Starstruck, a hannah montana fanfic

Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana. It was all that I ever heard about. Talk about overexposure. The news always seemed to mention her and even worse she was basically all that my little sister talked about. She had an incredibly obvious crush on her. It seemed to be a little bit obsessive if you asked me. I didn't understand the obsession with celebrity culture. It wasn't like they were any better than the rest of us after all. People needed to stop putting them on a pedestal above everyone else and maybe things in the world would be better.

Maybe I should back up. My name is Alex Russo and I am a senior in high school. I'm probably the only person in my school that doesn't love Hannah Montana, even though I didn't have a problem with her music. I even liked some of her songs, but the hype was so much. It was exhausting.

"I love Hannah Montana." My sister Maxine stated as I stepped in front of the TV. "Alex!"

"Or I'm sorry, Maxine, am I blocking your view of what's her face?" I snarked.

"Yeah and you can get out of the way at any time." She retorted.

At that point, our parents entered the room.

"Alex, Maxine, get your suitcases." Dad declared.

"You need to hurry up and get packed because we're leaving for the airport right after school tomorrow." Mom added. We were going to see my brother Justin and his wife Juliet in Hollywood.

"In less than 24 hours I'll be in Los Angeles with Hannah Montana." Maxine gushed as she went through some of the clothes. "What if she picks me up at the airport?"

"Why would she do that?" I questioned. I did not understand my sister's delusions sometimes. She probably needed to see a therapist about this obsession that she had.

"I'm an original member of her fan club, I follow her on Twitter and I text her every day." She replied. She didn't seem to realize that Hannah wasn't doing any of that. She had a bunch of people tweeting and answering those texts and whatnot. "Trust me. She wants to meet me."

"Is it too late for me not to have a little sister?" I asked my mom.

"Yes." She replied.

"Then can I stay home?" I begged.

"No because your brother is expecting you." She answered. He would probably be okay without a visit from his family.

"Plus you're a minor and it's illegal." Dad added. I was like a month away from turning 18 and I was pretty sure that that was not true.

"Everyone shut up!" Maxine interrupted. "They're talking about Hannah."

"The beautiful Hannah Montana picked up 6 American Music Awards last night." The reporter said. "And her new album Montana Max just went triple platinum."

I didn't understand how this girl was so popular. She didn't even write most of her songs. Granted, I did like the ones that she did write, but that wasn't the point. Anyway, she said some sort of generic thank you to the press that sounded like she was reading from a script.

"She is so amazing." Maxine declared.

"She's definitely not amazing." I argued. "So sounds like she's reading from a script."

"She is amazing." Maxine said. "And if you knew her like I did…"

"You don't know her." I pointed out bluntly.

"But I do." She replied. "I know everything about her."

"She has a girlfriend." I reminded her. Even I knew she was dating London Tipton. Though, it mostly to try to get my sister's head on her shoulders.

The next day, we were at school. My sister was somehow head of the dance committee. I don't know why they let a freshman do it.

"You're not invited." She told me.

"Everyone it's invited. It's a school dance not an award show." I reminded her.

"Yeah and you can't dance." She stated.

"I'm just gonna to be there to cover it for the paper." I declared. I probably wouldn't even dress up.

"Are you taking your camera to California with you?" Her friend Nancy asked.

"Of course I am, Nancy." Maxine replied.

"Because we need pictures of Hannah Montana." Nancy replied. At that point, Maxine followed it up with even more delusions about meeting her. She definitely needed therapy.

There were definitely some parts about this trip that I was excited about. I did want to see my brother again, even though I wasn't sure why he had moved to LA in the first place. I also was pretty sure that I would have to drive my sister around because she wasn't old enough to do so. So there was a pretty good chance of my vacation being ruined by her. We could have gone to Disneyland where there would be no chance of seeing her.

Once we got to LA, I was in the car rental lot with Maxine. We were waiting for our parents, even though I was pretty sure that we wouldn't be renting a car.

"I can't believe you're doing homework on vacation." She said.

"I'm not. It's called drawing. It's kind of like this picture book you have but more tasteful." I quipped as I took out one of her many magazines.

"Give me that." She said. "What's taking them so long? You just go get a car so I can meet Hannah Montana."

"Maxine, I can't drive here." I said.

"Yes, you can. You have a license." She argued.

"No I can't. Sign." I stated as I pointed to a sign saying you must be 25 to rent a car.

"How am I supposed to do what I want to do?" She asked in frustration as our parents walked up.

"And what would that be?" Mom questioned. I couldn't help but wonder what she was going to say. Surely, they wouldn't be okay with her stalking Hannah.

