Disclaimer: Don't own Diary of a Wimpy Kid or Devon Bostick, unfortunately. I'm only writing a fictionalized version of him.

Friday, 7:29 p.m.

Hollywood Premier Cinemas Multiplex Theater

Outdoor Meet and Greet

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"Oh my God, oh my God, I can't believe I get to meet the Diary of a Wimpy Kid stars!" Kelsey, Danni's little sister, was bouncing up and down in line, trying to get a better look.

Jade smiled to herself as Danni tried to calm her down and stop embarrassing them. She was so glad she didn't have a younger sibling to deal with.

She adjusted her black skirt and cleavage-enhancing top and ran a hand through her perfectly-styled hair. She was wearing strappy sandals for once, which she hated, but Danni had insisted they made her legs look longer, thereby making her look older—which was exactly what she was going for.

"I swear, if getting someone sexy to play the wimpy kid's older brother was the producers' attempt to hook teenage girls into seeing this movie, it sure as hell worked!" Jade huffed after she noticed a cluster of pretty teen girls pointing to him and giggling. She did not need any competition here. Luckily, they were behind her in line, so she'd have a chance to get to him first.

"Yeah, seriously!" Danni chuckled. "So, what did Beck say when you showed him your celebrity list?"

"He asked me why there weren't any girls on it! He still remembers the one time I told him I thought Rachel McAdams was hot." Jade rolled her eyes. "Like I'd actually put a girl on there…he'd like that way too much!"

"Girls should already be freebies!" Danni laughed. "You don't need no list for that!"

"I know, right? And then, he starts working on his list, and he just has to pick a fight with me about everyone he even considered!" Jade pouted, even though she knew she had been the one to start more than 90% of the arguments. "He actually wanted to put Katy Perry and Zooey Deschanel as one person, since they look so alike. Can you believe that?!"

"Wow…he's lucky he's cute! If he wasn't, I'm sure you woulda had him in a death grip after that!"

"Oh, I smack him around plenty," Jade grinned. "And I actually let him do it, since I'm like, the world's coolest girlfriend. At least I got him to take Emma Stone off his list."

"It was the least he could do." Danni nodded sympathetically.

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Finally, after about an hour of waiting in line, they got to the table where Devon Bostick was signing autographs and taking pictures with fans.

Jade flashed him her best come-hiether smile and stuck out her chest, watching in satisfaction as his eyes zeroed in on their target. Perfect…he'd noticed.

"Aren't you ladies a little old to be into Diary of a Wimpy Kid?" Devon asked them teasingly, his eyes still fixated on Jade.

"I'm just here for my little sister." Danni gave Kelsey a shove forward, but she raced to the far end of the table to get the wimpy kid's autograph first.

"And I'm just here for you." Jade smirked, getting straight to the point. With famous people, she knew there was no room to play games. "Jade West." She said, sticking out her hand to shake his. "AKA your worst nightmare. Or your wildest dream. Depending on how you look at it." She winked.

"I see," he grinned, releasing her hand. "And how old are you, Jade?"

"Well, I just turned eighteen, which is old enough to be into you," Jade lied.

"Can't argue with that…not that I'd want to." Devon looked her up and down, and Jade fought the urge to let out a fangirl scream. She couldn't believe the effect he had on her.

Jade had never gotten why people were so obsessed with celebrities, but now she could sort of understand. They had an excess of money, fame, and looks; the three things people wished for most. They knew how to use their assets well, and they were charming as hell. And of course, there were the bragging rights.

"Well, I better go find my sister. And I better hear a good story from you later!" Danni nudged and winked at Jade, then went to look for Kelsey. Meanwhile, a guy behind Devon who looked about his age (probably his friend) smacked his arm.

Devon turned back to her, hesitating. "Uh, well, thanks for coming by! Do you want me to sign something?"

Jade rolled her eyes. "Okay, listen, hoser. I'm willing to forgive you for being from Canada on one condition. You take me to the afterparty." She smiled devilishly, her gaze unwavering from his deep brown eyes.

"And just how do you know there's an afterparty?" He cocked an eyebrow, looking back at her with equal captivity. God, his voice was sexy. It had the perfect amount of huskiness combined with natural bad-boy charm.

"I'm not stupid." Jade chuckled. "There's always an afterparty." She said knowingly.

The annoying guy behind him smacked him again. "Devon, you can't bring any more groupies!" He whisper-hissed. "They said you can only bring five people!"

"Well, then you're out, she's in." Devon whisper-hissed back. Jade silently cheered. That should show him.

"What?!" The guy asked in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

"Uh, which part of her are you not looking at? C'mon man, she's jailbait! You woulda done the same thing!" He looked back at Jade, his dark eyes flickering with mischief.

And at that, Jade actually felt herself blush. And that was extremely rare—it was reserved for those few occasions Beck did something incredibly sweet and special that swept her off her feet. And this guy could get her to blush with one compliment, which wasn't sweet, or direct, even. Stupid famous people.

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Friday, 11:57 pm

Beck's RV

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Beck tossed a jalapeño pizza flavored Cheez-It into the air, hoping to catch it in his mouth. He missed.

Too lazy to try again, Beck grabbed a handful from the bag and shoved them in his mouth. If Jade were here, she'd be the one throwing them in his mouth. Well, actually, she'd probably make him eat something healthier, like grapes, because she didn't want him to get "flabby." No, actually, she wouldn't let him eat a midnight snack at all, because it was "unhealthy" to eat this late.

