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Superstar
By danni_cj

 

I have never been in love.
Not once.
And never did I even think about it.

Although....

One cannot help if it comes around.

I can tell he likes me from the day he first saw me. And even though I tried to play hard to get, I
cannot help but like him too.

His younger cousin who was a close student of mine also knows this. She would roll her brown eyes
whenever he would come visit me during weekends while I give free tutorials for teeners that cannot
catch up with their lessons. And I would just smile seeing the two of them annoy each other.

And he wasn't just an ordinary man. No. He was more than ordinary. He's a superstar.

Yes. Gorgeous brown eyes, a beautiful smile that makes young girls scream and an attitude that's
full of high energy with a personality that's sweet as sugar, he's the perfect guy for most girls.

But not me.

And he can see that. As what Jamie quotes "Prince Charming would do ANYTHING to win his beloved
sweetheart."

He would mostly take me out on small dinners or a walk in the park or beach. Never touching, just
talking about random things, the weather, my job, his music, Jamie's writings or simply just laugh.


He's a superstar.

He's my best friend....The person I can talk to about everything. And while girls would drop dead
just to see him play, I would always be proud of his accomplishments and give him flowers in return
for the ones he'd give me.

I can remember the time when he wrote a song just for me on stage, smiling and almost melted my
heart. It was those moments that I confuse my feelings that I don't know which to side.

I don't know why I chose to remain single for most of my life. My friends back home would arrange
blind dates with men who barely even know how to treat a lady. Here in America, things are
different. Men would ACTUALLY come up to you and tell you they like you and personally arrange dates
with you. While I politely, say no to them, I could not help but feel jealous when co-workers would
bring their husbands over or their fianc?e for lunch.

And this is why many of them keep wondering what I saw in HIM.

In their eyes, they must see that I'd probably be looking for fame or attention by befriending him.
Maybe that's how the world thinks.

But, no. I saw a light in him. Curiosity probably. People like him, would usually end up taking
drugs or hooking up with women they barely even knew. Which brings up the question, why did he like
me?

I keep asking that to myself. And I desperately want to ask him that question. But, every time he
comes around and smiles, I forget.

Today he brought me a party where he taught me how to dance. And for the first time, I felt
different. With his hands on my waits, and my arms on his shoulders, I can't help but look in those
eyes. The same eyes that fan girls would scream for.

I smile, apparently feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. He laughed gently as a slow song went up. He
cleared his throat as he leaned in closer to me. And whispered something I wouldn't forget.

"I like you, you know that? As in, I really, really like you."

I laugh.

"Wow. I-I don't know what to say." But somewhere in me, I felt a deep bursting of joy.

He stared at me, eyes apparently disheartened as he sighed.

"You're the only girl who's made me feel like this."

And just like that, I gently walked away as if to avoid him. It hurt to see him sigh in the middle
in the dance floor, confused and saddened as he scratched his hair. He probably thought I didn't
like him that much. Oh, if he only knew the trouble he caused in me.

And know, here I am staring at the books in front of me; with an open window that shows the bright,
dark and starry sky. If God knows what I'm feeling right now, then please let him help me choose
what to do. I'm afraid of breaking my heart and his. Even though I knew I already did.

I sigh. He'll be back on tour again tomorrow somewhere in South America with Spencer and the rest.

Tonight, I realize that I have fallen in love with him.
Tonight I realize that he is my sweet, sweet superstar.

 

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