Chapter Three- Obsessive Fans

It was the next day around eight o'clock and there was nothing to do. Tori had gone back to home. Well not home, there was another race in another city. Anyway I was sitting upside down on the couch; my hair was on the floor with my guitar under it. I hadn't left the apartment all day. In that time though I had written lyrics to a song I had been working on. Now if I looked at another piece of sheet music I was sure I would throw up. Slowly I walked over to my room and fell down onto the bed without bothering to change into my pajamas. There I just cried myself to sleep. I missed Trent so bad. I never really thought about him when I moved to Chicago. One of the reason I moved to Chicago (other than to be close to the studio) was to run away from memories of Trent and Reefside.

The next morning I sat at the table eating a bowl of applejacks. I was so tired. I kept waking up last night; my face covered in tears. Something about Trent was haunting me, but I couldn't figure out what exactly. I finished my breakfast, but didn't feel like moving so instead I just laid my head down onto the table. Sometime later the phone rang. I woke up and looked at the clock, it was two hours late. I answered the phone and it was my agent yelling at me for being late to an appearance. I dashed to my room and got dressed at the speed of light.

At the restaurant opening (where I was appearing) there were tons of fans and tons of other celebs. I was sitting at a table talking to Ashley Tisdale and Ashlee Simpson when randomly a fan came up and sat at the table.

"Hello, I'm Ricky." He said and we all nodded a little freaked out, we had no clue who this guy was and he seemed a little weird. Apparently he didn't notice.

"So the other day, I walked into the pet store and there was a dead fish in one of the tanks." He said facing me.

"Interesting." I said still freaked out by him. Who comes to a restaurant and tells people they don't even know about what they say in a fish tank at a pet store anyways? This guy seemed just a little off his rocker.

"So then…" he continued

"Do you want something? An autograph? A picture? A hug?" I asked hoping he would leave

"No. Anyways…" he started up again and ended up telling some long boring story. Ashley and Ashlee were listening, but they looked more confused and scared than interested. It was then when I noticed how close Ricky was getting to me. He was slowly edging forward in his chair. Also I couldn't get him to stop talking. I would open my mouth to say something and he would just keep going on and on. Every one of his stories kept getting more and more personal. Some of the stuff he was telling me was stuff I didn't want to know about anybody let alone some creepy guy I didn't even know.

Finally he finished a story about his Uncle's funeral. He described everything in detail. While he was doing that he kept getting closer and closer until he was practically in my lap. I glanced at Ashley and Ashlee, but both had left completely freaked out by Ricky. Slowly I stood up hoping that Ricky was too wrapped up in his story to notice. Of course he did though so he stood up while talking. I turned to leave and he stopped talking in the middle of his sentence. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He pulled me into his chest and started rubbing my arms. "Let go of me!"

"I love you too much." He said rubbing my face and bending in for a kiss

"Dave!" I cried for my bodyguard while jerking my head out of the way so he missed my lips and only got my cheek. Dave came rushing forward, but the problem was there were so many people in the room he couldn't get to me. Ricky started kissing me everywhere and getting way to personal. Apparently he didn't care about people's personal space. I started screaming now for anyone. Ricky was touching me in places that I shouldn't be touched.

Dave finally got to me and tried to pull Ricky off of me. Ricky wouldn't let go of me though and he had a really tight grip. I could feel him bruising my arms. Dave finally broke Ricky's grip, but doing so made me fly backwards into a table. Trent came out of nowhere and caught me just before I hit my head into the table. By now I was sobbing so he just held me there until my body started to relax. I cried into Trent's chest. I couldn't see anything, but I heard the police come running in and then I could hear Ricky struggling. I was so freaked out though that I almost completely blacked out. From what I do know though Trent picked me up and he and Dave brought me home.