a/n: hola! thanks to the huuuge response you guys gave me, i've decided to go on with the story, hahah. but seriously, i love you guys. 39 reviews?! you're all amazing (: -hands out cookies- if you didn't get a review response, sorrry. i'll definitely respond by tomorrow!

anyway, this is the second chapter of PP. (yes, i'm labeling it as PP. hehe) obviously. so yeah... hope you enjoy!

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Chris

Grinning, I leaned in and peeked behind the wall. Mom was pacing around with a worried look upon her face, while Dad looked slightly relaxed, only frowning in frustration when trying to adjust his tie. After fiddling with the thing for a moment, he moved and set down a giant cardboard cutout of me, which, to this day, still freaked me out every once in a while.

"He's late." Mom stated, stopping in front of Dad. I snickered and looked at the newest edition of Starstruck Magazine in my hand. "What's With Wilde?!" were the bolded words on the front page. Apparently, the paparazzi had snapped a particularly nasty picture of my face yesterday and posted it on the magazine.

My mom was going to very upset.

"Don't worry, he'll be here." Dad had said. He patted her back comfortingly.

"You need to manage him better." Mom accused.

He looked at her, "Hello? We both manage him."

Mom ignored his last statement. "He needs to know opportunities like this don't come everyday!"

"He knows," Dad replied, "He's not a kid."

I put down the magazine and hopped into the living room, hands stuffed in the pockets of my shorts. "Yeah, what's up?"

Mom gave me a disappointed look, "You're late." She reminded me.

I smiled. "Sorry, Mom." She sighed and gave me one of those cheek kisses. She'd actually learned it from Alexis. Apparently, you needed precise time and location on where to cheek kiss a person.

"Hey," Dad greeted, "How're you doing, son?" He gave me a big bear hug and patted my back.

"Great." I shrugged, then on remembering that Alan Smith was coming to make a movie deal with us, added, "Very excited."

Mom looked at my casual clothes distastefully, "Oh honey, honey, honey!" I refrained from rolling my eyes. Again with those sweet-pie nicknames. Pie nicknames. "You could've cleaned up a little bit!" She went on.

"What?" I asked, sniffing my armpits to make sure my deoderant still protected my 'man-odor', "I'm totally clean."

She sighed, turning toward Dad. "He looks like a street kid, not a movie star."

"Oh, he looks fine," Dad reassured her, "Just be yourself, Christopher."

I smirked, "Okay, Dad."

As the doorbell rang, Mom gave a little girsqueal and ran to get the door. Dad turned to face me, his hands resting on my shoulders. "Okay, this is it, bud." He let go and clenched his fists, setting them out in front of him. Because of my completely amazing comedic skills, I copied his movements and grinned, mocking him. "This is your chance at what we've always wanted," he continued.

I returned to my original position, nodding. Yeah, except it was more like the chance they've always wanted. I was perfectly fine with being just a singer, but after one fan suggests I star in a movie, my parents go crazy. After hours and hours of talk of the subject, they finally just decided to call several movie companies in California. It went on for weeks, over and over until someone finally said there was a spot open in a new movie I could audition for.

Though it wasn't like I wasn't excited for this movie deal or anything. Being in a movie almost always meant success. Even if I didn't like to admit it, I liked success. And of course, I didn't want to disappoint my fans. Like I've said a billion times, I wouldn't be where I am without them. Another plus was that Stubby was always there to help me through anything and everything.

The only thing I wanted was that Jess would somehow magically appear and go partying with us or something.

Stupid "sea-level" fame rules. I really missed Jessica Olsen.

No lie.

"Alan!" Mom said, gesturing towards the living room, "Please come in!" She seemed a little overexcited.

"Sherry, Daniel." He acknowledged my parents and grinned. He, too, seemed exuberant about this. He looked around the wide room and commented, "Great place you got here."

"Oh," Dad said, shaking his hand, "Actually, it's Christopher's. We just kind of work here." I laughed and shook my head. They always liked to make it seem like they were my actual managers and not just my parents.

Alan faced me and held out his hand, "Christopher Wilde!"

"Mr. Smith," I replied, smiling and shaking his hand.

"My daughters are big fan of yours."

A smile erupted on my face, "Oh, great!"

