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Sorry this chapter took me so long to write. Now my shortest chapter yet but later it gets better. Be prepared for flashback city.

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Chapter 13

From one star to the next

All gasped at seeing a famous person standing in their doorway. Silence filled the room until Ally spoke up.

"We know who you are….Oh my gah, can you autograph something for me?"

Haley nodded. "Umm sure, if you promise not to drink any alcohol for a week. Haley caught Reagan's eye with a smile.

"Umm sure." Ally stood quickly and took a blank autograph book out of her backpack. Miles snatched it from her and started flipping through the blank pages.

"Darn I thought it would be a diary. Why do you have this thing anyways?"

Ally snatched it back and handed it to Haley. "Just in case. Mind your own business anyways."

Haley smiled and handed it back to her signed. "Umm ,anybody else? I need a moment alone to talk to Reagan."

TJ and Quinn shook their heads while physically removing themselves and Ally out of the room. Miles waved his hand. "Nah I'll just steal that one from Ally. Or Reagan can get me one when she becomes a superstar. By the way my name is Miles. Better remember it because you will be screaming it later sexy!" He winked and Reagan groaned.

"Guys! Can you leave?"

Miles laughed and walked over to the door. "Whatever you say baby doll. We both know you won't be able to resist for long."

"Wanna bet? Now scram!"

Miles left and John got up and walked over to where Reagan was sitting on a chair. He hugged Reagan and whispered something like 'Good job' in her ear before leaving.

"Some friends…" Haley started with a laugh. Reagan nodded with a huge smile.

"The best. By the way, you were amazing tonight. You wowed everyone. You are one of my favorite singers, I own every cd. And I'm not trying to be a suck up for the record."

"You did a great job too. Listening just now, you sure do know a lot about clothes. Here I am ,one of 50's most beautiful people, vh1's best artist of the year, mtvs best woman singer, and all around famous girl. And you know more designers then I do."

Reagan laughed and Haley sat down next to her. Reagan turned to her. "I came from a poor family. When I dream, I dream big. It's what gets you through a hard day of work, dreams. And in your spare time you have lots of time to study your dreams."

"But your shirt…I've never seen anything like it before."

Reagan looked down at her shirt and refolded her hands in her lap. "I make my own shirts. It's sort of a trade mark. I wouldn't call them original because I use sayings from aim icons, or jokes. But I hate buying a shirt knowing someone else in the world owns that same exact one. It's a way to express myself I guess." She bent her head down with a thoughtful smile and it gave Haley eerie shivers. Something about this girl she recognized, she couldn't tell from where.

"What's your last name again Reagan."

Reagan began to wring her hands in her lap and stared down at them. Her voice became slightly nervous and anxious sounding. "Jones. Why?"

"Just Jones?"

"Well…no. Jones hyphen something. But I'm allowed to give out that information, it's part of my contract."

"I promise not to tell. Superstars honor."

Reagan chuckled. Her mellow voice could be heard, even in her light laugh. "I idolize you, I trust you, don't get me wrong. I want nothing more then to meet you, and get to know you as a person, to interview you, and more. Even though I am not famous, I want to be. Nothing can stand in my way. I was an accident child, and somewhere along the lines that means I have prove myself worthy to live in this world to myself. I chose the route most suited for my personality. I chose to work, no matter how hard, for something that's bound to bring me down. Fame is life ruiner, but I would do anything for that feeling of belonging when you're up on stage with a million eyes peeping up at you. Anything small thing can screw everything up for me. For my own sake I can't trust anyone." Reagan eyes meet Haley's. Reagan looked afraid, hanging in the air for her idols answer. "My managers are trying really hard to conceal a past I'm not ashamed of, but that could ruin everything. You know?"

"Yea I know." Haley answered quietly. It sounded like what she had been telling herself ever since she got on that bus. "I know exactly how you feel."