A/N: Hey, guys... It's been a while since I've uploaded anything... But, I've recently been watching sort-of old Disney movies (like StarStruck) and fell in love with Sterling Knight... and this story. Even though a part of me tells me that I'm over the age of thirteen. But, what does that part of me know?

So, here it is! Hope you enjoy! And keep in that this is my first fanfic for this particular subject... so it might not be very good. It might be really cheesy since I was listening to really cheesy songs during this. Or really bitter and sarcastic, depending on the mood that I wrote it in.

ANYWAYS, Disclaimer: I do not own StarStruck. This purely out of joy. If I did I would've made the movie come out a bit later so that Sterling Knight could sing all of the songs.

Enjoy!

STARSTUCK: a few months after StarStruck

I walked inside the school for the beginning of my senior year. As soon as I entered, I wished my sister Sara wasn't across the country going to UCLA and living with Stubby. I wished she was next to me to take all of the attention. Everyone stared as I walked past them to my locker and opened it to reveal the empty locker. I opened up my bag and dumped my magnet photo frames and a calendar. I had one of my family and one of me and Chris. I remember that when he gave it to me he smiled at me and looked at me with that look. He said that he wanted me to always look at him even when he wasn't around.

Christopher Wilde was officially my boyfriend. He would constantly remind me that it was going to be hard, and for a while, I didn't believe him. Until now. Now, he had to go back to touring, so he would only call me in the morning (or at night, depending where he was) and send me random pictures during the day. He would be constantly texting me and I would send him some crazy pictures without any incentive. But everyday I wished that I was graduating the same year as Sara, so that I could be living with Chris by now. And everyday, I would make my rubber band slap my arm pretty hard because I had promised myself that I wasn't going to be that girl. You know, the one that gives up everything to be with the guy? If I was going to do something it was going to be for me and my benefit.

Although, I could make a pretty good argument to why moving across the country to be with Chris would be good for my benefit.

The only picture I put up before I headed to my first period was of Christopher I put in the side of the locker, and I left all of the rest on the bottom of the locker for later.

…

Six Months Later

Everything was going great. Christopher was finishing his tour by going around the U.S. He even got me tickets and backstage passes to every show that he was going to do in or near Kalamazoo.

I was walking out of the school and towards my brand-new-car-to-me that Sara had given me about a month ago when she came to pick up the rest of her stuff, when I was pulled back by my wrist.

I pulled my hand back and huffed as I straightened my coat. "Excuse me, but who do you think you are?"

I didn't even look up as I slid on the sunglasses that Chris had given me. The guy in front of me smiled charmingly down at me and I realized that would've charmed me a year ago. But now that I had Christopher and given the amount of times he sent a way more irresistible smile or wink or look... or anything really my way had me down to a puddle of goo.

The guy continued to stare as I rolled my eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, this is ridiculous. I'm out of here."

I walked away and quickly got into my car, so that he wouldn't have the chance to catch up with me.

As I pulled out of the school parking lot, my phone rang. I answered and put it on speaker and dropped it in the drink container.

"Jess?" A voice called.

"Chris!" I greeted, happily.

"Where are you?" He sounded strange, as if he was worried.

"On my way home... Why is something wrong?" I asked, with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh, no... It's just that I got a e-mail... it's nothing really." He still sounded concerned... and hurt.

I slowed down as I approached my house. "Chris, it can't be nothing. It's obviously bothering you."

He sighed. "They're pictures of you with some guy."

"Uh... by guy do you mean Jake? You've met him and you know he's harmless." I reasoned as I parked in the driveway.

I unbuckled my seat belt and switched off the speaker mode and grabbed my backpack from the seat.

"No, I've met him. This guy is someone I've never met and he's grabbing your hand and pulling you back..." He stopped and seemed to swallow. "And it says that they were taken a few minutes ago."

I slapped my forehead and said, "You mean that creep that grabbed my wrist and pulled me back? I don't know him either. I stood there looking at him, waiting for him to speak but he never said anything. So I left. And then you called."

