Hello everyone! I hope you are all having a fantastic day! Here is chapter four of this story! I hope you love it and I will see you at the bottom of the page :)

I got back in the middle of last period. I wondered what Emma had told my teacher to cover for me, and I was about to find out. I ran over to my locker and found my back pack sitting in front of it along with a note. Emma had told my study hall teacher that my drama teacher needed me for some extra painting, and that I would be back as soon as I could. One thing I loved about my drama teacher was that he acted just like one of us. He didn't care if we were late to class, or if we wanted to stay to get out of another class. I picked up my back pack and headed to my classroom.

"I was helping Mr. Jamison with some painting." I told my teacher when I walked in the room.

"Oh yes. Emma came and told me about it. Go ahead and have a seat, Lizzie." He said. I was in the clear, which made me smile and sigh in relief. As I sat down and laid my head down on my desk to relax, my friend, Kayla, who sat behind me, tapped me on the back. I turned around and asked her what was wrong, and I soon saw when she pointed out the window. Photographers were pushing each other out of the way to try to get a shot of me through the window. I could hear them calling my name, and I hoped that my teacher would just think they were taking pictures because of that magazine cover. The entire class turned their attention to look at me. I got up, confidently, and shut the blinds to the windows. The flashing cameras abruptly stopped as the blinds shut.

"Lizzie why are those photographers trying to take pictures of you?" My teacher asked as he put his pen down on the desk. I could hear the class behind me laughing. I started to speak, but was soon interrupted when Cassandra slapped the magazine cover down on his desk. With a hair flip and a "hm" her high heels carried her back to her desk. My teacher looked up from the top of his glasses, and with a shrug I went back to my own desk.

When I got home that afternoon, my mother was out in the front yard watering her newly planted azaleas. She placed her watering can gently on the ground and brushed her hands off on her apron.

"So, how was your day?" She said as I came up and kissed her cheek.

"It was alright I suppose." I said. I hiked my back pack back up on my shoulder further and started to walk inside.

"I heard about what happened today." She said. I stopped, and then sat myself down on the front steps to wait for her to speak again, but she didn't.

"Are you mad about this?" I finally asked as I leaned back and braced myself by my hands.

"Not really. I understand what happened. Emma had a doctor's appointment and got out of school early, so on her way there she stopped by and told me what had happened." She said. I couldn't believe how quickly my life had changed within only a few days. Photographers now seemed to follow me around everywhere I went, and I was being talked about much more at school than usual. I was convinced that it would soon blow over, and my story would be replaced with another one, a more interesting one.

"Thanks, mom." I said with a smile. I went over to my mom and gave her a hug, and as I did so I saw some familiar black vans coming down the street.

"Photographers. Gotta go!" I told her. I grabbed my back pack off the step and ran inside the house so those pests wouldn't see me. If they ever figured out where I lived, my life would become much harder. That night I felt I deserved some rest, so I holed up in my bedroom all night, watching movies with a giant bowl of popcorn.

"Lizzie? Can I come in?" A voice said as a knock on my door sounded.

"Come on in dad!" I said as I picked up the remote and paused the movie I was watching.

"I've been calling you for the past hour, sweetheart! I wanted you to tell your mom I was going to be home late from work today. Did you not hear your phone ringing?" He said.

"I must have left my phone in my back pack downstairs, so I didn't hear it. I'm sorry, dad!" I said.

"That's alright. Just try to remember to check it more often. I'm gonna go to the grocery store before it closes. Love you!" He said as he closed my door.

"Love you too!" I yelled back. When I heard the door slam shut and the garage door close, I darted downstairs to my back pack to find my cell phone. It was not in it's holder, and it hadn't fallen down in the main section. I was starting to get worried when it wasn't turning up. Maybe I had left it at school, but I never took it out of my bag at school. Then I remembered, it was laying in the floorboard of Robbie's car.

"Oh, great..." I said to myself. How on earth was I going to get it back? Robbie was probably long gone by now, and I had no way to reach him anyway. I went back upstairs and passed my parent's room, where my mother was already asleep. I thought about waking her up and telling her, but she looked so tired that I didn't have the heart to. I went back to my bedroom and quietly shut the door. My parents and I lived in an older house, in which they had built a newer neighborhood around. Our house had the typical old style features, like columns in the front, a garden in the back, and a large wooden balcony outside of my room. I had repainted the wood a bright white color, and added lots of flowered vines that wrapped around the railings. An hour later, I heard the wood start to creak, the flowered vines were torn off and fell to the ground, and a subtle yell was heard. I opened the double doors that led outside, and ran to the rail to see what had happened.

"Who's there?" I asked as I squinted to see through the darkness. I stepped back when there was no response, but I could see hands starting to climb up. All of a sudden some brown hair came into vision, and my guard went down.

"You scared me to death! Why didn't you just come in through the front?" I said as I helped Robbie get over the rail.

"It's too risky for photographers. They could see me. Plus, this looked much more fun." He said.

"How did you find out where I live, and what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"One question at a time!" He said as he tried to catch his breath. I sat down in one of my chairs and waited for him to respond.

"You left your phone in the floor of my car. I didn't want you to have to buy a new one and lose everything on this one, so I decided to just bring it to you. Plus, I'm a celebrity remember? I have connections." He said with a smile as he handed me my phone and sat down in the other chair.

"Thank you so much. I was just thinking about it earlier today, and I had no clue how I would ever reach you to get it back." I said. I unlocked my phone and checked my messages, sure enough my dad had left numerous messages a few hours ago. I sighed and looked up at the stars. I then looked over at the boy beside me, who was looking at the stars as well, and soon realized something. This entire time I wasn't seeing him as a celebrity, instead I was seeing him as just another boy that I met. I felt comfortable around him, which as a minor fan, I thought was strange.

"You have a beautiful view of the sky from here." He said as he leaned back further in his chair.

"This isn't the best view that my home has." I told him with a smile.

"Where else is a good view?" He asked. I got up from my chair and went to the left side of my balcony, where I pulled a string and let a rope ladder fall down the side of the balcony. I swung my legs over the side and started to climb down. I looked up to see if Robbie was coming too. With his crazy eyebrows, he lifted his right one up and looked at me confused.

"Are you coming or not?" I said. I jumped down off the ladder and started to run through the garden. I looked behind me and saw Robbie following. Up another ladder I went, which led me to my favorite place in the entire world: my treehouse.

"This is a very old treehouse." Robbie said when he climbed up and poked his head through the entrance.

"When I was little, my dad and I would come outside every other night and lay on the grass to look up at the stars. When the trees in the yard started to grow more, our view was blocked. We soon learned we could see the stars again by going up onto my balcony, but we couldn't lay down and enjoy them like we used to. He then had this tree house built for me so we could lay down and see out." I explained.

"How can you see with the roof there though?" He asked as he laid down on one of the blankets on the floor. I reached up to the ceiling and pushed a huge section of wood open, revealing the bright night sky. When I laid down, it was like the entire sky was inches away from my face.

"This is amazing!" He said as he took the view in.

"I have a feeling you don't do this much." I said.

"In London, you don't see the stars as clear as you do here. With all of the lights and noise of the city, it's hard to enjoy even the few that you can see." He said. His life was much different than mine. I might not understand every aspect of his, but I could plainly see that he was not used to doing something like this. I had no clue how much more time I would have with him, but for the time that I was granted, I was determined to show him some of life's little beauties, away from the camera flashes.

Will this be the last time that Robbie and Lizzie see each other? I hope you all enjoyed reading chapter 4 as much as I did writing it! Remember to R and R and follow/favorite! :)

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