I guessed was the dressing room by how much clothes was inside. Her shoulders are leaned back and head held high, but her confidence seemed forced. I wonder if anyone else had the same thought as me.

"Hey guys! Did you like the concert?" Tegan said with a gigantic smile splayed across her face. Everyone said "of course" in various ways. She turned to face me directly and looked deep into my eyes "You're the girl I spooned right?" she chuckled and continued on. "I didn't quite catch your name."

"My names Sara" I held out my hand, offering her to shake it, but instead she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to my forehead easily since she was a few inches taller than me, I closed my eyes for just a second before quickly opening them again, not wanting her to see that I enjoyed the moment. Even after her lips left my forehead I could still feel the heat from her lips against my skin, making me feel empty without her close. She looked at my confused expression as to why she kissed me and explained.

"You're not officially done spooning until you've kissed her at least once, and I don't leave anything unfinished." She said with a devious smile. It was obvious that she was trying to flirt with me the same way that she flirted with the girl from before the concert started. I wasn't about to be her next victim so I pretended like it never happened. Tegan turned around, with what I think was a perturbed expression. She told us that we could walk out back with her and watch her sign a few autographs if we wanted to. Kaki grabbed my hand and eagerly followed Tegan, even if all I wanted to do was go back to sleep in my comfy bed.

Tegan opened the heavy metal black door and the cold wind swept through the hall, my teeth were chattering from the frigid air around us. Tegan noticed I was cold and began to take off her coat.

"What are you doing?! You're going to freeze to death!" I exclaimed at her, she chuckled at the emotions dripping from my words.

"I'll be fine, the cold doesn't bother me. You on the other hand are going to turn into an icicle if you don't warm up soon." Tegan handed me her thick jacket with a smile, this smile seemed more genuine than the other ones which seemed forced for some reason.

"Uhhh thanks" I said, looking down at the snow I was kicking.

Tegan POV

"What are you doing?! You're going to freeze to death!" Was she actually worrying about me? No one has actually cared if I was okay in years aside from my best friend Ted. So I couldn't quite tell if she meant it. She looked at me with worry in her eyes and it took me aback for a while. I finished taking off my coat and handed it to her, the chilly air already smacking my skin. But, I was used to it by now. I always gave my jackets to girls.

The crowd of fans held back by the metal railing cried out "awws", some of them shouting that that should have been them instead. I walked towards them while they pushed against the railing, threatening to jump the barriers. The security guards were already on edge by the rowdy crowd.

"Guys, you need to calm down or else I won't sign any autographs tonight!" I shouted for all the fans to hear. They jeered at me but slowly began to calm. I proceeded to walk to the girl closest to me. "Hi there sweety" She looked to be 17 but I called my fans sweety often. "Do you want me to sign your poster?" she nodded her head stiffly, too star stricken for words. Her eyes were glued to my figure.

"Uhmmm, Uhhh, thanks." She stuttered out. "Uhmm this is for you, I made it" She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of black and yellow converse that said Bategan across the side.

"Wow! This is amazing! Thank you so much!" I leaned in to give her a hug, she stood there in shock for a second before she reached out to embrace me too. I quickly released her and moved onto the next adoring fan. The tabloids say that I treat my fans like they're disposable, but they really do mean the world to me. I just keep on a fake mask, if they found out that I'm really not as strong and confident as people think I am then they wouldn't like me, they'd leave me like everyone else did once they got to know the real me.

I tried to sign everyone's posters but it got too late and there were too many fans so my manager, Molly told me it was time to head in. I told everyone sorry and walked into the warmth of the stadium again. I looked around for Sara but she was nowhere in sight. "Hey, Molly. Did you see a girl with short brown hair here? She had a VIP pass."

"Yea, but she left a few hours ago, we had a guard escort her out… Wait, hold on a second. You better not be interested in her, you're publicist won't like this, nor will your label. You're supposed to be with Lindsey Byrnes, she's good for your image." Ughh, Lindsey was a genuinely good person, but I didn't like her in that way. Our relationship was all just for show, the paparazzi went crazy with stories of us. We were called the "perfect couple". Me, the wild and strong party animal. Lindsey, the quiet, caring and loving one. I walked to the tour bus, waving the fans good bye before disappearing into the door way.

I breathed out a sigh of relief once I was in the warmth of the bus, the feeling of safety already surrounding me. Most people didn't like tour buses, but I did. My house was always quiet and lonely, here I had my band mates, some of my closest friends. But, when I was at home I had to pretend to be friends with people I didn't even get along with. When Ted saw me walk in he put down his bass and chuckled at me more.

"So, I see that your special move didn't work this time after all. I told you it was only a matter of time." Ted said, referencing previous conversations we had of what was now beginning to be called "The Move" by the paparazzi.

"Shut up Ted, I'm not in the mood."

"Ooh, someone's been bitten by the love bug! And where is your jacket?" Ted paused, his eyes went big and his jaw dropped realizing where it must have been. "You didn't! Did you!?" I ignored him and jumped into my bunk and closed the curtain. Ted's loud laughter already booming through the bus, I flipped over and pulled the pillow over my head already falling asleep.

'Thud', "Ouch, what the hell." I said rubbing my head and realized I had fallen out of my bed. I looked around the bus and checked the bunks, everyone had already left. They probably went to enjoy the sights while we were still in town for the next 3 weeks, taking a short break off from touring. I walked to the table where I left my phone and checked the time. "Shit, it's already 1 p.m." I moaned and decided to get ready and then grab a cup of coffee. I grabbed some clothes and my favorite Zara jacket with sheep skin collar that I wore to David Letterman's and changed. I looked at the sleepy figure in the mirror looking back at me, my hair was a total mess. I decided to straighten it then style it with a ton of hairspray into my famous side hair flip to my right. I put light make up, just enough to cover my blemishes and make it look natural before feeling like I was presentable enough to head out into public. I pushed aside the curtains and peered out the window, we were parked at a mall, the band most likely wanted to do some shopping.

I stuffed my phone into my pocket and opened the door, the icy air already chilling me to the bone. I walked through the parking lot towards the mall, already feeling the stares on me. I looked behind me and saw the familiar crowd of people beginning to form, following me around the mall. I turned back around, pretending like they weren't there. I just wondered around the mall looking for a coffee shop and entered the first one I saw. I walked up the counter and the cashier was obviously startled when she saw me.

"May I please have a caramel mocha frap? No whip cream please." I said, flashing a flirty smile at her. The cashier whose name tag said Karli just stared at me in disbelief. "Uhm, Karli is it? Are you okay?" I waved my hand in front of her face and she seemed to come out of her trance.

"Oh, Yes. That will be $4.50 please." She said while I handed her my money. I only waited about a minute before my coffee was done, they filled my order before everyone else's, undoubtedly because I was "Thee Tegan Quin" when I picked up my coffee I noticed that there were about 5 phone numbers scribbled on my frap. I pretended like I hadn't seen it and walked out of the coffee shop. I grabbed the first available seat outside the shop and sat down to drink my frap. It wasn't long before the paparazzi found me, the bright lights intruding on my used-to-be peaceful day. I grabbed my bright teal sunglasses from my pocket and put it on, standing up to look around the mall and get away from the tabloids.

"So how are you and Lindsey Byrnes doing?" Inquired one of the men who were furiously snapping photos of me. I rolled my eyes and decided to answer his questions in hopes that they would leave me alone if I gave them what they wanted.

"We're doing fine"

"Come on Tegan, is that all that you're going to give us? A 'fine.'" Seeing as my plan had failed I ignored the rest of their questions. I did my best to shop with all of the flashing lights and the growing crowd of people following my every move.

Bzzzzz

I grabbed my blackberry and placed it to my ear without even checking to see who it was. It was Ted in a worried voice, my only friend who gave 2 shits about me.

"Where did you go?! It's already 6 and you didn't bring your body guard with you, are you alright?"

"Oh, I must have lost track of time. Are you at the mall?"

"Yes, but we're about to head back to the bus."

"Have you not seen the crowd of people in the mall?" I questioned him, wondering how it was possible he didn't know where I was with so much commotion around me.

"Oh… I should have known that was the reason why everyone was running in the same direction. Well you should head back to the bus okay? We're all going to a bar to get some celebratory drinks and don't get into any trouble now Tegan." He said in a pleading voice before hanging up without a good bye, Ted was notorious for doing that. I walked back to the bus, ignoring everyone's questions asking me who I was just talking to, I signed a few autographs and walked into the bus. Molly was sitting at the table, legs crossed and lips pursed with an irritated look.

"You're supposed to take your body guard with you, do you want to get hurt?! Or get into another fight with the paparazzi like last time!" She yelled at me.

"Hey! He was asking me for it!" Molly looked at me with a furious look. I took a deep breath and exhaled all my anger, excepting defeat like always, the record label basically owned my life. Everything about me, down to my personality, who I dated, and what sort of songs I played was controlled by the big guys upstairs.

"But, I'll take my body guard next time I go out" Molly calmed down and walked out of the bus without another word. Molly never joins us for drinks, she says that she's too busy for such childish things. I looked over at Ted who was sitting on the expensive leather couch, engrossed in a Super Mario Wii game. "So Ted, can we go to a gay bar?"

"hmmmm, fine. But next time I get to choose." He said without taking his eyes off of his game. I smiled in triumph. He finished his game and the band got freshened up to leave. We decided to call a cab since we didn't want to take our gaudy tour bus to the bar. I even took along Steve, my body guard, just to satisfy Molly. We arrived at the bar and paid the taxi, the bouncer immediately let us in without having to wait in line, usually I get paid just to show up at bars like this.

When we entered, one of the workers led us to the VIP section of the bar and we all sat and ordered our drinks. The dimly lit bar was perfect for concealing who I was, so no one came up and bothered us. I scanned the bar for any cute girls and my eyes landed on a familiar girl with short brown hai