He sighed. "Okay, they're just rumors then."

"Does that mean you believe me?" I said, with a tiny voice.

I stood outside my door as I waited for him to respond. "Of course, Jess, you're my girlfriend."

I smiled and said, "Well, Chris, I'm at my front door now if you must know. And I'll call you before I go to sleep. But expect some good pictures from me now."

He laughed. "Okay, Jess. Bye. Love you."

"I love you, too, Christopher Wilde. Even when you're being all sensitive and vulnerable and jealous..."

"I was not jealous." He stated, plainly.

I let out a laugh. "Oh, you were definitely jealous."

"I was not." I could practically see him frown and blush from here.

"Yes, you were. But don't worry, it was cute and a little bit... sexy. Just don't make it a habit." I warned as I dug for my keys. Great day for my parents to disappear in the middle of the day.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"And if you do get jealous at some point, just... talk to me, okay? I find it very sweet that the first thing you did was call me." I said as I pulled out the key and opened the door.

I closed the door behind me and ran up to my room.

"Did you just call me sweet?" He said, and I could sense the smile over the phone.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't I always?"

"So, maybe... I'll call you when I get out? I'm getting ready for sound check..." He trailed off.

"Okay, I love you. Hey, when are you coming?" I asked, really quickly before we hung up.

"Um, two days at the latest. Maybe I can even get out and be there when you get home tomorrow." He sounded really happy. "I love you, too, Jessica Olsen."

I mumbled a 'bye' and collapsed on my bed. I knew I shouldn't be getting my hopes up for tomorrow, and then I stopped myself. This is Christopher, we're talking about here. The same one that came to my dance last year to apologize and ask me out. The same one that stayed for about two weeks even though he had work to do just to give me a proper first date. The same one that flies in every month to take me out. The same one that asked my father if for permission to ask me to be his girlfriend. Even though, I was already going out with him.

I should expect him to be here by tomorrow late at night at least.

…

I got dragged to a crafts club meeting by my best friend, Melissa. I shrugged out of her grasp and reassured that I was going to stay and that I'd only be gone a few moments while I called my parents.

I pulled out my cell phone and hit the first speed dial.

It rang for a couple of moments before my mother answered. "Hello? Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Hey, mom... I just called to say that I'll be home around four because there's a crafts club meeting

today." I muttered.

She laughed. "Melissa?"

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"Okay, but hurry."

I nodded before I cleared my throat as I realized that I wasn't actually facing her. "Sure, mom."

We both mumbled quick good-byes before I rushed into the semi-deserted art room.

….

Chris POV AT JESSICA'S HOUSE

Jessica's mother ended the call and said, "Sorry, Christopher. She's going to be home around four. Would you like to wait... or did you already settle in to your hotel room?"

I nodded and said, "I already did, but could I stay? I'm kind of hiding from the paparazzi's."

She nodded and said, "You can watch T.V..."

I nodded and said, "That's fine."

I spent the next hour staring blankly at the television screen.

…

JPOV

I sighed as I tried to rub off the glue residue off of my fingers.

I gave up and grabbed my bag as I got out of the car and went straight for the door. I opened the door and quickly before saying, "Mom, ugh. Remind me to never, and I mean never, go with Melissa to some club ever again. I've got glue residue all over my fingers..."

I would've kept going with my complains but I was stopped by a mouth invading mine. I sighed a little as I melted against him and grabbed his jacket to ensure that he'd stay.

"Jess," He sighed against my lips before pulling away.

I sighed and hugged him tightly. "Chris!"

He hugged me back and said, "I've missed you."

I was about to respond but I was cut off by my mother. "Kids, it's been three weeks since you've seen each other and you call each other everyday..."

My dad and dragged my mom upstairs, "Leave them, honey. Remember when we were that young?"

That was the end of that.

But at that moment I could honestly say that it was going to be this way forever. Hopefully. Damn, I need that rubber band.

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