highly inspired by the Disney movie, Starstruck.

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You were a pop singer, well known around your state of Tennessee and the world. After crashing your car on a barn while escaping paparazzis, you met a beautiful blonde girl.

She was pissed, but she recognized who you were. Her sister was obsessed with you, with posters all over her room. So it was impossible for her not to know you.

" Oh, so you're that singer, right?"

" Shit, I'm so sorry about your barn, I'll pay for it. How much do you want? I-I can give you whatever you want, please. Just don't call the cops. I don't want anyone knowing I'm here, please," You begged, ignoring her question. The last thing you wanted was paparazzis knowing your location.

She laughed sarcastically. " I don't want your stupid money! You killed Franco and Lily!"

" Franco and Lily?! Oh my god? Did I kill humans too? Where?!," Your eyes widened, going around the crash site and seeing if your accident was more than just killing the farm animals.

" No, you stupid! The cows," she pointed at the death cows who were laying on the hay. " You killed them, and money is not going to bring them back!"

You sighed in relieve, " Okay, um, I'm sorry. But please, just let me give you the money. I know that won't bring them back, but it'll help you get yourself more animals and fix this whole mess I did," You immediately took your phone out,
" Can I have your number so I can wire the money?"

" You're unbelievable, " She rolls her eyes.
" But, fine. I want 10,000," She ordered, and you nodded in approval. Thank god she didn't took this to court. It would've been a spicy headline for the paparazzis.

After she gave you her phone number, you transfer her the money she requested.

" Now, what are you going to do with the car? I don't want it here," she stated, crossing her arms.

" Right, um, I'll come back tomorrow for it, okay?"

" Absolutely,not! You better be calling someone to get it towed, because it's not staying here," the blonde girl let herself clear, and you scratched your head, trying to think of something more appealing for the girl.

" Okay, um, listen-," You began. " I promise I'll come back tomorrow for it, okay? The thing is, my personal road assistant is out of state and doesn't come back until tomorrow an-" she cuts you off.

" Alright, then I'll be calling the cops," She declared, taking her phone out.

" No! Please! Look, I don't want paparazzis knowing that I had an accident, please I'm begging you," You practically were almost on your knees, pleading her.

She ended up sliding her phone back to her pocket and rolled her eyes. " Okay, listen- if you don't come back for your stupid car tomorrow, I'll blackmail you, you hear?," she threatened and you nodded.

" I promise, I will. Thank you..," You thanked her, and she rolled her eyes for the millionth times. You really were a bother.

After your discussion with the blonde, you began calling your manager to come pick you up. He didn't answer, so then you called your friend-and nothing. After calling everyone you knew to no avail, you groaned in frustration.

" So..when are you leaving?," The girl asked, watching you as you tried to get ahold from your closest contacts.

" I-um-in a second.." You replied.

" Why don't you just call an Uber? Or Lyft?"

You laughed. " