A/N: I know that in the song, they had never met, but this is just what came out. So, enjoy.:) And thanks for the awesome reviews! Oh, and did I imagine that Eclare moment in tonight's episode? Eeeep!:D So cute!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or Superstar.:(

Superstar by Taylor Swift

This is wrong but

I can't help but feel like

There ain't nothing more right, babe

Misty morning comes again and I can't

Help but wish I could see your face

Eli Goldsworthy. Famous rockstar. Hottie of the year. Aspiring musician. Sexy, screamo artist. Goth.

All these words can be used to describe the brooding male musician. And many more, too. But to me, he's much more than that. I love him.

I know what you're thinking: how could I possibly be in love with a famous rockstar, who I've never met, most likely never will, and has no idea I even exist.

Well, it's simple. You see, Elijah and I were neighbors, when we were little. We grew up together, became best friends. I eventually fell in love with him, though I'm almost positive the feelings were not mutual. I know this because, why else would he take off and leave, going off to tour with his up-and-coming band, without so much as a goodbye hug? Well, that's what he did.

When he turned 18, he took off with his band to the states, hoping to be discovered. They were, and they didn't plan on coming back.

They formed the band when they were fifteen. Who are they, exactly? Sav Bhandari, lead singer; Peter Stone, guitarist; Adam Torres, bassist; Drew Torres, drummer; and Eli Goldsworthy, keyboarder. They started playing together for fun, writing songs about random things; it became a hobby. But when they got a little older, they decided they wanted to be more serious about it. So, once they were all 18, they packed up their instruments and left.

Like I said, I never got my proper goodbye. What I got was a text; a text that said, 'I couldn't do this without you. Thanks for supporting me, but now we're on our way to the states. Maybe I'll see you again, someday.' Some best friend he is, right? But despite all that, I still love him, even to this very day. He left 3 years ago, today. I hear about them in magazines a lot. They seem to be doing very well; they're very successful with their band. They are all still in the band.

When Alli found out about how they're coming here for a concert, she ordered front row tickets. She had been dating Drew when he left, and she asks Sav about him, sometimes. And of course, she still talks to him. She ordered tickets for her, Fiona (dated Adam), Anya (dated Sav), my sister Darcy (dated Peter), and me.

Alli knew about my feelings for Eli. All the girls did. We're best friends. We started hanging out after our boyfriends, well in my case, friends started playing together. Alli and I were already friends, but we all got closer then. We're like sisters. Alli's the only one who still talks to anyone in the band. Which would be Sav.

So, right now, I'm getting ready at my house for the concert, which we'll be leaving for, shortly. After I got out of the shower, I walked to my closet and pulled out some black skinny jeans with a grey, off the shoulder top. It was long-sleeved, and had grey and black stripes going across it. I got out a crystal heart shaped necklace to go with it and my purple and black wristbands. When I was all ready, I grabbed my purse and headed to Alli's house, where we were all gonna meet up at.

When I got there, everyone was there, except for Darcy, who was always the last one to show up.

"Ugh, Clare, tell your sister to be on time for once!" Alli complained while anxiously pacing around. I could tell she was really nervous; this would be the first time seeing Drew, since they left. She didn't give me details, but I don't think they ended on a good note.

"I'm here!" Darcy exclaimed, bursting through the door.

"C'mon, let's leave, already!" Anya said, rushing to the door.

And I knew from the first note played

I'd be breaking all my rules to see you

You smile that beautiful smile

And all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like

I can't take my eyes off of you

I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl

Who's desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall

Superstar

***At the Concert***

They all piled into their seats, waiting for the show to start.

"I'm not so sure I want to be here, you guys," I said, nervously.

"Clare, come on. You've been in love with the guy since you were 8. Don't you at least want to see the guy?" Darcy asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, but not with thousands of other women screaming for him. Women ten times prettier than me." I muttered the last part, not wanting them to hear. Of course, they did.

"Clare. You're gorgeous. Stop putting yourself down. Eli loves you, too," Fiona said, sympathetically rubbing my back with her freshly manicured hand.

"Thanks, Fi. But I just want this night to be over with," I said, willing the tears not to fall.

Right after I said that, the lights went out in the stadium and everyone got quiet. Suddenly, the guys walked out onto the stage, and cheering erupted from the crowed, with the exception of us. All five of us gasped in shock at seeing them for the first time in three years. Drew walked to his drums, Eli to his keyboard, Sav to the mic, Adam to a spot with his bass, and Peter with his guitar. They must not have seen us, because they didn't give any indication of it.

They gave an introduction and started playing the first song. I watched Eli the whole time, wishing that he would somehow notice me and talk to me after, though I knew that would never happen.

Halfway through the show, though, I could've sworn I saw Eli grin and smirk at me. I couldn't be sure, though. I mean, why would he? He hasn't even tried to talk to me since he left. I got the one text. After that, I couldn't even know if we were on the same planet.

After the show was over, we all piled into our cars and drove home. I was upset that I didn't get the chance to talk to him, but what was I expecting? Him to pull me up on stage and whisk me off my feet and proclaim his undying love for me? Yeah right. Though, in my dream that night, that was exactly what happened.