He stepped aside and continued to stare at the interior of our house. "Wow. This is great!" He chuckled, his eyes roaming over some posters of me. "I love this," He pointed towards them, "I love this!" He raised his arms and yelled out as if he were some famous rock star. "Rock and roll! 'Ello Cleveland!" He turned and sheepishly laughed. Without waiting for an expression, he turned back around and began to look at the CDs placed on the ledge.

After about a minute of ranting, he looked at me and raised his eyebrow. "Alright, you know, let's just get right to the point. I've been watching you."

As if that wasn't creepy at all.

"And... I like what I see."

I tried not to laugh hysterically as thoughts of gross perverted people crossed my brain.

"You are a talented, talented kid." He nodded at my parents, "He's a talented kid."

"Great!" Mom exclaimed.

"You sing, you dance," He paused, "I hope you can act?" I smiled, thinking of how I had to act like I was in love with Alexis everyday.

"Because I'd like you for this movie." He finished. Mom screamed in excitement.

"Thank you, sir." I replied, "I mean, coming from you this would be such an honor--"

"But my people don't necessarily agree with me." He cut me off. Mom and Dad looked taken aback. "See," He held up another copy of the Popstar Magazine, showing the front cover, "All they see is a spoiled punk who likes to tango with the paparazzi." I glanced to my right and saw Mom shaking her head at me.

Dad rushed to defend me, but Alan stopped him. "You have to prove that you're a serious and committed actor for this to happen." Upon seeing the confused expressions on our faces, he went on to explain. "On Monday, I'm going to meet with my people, try and sell 'em on you. In the meantime, you keep your pretty little face out the tabloids. No press. Good or bad. Okay?"

I nodded, "I can do that." Yeah, I could dodge the paparazzi. All I had to do was wear a cool disguise and stay away from Alexis when going out in public. It'd be great.

"In fact, stay home." He suggested. I must've looked surprised because he then added, "Look, kid. I know it'll be hard to stay at home without going to crazy parties for a couple of nights, but you need to know that chances like these come once in a lifetime." He stared hard at me, "Okay?"

"Okay." Chances like these came once in a lifetime. I shook my head. Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before.

--

Jessica

You'd think after hours of talking about Christopher Wilde, my sister and AJ would get tired and stop.

But I guess that didn't apply to them.

"Oh, he's just perfect!" Sara and AJ squealed as they flipped the page and a pop up picture of Chris came up. Somehow, in the midst of all the packing and checking off things on the to-do lists, Sara had managed to convince Mom and Dad to let her take AJ along with us. Why they'd agreed, I had yet to figure out.

"Oh, Sara! Did you bring your camera?" AJ asked, flipping her blonde hair to the side.

"AJ," Sara replied outrageously, "Of course I did!"

AJ grinned, holding up their scrapbook of Chris Wilde, "Because we still need pics of Christopher Wilde!" They both squealed again. I groaned and slapped my forehead. Over hearing about Chris while sitting next to the two fanatics on a plane for 7 hours, waiting for Mom and Dad to get that rental car and drive us back to Grandma's and still listening to them talk about the famous star, I was going nuts.

They stared at me. "Are you okay?" AJ asked, snapping her gum.

"Oh, don't worry." Sara said, "She's just tired of all the Christopher Wilde talk."

"Why are you both so hung up on this guy?" I asked, sitting up.

"This guy?" AJ asked, her mouth dropping open. I swear, she had the ugliest jaw ever.

"Now you see what I live with?" Sara asked, pointing towards me. "Little sister, just because Christoper Wilde used to be your best friend does not give you permission to trash his name! He is very important to us."

AJ stared at me, her mouth open and eyes wide, "You know Christopher Wilde?"

"Used to know him." I corrected her with a hard edge in my voice, "Now I have no idea where and what he's doing."

"Well we do!" AJ said, holding up their scrapbook. "We know where and when he's likely to be every second of every day."

After a while, their talking finally died down and Sara sighed, staring at the book in my hands. "You're such a dork. You brought summer homework?!"

I smirked, "Uh, no. It's called reading. You guys should try it sometime."

They both feigned offense at the words. "What?" Sara asked as if that were the most ridiculous thing she'd heard in her life. She gestured to herself, "I read!"

"So do I!" AJ added rather defensively.

I dug into one of the duffel bags and brought up an issue of a Starstruck Magazine. "This? It's all pictures."