"Go sightseeing…with Alex." She said as she wrapped her hand around me. Yup, I knew it. I was going to be dragged along into her shenanigans.

"I think Juliet has an extra car you borrow." Dad replied. "But Alex is driving."

Soon, we headed to Justin's house. Mom ran over and hugged him.

"There's my sweet boy." She said.

"Mom, you're embarrassing me." Justin replied as he hugged back.

"Hello, Mrs. Russo." Juliet interjected. "I've been taking plenty of care of Justin.

She could have been a little more discreet about that. Maxine at least looked like she didn't know what she was talking about at least, so that was good.

"Justin, it's good to see you." I declared as I gave my brother a hug.

"Alex, Maxine, it's good that you two are here," He remarked.

"Yeah it kind of sucks without you around." I stated. I then whispered in his ear. "I have to deal with her and her popstar obsession all of the time."

"I'm sure that it's not that bad." He replied.

"Trust me. It's worse." I remarked.

At first I couldn't help but wonder how the two of them could afford a house in California, even in the suburbs, but then I remembered that Juliet's family was quite rich, which made wonder why they didn't go for somewhere nicer.

At that point, the two of us saw the car that Juliet had. It was pink and ugly and I would have to be the one to drive it. It was a good thing that no one I knew was around, but I didn't want to have my cred damaged by something like that.

"You two can take her for a spin." Juliet offered. "I just fixed her up. She runs like a top."

I had no idea what that expression even meant. Why would Juliet even keep something like that.

"Yeah, a super ugly top that no one wants to be seen in." Maxine declared. That was probably not something that she should have said out loud.

That night, Maxine was pacing around her room wearing a dress. The house apparently had three extra rooms in it.

"Why are you being so weird?" I asked. I mean, she was always weird, but she was being weirder than normal.

"I just got off the phone with Nancy. She just a tweet about an Instagram about a Facebook post that Hannah Montana is singing tonight at London Tipton's birthday party." She rambled. "I have to go."

"Good luck convincing Mom and Dad that." I replied as I prepared to leave.

"You should take me." She suggested.

"No." I replied,

"But they'll let me go if you go too." She reasoned.

"How many times do I have to say that? I'm not interested in meeting a stupid celebrity. I'm sick and tired of Hannah Montana. She's all that you talk…"

"I'll shut up." She cut me off.

"What?" I asked.

"If you take me and I meet Hannah Montana, I'll stop talking about her…for the rest of the trip." She offered.

"How about the rest of your life?" I challenged.

"Please." She begged.

I couldn't believe that I was about to agree to it. I was going to hold her to that, even though I was pretty that the chances of her meeting Hannah were pretty low. So that night, I was dressed up a little, even though I didn't plan on going inside.

"Ooh park here," She said.

"This is a no parking zone," I pointed out.

"If one person stays in the car, it's not parking. It's waiting." She replied. That was not how it worked. I really didn't want a ticket.

"Just wait here." She said as she struggled to get her shoes on. I wasn't sure why she hadn't done that before. "Do it."

She went to get in line. I was pretty sure that this night was going to suck. I didn't know how I would have to wait. I should brought my sketchbook or something.

A car pulled up, but it was not Hannah, instead being her best friend Lilly Truscott. That seemed a little too easy. Perhaps the girl was going to make a surprise entrance, which seemed odd but was probably the best for security reasons. Considering a few minutes later I heard her singing, that seemed to be the case.

I hopped off the plane at L.A.X.
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess (whoa)
Am I gonna fit in?

Jumped in the cab
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous

My tummy's turnin'
And I'm feelin' kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a Jay-Z song was on
And a Jay-Z song was on
And a Jay-Z song was on

So I put my hands up
They're playing my song
The butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like yeah
Movin' my hips like yeah
I got my hands up
They're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be OK
Yeah, it's a party in the USA
Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's looking at me now
Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"

So hard with my girls not around me
It's definitely not a Nashville party
'Cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo

My tummy's turnin'
And I'm feelin' kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on

So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
The butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like yeah
Movin' my hips like yeah
I got my hands up
They're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be OK
Yeah, it's a party in the USA
Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me every time (every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright (yeah)

After a little while, I got bored waiting in the car, so I started to walk around. I headed to the back of the club. Naturally, I was not prepared for a door to open and knock me to the ground.

So I really wanted to make a fanfic of this movie since it's one of my favorites. There are a few things that you should know. There is no magic here and Hannah does not live a double life. So how will Alex react to meeting Hannah? Please don't forget to review.