The morning loneliness

Comes around when I'm not dreaming about you

When my world wakes up today, you'll be in another town

And I knew when I saw your face I'd be

Counting down the ways to see you

And you smile that beautiful smile

And all the girls in the front row scream your name

***The Next Morning***

The next morning, I woke up with a headache and an ache in my heart. The sound of my alarm clock woke me up; it was still set to the play the same song it's had since I was fifteen: Eli's band's song.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, to get ready for work. I had a towel on my head and was making a pot of coffee when I heard my doorbell ring. Who the hell would come to my house at 6:00a.m.? After I turned 18, my parents decided to move all of their things out and give me the house. My dad took the apartment they had been sharing, and my mother found a place to stay, near her work and the church.

I got to the door and looked through the peephole. I didn't see anyone, though. They must've been standing off to the side. That's when I saw it: a familiar black hearse, parked right in front of my house. My breathing hitched in my throat, and I could feel my headache coming back. I got butterflies in my stomach like I always had with him, and when I heard the bell ring again, I snapped out of my trance enough to open the door.

I swear I stopped breathing when I saw Eli standing on my porch, with that same smirk plastered on his lips.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, trying to make it louder, but failing miserably.

"Great to see you, too, Clare," he replied, his words dripping with sarcasm.

I managed to roll my eyes, and stepped to the side, motioning for him to come in.

He obliged, stepping inside, taking in the familiar surroundings. My house didn't look quite the same, though; I managed to personalize it with the money I had been saving up.

"Back to my question," I said, wanting him to leave so I wouldn't get crushed again, but so desperately wanting him to stay.

"I saw you, last night." He said this bluntly.

"You did?" I was surprised.

"Yeah, you didn't see me wink at you?" he asked, shocked.

"I did, but I thought I imagined it," I confessed, lowering my eyes at his chuckle.

"Look, you can't just waltz in here, like that. You hurt me," I said, my voice raising a little.

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I wanted to say goodbye-" I knew there was more, but I cut him off. I wasn't finished.

"Why didn't you? Three years. It's been three years and you never called me once! It broke my heart when I got that text from you, saying that you just left, without so much as saying goodbye to my face!" There were tears stinging my eyes, and for once, I didn't wipe them away. I let them fall, showing him how much he hurt me.

He looked at me with a guilty and hurt expression, though I don't see how he's the one who got hurt here.

"You were my best friend, Eli! You left me here like I was a piece of dirt! You didn't even call me! You texted! I don't live that far away, you know. You could have walked over and said goodbye to my face!"

I was sobbing freely, at this point. He walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I struggled to get out of his hold, smacking his chest with my fists, but he wouldn't budge. I gave up and sobbed into his chest. His hands started stroking my hair and rubbing my back, and I couldn't help but feel comforted. Despite everything, I still loved him, even three years later.

"Shhh, Clare; it's okay. I'm here now. Don't cry. I'm not leaving," he whispered in my ear, trying to calm me down.

"Yeah, for ten minutes, until you get bored of this town and decide to leave me, again. I was in love with you. I was stupid enough to think you felt the same way, until you left. That killed me, Eli." I felt his body freeze up when I said I was in love with him.

"You- you loved me?" he whispered, pulling away to look into my eyes. His held shock and I think relief.

"No, I love you. As in, still do. But you obviously never felt the same way. I'm probably the reason you left, huh? Couldn't take hanging around me, anymore? Is that why you left?" I accused, ignoring the hurt look in his eyes.

"Clare, you are not the reason I left! You're the only reason I wanted to stay! How could you think that? I love you, too, that's why I couldn't say goodbye in person. I didn't want to hurt you," he said, looking and sounding serious.

"Did you ever think that by not saying it in person, you hurt me more?" This just didn't make sense to me.

"I know, and I've regretted that every single day since. I regretted it as soon as I got in the car to leave. I wanted to, believe me, I did. But I didn't think we'd even get this far. I thought we'd be gone for a few months and come home."

Then, something he said clicked in my brain. "Wait, did you say you love me?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to get my hopes up.

He chuckled at my tone and said, "Of course, silly. You never got my signals? I've loved you, ever since I met you. How could I not? You're amazing."

With that, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with as much passion possible. He was shocked, but kissed me back, with the same amount of passion. When we finally broke apart, I whispered,

"I love you, superstar."

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like

I can't take my eyes off of you

I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl

Who's desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall

Superstar

You played in bars, you play guitar

And I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are

And you'll never see, you sing me to sleep

Every night from the radio

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like

I can't take my eyes off of you

I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl

Who's desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall

Superstar

Sweet, sweet superstar

Superstar

A/N: Cheesy ending!:D This one's a LOT longer than the first two, which I hope is good. This did NOT turn out how I had planned. I originally was gonna have it be exactly like the song, with her never even knowing him, but this is what came out. I like it, but I still think I should've made it more like the song. Oh well. Give me your thoughts in a review?