Ignoring my last statement, Sara snatched the copy away from me. "Don't touch that!"

"Gladly." I replied as Sara began to dust off the magazine. As usual, Chris was on the cover-- in fact, he'd been on the cover ever since he'd become famous.

As the two crazies began talking about him again, I glanced at their outfits. Sara was dressed in a bright orange polka-dot dress, complete with a plaid cardigan and a white purse. AJ was wearing almost the same thing, except in purple. I held back a smile. They were obviously dressed as if they were going to meet Chris. Like that was going to happen.

"What's taking them so long?" Sara whined, looking back towards the car rental, "Just get us a car already so we can go meet Christopher Wilde!"

I grinned as an image of Sara and AJ fainting when they saw Chris popped in my head. Maybe they would eventually come in contact with him. That'd certainly be a sight.

A few hours passed; we'd arrived at Grandma's, AJ and Grandma exchanged surprisingly friendly remarks, Sara and AJ kept talking about Chris, and everybody had finally settled down in the house.

"Jessica, dear." Grandma said after a while, "Would you tell Sara and her friend up there to stop pacing? They're creating draft."

I obeyed and ran up the stairs. "Guys," I said, stepping into the room she and AJ were sharing. "Grandma says stop pacing. You're creating draft."

They both turned to me, their eyes shining with excitement.

"We just got a call from Mitchie." Sara explained, "She just had a chat, about a text, according to a blog about Christopher Wilde. He's singing tonight at Alexis Bender's birthday party!"

Without waiting for a reply, they both said at the same time, "We have to go!"

I laughed, "Good luck convincing Mom and Dad of that." There was no possible way our parents were going to allow this.

Before I could leave, Sara blurted out, "Go with us!"

I turned back into the room, giving them a weird look. Yeah, like I was going to risk seeing Chris again. "No."

Sara beamed, thinking that her plan was, of course, brilliant. "Come on, they'll let us go if you go too." AJ nodded quickly in agreement.

"How many times do I have to say this?" I groaned, "I'm not interested in meeting that stupid guy again. I am sick and tired of hearing his name. He's all you guys ever talk about and--"

"We'll shut up." Sara said abruptly.

Both AJ and I stared at her, "What?"

"If you go with me, and I meet Christopher Wilde, I'll stop talking about him."

"If you go with us." AJ snapped.

I raised my eyebrows, staring expectantly at my sister. There was obviously something else she had in mind.

"...For the rest of the trip." She finished.

"How about the rest of your life?" I suggested

They both brought their hands up to their chins and walked towards me, faces molded into that puppy-dog look. "Pleeeease?"

There was no way out. I reluctantly agreed, and proceeded to draft out a plan that included not seeing Christopher Wilde's face. And it would work out. Christopher Wilde may be only an hour away, but I wasn't going to let that affect me at all.

--

Chris

"Since when do you want to party with my parents?" I asked, laughing at the solemn expression on Stubby's face.

"Are you kidding me?" He replied, "The caterer is from Argentina. There's going to be steak... for dessert."

"Tempting," I said, "But I promised Alexis I'd sing at her birthday. I'm not going to let her down."

"Let her down?" Stubby repeated, "You hate her."

I cracked a smile, "Not to the tabloids."

He groaned, leaning backwards, "You and your stupid friendship rules!"

"Yeah, they work for you, don't they?" I reminded him, "Stay at my house for free, eat my food, drive my cars--"

"Okay, okay." Stubby interrupted, "And in return, you get to hang out with myself." He pointed arrogantly towards himself, "Albert J. Stubbons. Best friend since fourth grade!" After seeing the nostalgic expression on my face, he added sheepishly, "I mean, besides you know, Je--"

"Yeah."

An awkward silence filled the moment. After a while, Stubby took a deep breath and pointed towards me, "Let's do this." He got out the car and marched up to Alexis, hugging her and wishing her a happy birthday. I chuckled at the confused look on her face and moved to put my hood up. I looked outside again and saw a girl with auburn hair, posing and smiling with a baffled looking Stubby. I leaned in and looked closer. The girl looked too familiar.

She spun around and smiled brightly again, recollecting and reposing herself after a blonde shoved her out of the way. I looked even closer and recognized the features.

Sara?

It couldn't be...

Could it?

What was she doing here?!