And that was why he was glad he was presently in the company of André, who was currently sitting next to him on the floor of his RV, watching a rerun of That 70's Show absentmindedly as he scarfed down a pack of Oreos.

"Man, that Mila Kunis is one fine piece of woman!" He grinned appreciatively at the actress on the screen.

"Yeah, seriously." Beck grinned back. "So glad I put her on my list!"

"Isn't she a little old for you?" André asked.

"Yeah, but Jade made me take off everyone good who was even close to our age." Beck explained. "Did you get to see the final draft of my list?"

"No, I tuned you guys out after that big argument about why you should take off Emma Stone. Still can't believe you let her win that!" André chuckled.

"Dude, that's nothing. She also said I couldn't include Alyssa Vaughn, Selena Gomez, or Victoria Justice because she looks "too much like Tori."" Beck used finger quotes to emphasize her ridiculousness and rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong with Gomez?" André glanced at him curiously, taking a sip of blue Gatorade.

"Apparently, she's a fake, Little Miss Perfect famewhore who can't sing live to save her life because she sounds like a hamster on helium, and she doesn't deserve even a little bit of all her fame and fortune. That bitch is a perfect example of how all you really need to succeed in Hollywood is a pretty face, tons of connections, and preferably your own Disney show. And the fact that she dated Nick Jonas, Taylor Lautner, and Justin Bieber when they were each at the peaking points of their fame is obviously a desperate ploy to keep people interested in her and distract them from the fact that she has absolutely no talent whatsoever." Beck repeated Jade's rant in a monotone and André laughed.

"But she's so fine! And she obviously likes the younger men!" André said.

"I know, right?" Beck rolled his eyes again and shook his head. "Well, at least she let me put Katy Perry and Zooey Deschanel as the same person since they look so much alike."

"Still not a fair deal." André grumbled.

Beck sighed, knowing he was right. It was actually even more unfair than André thought. Jade had agreed to the Katy/Zooey thing, but she made it clear that if he put them as the same person, it would be a double-or-nothing deal. And that meant both at the same time or neither. And a celebrity threesome would be highly unlikely, so that knocked down his odds of scoring with them even more. But at that point, he was so fed up with her conditions; he put them both as one anyway just to piss her off.

Of course, Beck wasn't about to admit that to André; he'd just laugh and call him "Tile Boy" like he'd been doing all week whenever he let Jade get her way. When Beck asked him what that meant, he'd just replied "Trust me, you're better off not knowing!" and laughed.

And that pissed him off a little, because he wanted his friends to think he wore the pants in the relationship. And sure, he could give her time-outs and threaten to not talk to her for the rest of the day, but when it came to other girls, she was basically a Nazi.

"So who else was on your list?" André asked curiously.

Beck pulled a crumpled piece of notebook paper from his backpack and handed and to André.

"So many crossed-out names…" André looked over the list and laughed. "Miley Cyrus, really?"

"What? I liked her pole dance!" Beck mumbled uncomfortably.

"Isn't she engaged now?"

"Yep, perfect time if she needs to get anything out of her system! Maybe I could be the stripper at her bachelorette party!" Beck laughed.

"Yeah, good luck with that." André said. "And where's my boo, the lovely Megan Fox?"

"I thought I'd play the odds and leave her out. She can get anyone, and she's a little old for me too."

"Well, she's younger than Mila Kunis…"

"Wait, is she really?"

"I think so. Hang on, I'll look it up…" André opened Beck's laptop, and took a minute to scroll down the Slap, which was set as his homepage. "Dude, Jade didn't have some guy named Devon Bostick on her list, did she?"

"Uh, I think she did, actually…why?" Beck asked cautiously.

"'Cause she just met him." André was staring wide-eyed at some pictures she'd posted, and Beck looked over his shoulder to get a closer look.

Jade had been at some kind of Hollywood premiere party, and there was a guy (tagged Devon Bostick) in almost all her pictures. There was one of them eating some fancy cocktail shrimp together, one of her with him and all his friends, one of all of them raising their glasses, one of her jokingly giving him a lapdance, one of them with their arms around each other…

Beck shut off his laptop, breathing heavily. He couldn't bear to look at that anymore. He knew he had asked for this, but that was only because he wanted to be able to talk to Emma Stone and other famous girls and maybe hang out with them without Jade making a huge deal over it. He didn't think she would take it seriously and actually try to meet the guys on her list.

What did this guy have that he didn't anyway? Sure, his hair wasn't terrible…but Beck's was still better…right? And so what if he had already been in a few movies? Beck would be even more famous than him one day.

So why was she smiling at him like that in those pictures?! Jade barely ever smiled!

"Dude, you okay?" André asked after he saw Beck's hardened expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" He muttered. "I just think Jade's list could use a few adjustments."

Beck knew he'd said he'd understand if Jade kissed someone famous, but suddenly the thought of her lips pressed against another guy's made his stomach churn.

She was going to change that list, whether she liked it or not.

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A/N: Thanks so much for the 35 reviews last chapter everyone! Think I can get more for this one? I'm hoping to reach 100 by the end of this story, and that'll mean the world to me since I've never gotten 100 reviews on a story before. :D

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