A/N: Hellooooooooo :) You guys have made my year... I can't thank you enough for your lovely reviews.

Flying-DANDELION: Thank you! I'll try to update at least every week, I have Open University to do though, so it might not be consistent... I try to update quickly though :)

ninaz08: I'm relieved that you think that this story's different from the other musician ones! I'm not too sure how long this will be, I expect under 30 chapters, but I don't know. No, this won't stick to the original story line, but it won't be unrecognisable.

amandald98: I love bacon *sighs* :P I don't like him either, I suppose he's like Marmite (Or Vegemite), you either love 'im or hate 'im. Or be controversial and not bother to hate or love him.

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roxyxsmith: Thanks SO much for your reviews. I always find your reviews so encouraging :) Was he weird in a good way or a bad way? I also knew someone like Joe, it's not a nice situation to be in, I hope your situation wasn't too gruesome ;) I'll try to include more Caroline in future chapters.

ErynSidhe: Thanks for pointing that out, I fixed it! If you find any more mistakes, then please don't hesitate to tell me :)

Well, on to the next chapter! Please review! And sorry it's so short...

I was relieved to be back home.

Darcy was confusing and Caroline, she was just outright creepy. I sank into my bed, sighing with delight; I wouldn't have to run out of the house in my boy-legs in case some crazy zombie tried to murder me.

Actually, I would. My family's like that.

I had just closed my eyes when my mother burst into my room, yelling, "Is it true! Is it true!" I opened one bleary eye and saw my mother hopping around my room in delight.

See, I told you so.

"Is what true?" I said, tiredly. She thrust a magazine into my face, "This!" I pulled back a bit and squinted at the trashy tabloid.

I gasped.

It was a picture of Darcy and me kissing on the beach, when Caroline had attacked him. I hadn't thought that there were photographers nearby. Obviously, I was wrong.

I flipped to the section that's dedicated to us, the couple of the century. I gasped again, there were loads of picture of us. Darcy and I walking back up the beach, his arm around me, Darcy carrying my bag of CDs that they had also pictured him buying for me, Darcy and me, Darcy and me, Darcy and me.

As if my life couldn't get any more complicated.

What would Darcy think of me? Wait. I didn't actually care what he thought of me anyway. I'll get this all fixed up and that'll be the end of it.

My mum was watching me eagerly, "SO!" She yelled and then a younger girl's voice spoke. I looked past her and saw Lydia and Kitty, the twins, standing in the doorway, "Sorry, I didn't hear you." I said wearily, rubbing my head with my index finger and thumb.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "I said that just because you're famous, doesn't mean you should keep all the good-looking ones to yourself. They'd prefer me anyway, I'm not so... uptight." She added and Kitty pouted at me.

"It isn't true, I had to pretend to be his girlfriend so that this other girl wouldn't be all over him. He asked me to do it." I said and my mother's face crumpled.

"Ella-Rayne Violet Grace Bennet! I swear you are the cause of my nerves! Why if you would just-" I blocked out her ranting and walked out of my room. It seemed I wouldn't be getting peace any time soon.

Ironically, my mobile started ringing and I glanced at the caller ID before answering. It was Holmes. I pressed the answer button and held it up to my ear.

"'Lo Holmes."

"What. Exactly. Is. This!" He didn't sound happy. I couldn't blame him, I wasn't either.

"It's not what it seems."

"Then what is it? You'd better explain yourself."

"There's this girl, he hates her, she throws herself on top of him, tries to French him and there's nothing he can do about it, since she's his best friend's sister. So he asked me to do it if he did a single with us. As you can see, I accepted. I can't stand the guy though, so you have nothing to worry about. Honestly, you are way too protective."

"So you're not together?"

"Nup."

"You're being honest? Not trying to placate me?"

I sighed, "Holmes."

"OK, sorry. Bye."

"G'bye."

I hung up, sighing. I didn't want to think about the hoards of paparazzi that would be bombarding my house tomorrow. At least Lydia, Kitty and mum wouldn't mind. My phone rang again and I picked it up.

"Seriously, Holmes! Can't you just believe me!" I snapped into the receiver.

"It's not Holmes." A deep voice answered and I stopped, confused.

"If you're hoping to get an interview out of me-" I started slowly, about to throw my phone away.

"It's me, Darcy." I groaned, of all the people that could've phoned me up, of course I got Darcy.

I sighed, "Wonderful."

"I'm going to ask you what do you think you're doing? How could you sell these... monstrosities to these low-class magazines! It's not like you're not famous enough already! You could ruin my whole career with this... This... Lie!" He snapped back angrily.

"Firstly, it was your idea to pretend that we were going out! I can't believe you wouldn't even consider that there could be paparazzi! Shows what a genius you really are. Secondly, I did not get people to photograph us, have you even thought that someone might not like to be seen with you?" I finished sarcastically, getting my orange juice out of the fridge.

"How could I know that they would come even though Charlie had paid them off? And don't even bother denying that this won't help your career. I am an independent singer, lesser known, yes, but I appeal to a higher class. Being associated with you might just ruin that."

"I can't believe you! I'm not widely liked among lesser classes, just so you know. Even if I was, I wouldn't care, because I'd know that I'm still bringing happiness to people. It's not all about money," I paused for a minute, "or you, for that matter. I'm done with you." I hung up on him, doing a little victory dance. I loved getting the best of somebody.

I was jumping around the kitchen chanting, "Oh yeeaah! Oh yeeaah! Woo HOOO! Make way for mightayyyy Ellaaaa!"

Then my phone rang again. I picked it up, still strangely elated.

"YeeeellO?" I said cheerfully.

"You didn't hang up properly." Darcy's voice sounded somewhat amused.

My heart stopped in my chest.

"Uh. So, you, uh, heard?" I asked, trying to sound composed.

"Yep. Was it the first time you've ever beat somebody, which you didn't actually, in a verbal fight?"

"You're an arrogant pig." I said, before hanging up, pressing the hang up button until it broke.

My day was officially ruined.

Ruined, I tell you.