I wanted to go up and ask her, but there was no time for that. Stubby was probably walking quickly towards the back door and I needed to get there. Jogging around the club gave me a few minutes to think. If Sara was here... wouldn't Jess be too?

Stubby opened the door and gestured for me to enter quickly.

"Looks like we pulled it off." I commented.

"Heh," Stubby laughed, "What would you do without me?!"

I tore off my jacket and traded it for a new one. "Our birthday girl Alexis Bender has a special guest tonight!" A loud voice rang over the intercom. As I walked on the stage, I looked out at the crowd for Sara. Her parents would have only let her go to the club if Jess had tagged along with her. They were both here, I was sure of it.

Now all I needed to do was sing that song, wish Alexis a happy birthday, and find Sara, who would somehow eventually lead me to Jessica. It was truly a perfect plan.

Too bad my plan didn't work out... and I had to run into the pretty brunnette a completely different way.

--

Jessica

I refused to look at him.

Even though I wasn't technically looking at him.

Okay, I didn't want to watch him.

So I just sat there in the front seat of our Grandma's pink car, arms crossed, waiting impatiently for Sara and AJ to get back so we could go and play shuffleboard back at Grandma's. Sure, shuffleboard was annoying but anything was better than this.

"That's right, I'm in my shades,"

Urghh! I slapped the side of my head, trying to get myself to think of someone-- something other than Chris. I hoped he was only performing one song; so then I could get the heck out of here.

"You're the main attraction,"

I groaned and bonked my head again. I was definitely not the main attraction. Who even wrote his songs for him anyway? Did he write them himself? Why did he choose to perform that song anyway? It was the only song that I hated on his album-- it made no sense whatsoever.

"No you can't see me,"

You're totally right, Chris. I can't see you. Not at all. But then, as if my head had a brain of its own, it snapped to the right and looked up at the screen. Thankfully, Chris wasn't on the screen; Stubby was, dancing and moving his arms and legs around.

"Shades on like a rockstar, and I'm busting out the best moves so far,"

I couldn't help it-- I grinned. Stubby hadn't changed at all, still jumpy and being that pretty-boy he'd always been. After another minute of rapping and doing his crazy moves, the camera panned back to Chris and I jerked my head away.

My phone buzzed, indicating that a it had received a text. Might be a while. STAY IN CAR. -Sara. I widened my eyes and rolled my eyes. There was no way I was going to wait here for another five hours while they tried to run around and find Chris. I was going to have to take a big risk and go inside.

Grabbing my things, I stepped outside the car and crossed the road, stopping in front of the entrance to the club. There were too many people. I turned around, trying to look like I knew where I was going. Following a road that looked sort of safe, I walked until I saw a door. Stage Door. Authorized Personnel Only.

I shrugged and walked up anyway. Who cared if it was "Authorized personnel only?" I reached for the handle, but someone from the other side opened it first, knocking me down.

"Oh!" A voice gasped, "Did I just hit you?"

"No," I remarked sarcastically, "The door hit me by itself."

"Oh, this is not good." The guy in front of me said.

"For you or for me?" I asked, "Because right now if it feels a lot worse for me."

"This is really not good." He repeated, looking around wildely.

I squinted through my blurry vision. My eyes widened, and I let out a gasp.

Squatting right in front of me was the last person I'd wanted to see. He was the reason I hadn't wanted to come to Los Angeles in the first place. He was the reason I hadn't wanted to come to this club with Sara and AJ.

I almost burst into tears-- and not only because of the pain in my head, but I somehow held it all in.

For the second time tonight, I refused to look at him. I refused to even open my mouth and utter out words.

"Hey, are you oka--" He looked closer in the darkness and it was obvious something clicked in his brain. He poked my arm to make sure I was real, rubbed his eyes a few times, and looked again.

He leaned in a little closer, smiling weakly. Our eyes locked for a minute. Then, he opened his mouth and let out a sheepish, "Hey, Jess."

a/n: heya. thanks for reading! hopefully we can get as many reviews as last time, it'd make me smile like crazy. lol

smile like the sun: you loved it, and are going to wait patiently for the next chapter. :)

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who can figure out the song according to those code word-things? here's a hint: uncle kraker. hahah

oh! and who can find the SWAC-related name in the last chapter? i totally forgot to ask you guys. lol. so yes, review? (:

-hayley