Cloe was pacing back and forth in front of her telephone.

To call or not to call? What was the matter with her anyway? She was never shy around guys, she never had problems with getting along with people, even people like Patsy. But this Ved Parker had confused her and her life so much in just half a day, that Cloe wasn't sure she knew which way was down and which way was up!

'Get a grip!' she finally told herself, picked up the phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper she still had clutched in her hand.

"4-7-7-0-4-2-3." She murmured quietly while pressing the numbers. She waited impatiently for someone to pick up.

"Hello, Angie Pollard here. How can I help you?" Asked a female voice.

Great! Just great! He had obviously tricked her! How could she have been so stupid? Of course it hadn't been his number! HE had probably laughed about his little joke all the way to the football field! And right now he was, without a doubt sitting somewhere with Patsy, enjoying himself immensely! Oh, how she hated that Patsy! It wasn't her fault she was popular and everything! She was nice to people! Patsy couldn't expect to be welcomed with open arms if she was mean to everyone, but herself and her mirror! Over her entire ranting she had forgotten that the receiver was still in her hand.

"Hello?" The voice called again, snapping her back into reality.

"Oh yeah... sorry wrong number." She apologized. She was about to hang up when the voice sounded once again.

"Wait! Are you Cloe Collins?"

"Yes.. Why?"

"Ved told me he was expecting your call. I'm his agent, I'll connect you right away!"

"OK Thanks." Was all Cloe could utter.

"Hello?" This time a very familiar voice sounded! She had heard it so many times on TV that she could almost- 'Get a grip' she told herself- again.

"Yeah. Ummm Hi...Ved. Imcallingbecauseoftonight." She finished very quickly, but he seemed to have understood her fine.

"I thought you'd never call!" he sounded relieved. Relieved? No that couldn't be! 'I'm obviously dreaming!' went through Cloe's head.

"So where do you want to meet up?" 'Sound casual and nonchalant! Sound casual and nonchalant' Cloe chanted to herself.

"I don't know my way around yet, so I have, like, no idea.." he trailed of.

"Well. What if I just come to your house then?"

"NO!" Ved sounded kind of panicky.

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"Because what?"

"I can't explain"

"Well. Unless you have a better place..."

"I don't, but... oh well... do I have a choice?" he resigned.

"No." Came the cheeky reply.

"OK. So my address is Sunset Drive 2334. The gathering or what ever you call it starts at 8 p.m. I don't know how long it'll take to get to the bar. So when will you pick me up?"

"Well. I guess it'll be about 15 minutes of walking, so I'll pick you up at 7.30 p.m. just to be safe."

"OK! Thanks!" He hung up.

'What on earth am I going to wear!' Cloe called Ebony over in order to get her advice. Sure Zandra was a lot better at clothes than Ebony would ever be, but if Cloe told Zandra, just how much she was interested in Ved, she would never hear the end of it! Ebony on the contrary, would be a real help.

Cloe looked at her watch. 7.30

"Dam!" She cursed and took of at a run, which I assure you wasn't easy in the high heels she decided to wear. Then she stopped in front of Sunset Drive 2334 – instantly she knew why Ved hadn't wanted her to pick him up! The house – no not house, villa- was so huge it could almost be called a castle.

She started to walk up the driveway, but was stopped by a guy whom she assumed to be a bodyguard.

"Now where do you think you're going, miss?" he asked kindly, but in a don't mess with me tone.

"I have to meet Ved Parker. He does live here doesn't he?" Cloe responded.

"Yes, but I don't think I can just let you go and meet Ved."

"But he knows I'm coming! I have a date with him.. kind of..." she started to feel uncertain.

"That's what they all say."

"But it's true!"

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble miss, but can't you please try to understand, that Mr. Parker is a human too, and doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Isn't there some way I can prove, I'm telling the truth?"

"Is there a problem?" asked a familiar voice.

"Not really, just a fan here who doesn't want to leave." Replied the bodyguard.

"That's not a fan. This is Cloe Collins! I've been waiting for her! How come you didn't know? I had Angie phone you, just an hour ago!"

"I'm sorry. Angie probably phoned Eric, but he suddenly became sick and I had to fill in. I guess he forgot to tell me before he left." The bodyguard apologized.

"All right. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." Ved smiled at him and then turned his attention to Cloe.

She hadn't dressed very differently from how she normally did. She didn't want anyone knowing about her crush on the famous Ved Parker after all. From below her black bell bottoms you could see the tips of her toes also in black high heeled sandals. Her shirt was red and revealed a little bit but not to much and her hair was simply done up in a pony tail. Ved was dressed casually too: Jeans and a black shirt that contrasted nicely with his beach blond hair – his trademark.

'man, he even looks hot when he's just wearing jeans and T-shirt!' Cloe thought and for the umpteenth time that day 'Get a grip.' Followed.

"So is it nice to live in California?" Ved asked breaking the companionable silence they had walked in for the last 5 minutes.

"Yeah especially so close to LA. People always get really jealous when I tell them I'm from California."

"Because of the good weather?"

"Maybe, there's a saying: In California summer is from January to December – the rest is spring. But I think it's because people believe, that all the big stars live in California and near LA, so they believe I hang out with famous movie stars everyday. Which of course, is total rubbish!"

"And what would I be then?" Ved teased.

"Firstly you're not really famous. And secondly I don't hang out with you everyday – in fact this is the first." Cloe retorted cheekily.

Ved laughed, but sobered quickly – he had been recognized.

"Oh no." He groaned.

"What?"

"Fans." He sighed as a group of about 10 girls made a beeline towards them.

"You have to help me get rid of them!" he pleaded.

"OK. Just go along with everything I do. I have a plan." She hastily replied.

"Oh my god you're Ved Parker! Can I have your autograph?" one of the girls squealed.

"That's not Ved Parker!" Cloe said angrily.

"Of course it is! Who else do you think he is your boyfriend?" It was meant sarcastically, but it gave Cloe an idea.

"Sure he's my boyfriend! Do you honestly think THE Ved Parker, would walk around the streets of a suburb of LA, with a no name girl like me? Don't you'd think he'd probably be off, somewhere in LA, in his limo, flirting with Britney Spears or some one of the sort?" Cloe tried to persuade the girl.

She eyed her and Ved suspiciously.

"Prove it."

"What?" Cloe asked bewildered.

"That he's your boyfriend."

"I'm her boyfriend." Ved said exasperated.

"I hate it when people, always think that I'm Ved Parker! Come on honey." He turned to Cloe put an arm around her shoulder and started to walk away.

"Oh no you don't!" the girl persisted.

"What else do you want?" Cloe asked.

"Kiss him." The girl ordered.

Cloe turned to Ved, mouthed a quick "Sorry." And brought her lips to his, kissing him – hard. After a few seconds of what was probably shock, Ved responded. For Cloe, this was a dream come true. She didn't even notice all the girls leaving – but Ved did and he pulled away.

"I'm really sorry." Cloe apologized.

"It's OK. That was the first time someone believed I'm not Ved Parker! And hey I'm an actor. It's not like I haven't kissed girls before." He said trying to sound nonchalant, but deep down, he knew that something about this kiss had been different. Cloe on the other hand was very disappointed, and didn't say another word until they arrived at "the Towers' which was the cafe where the other were already waiting.

"Hey," said Cloe, smiling when she noticed her friends gathered around their usual table.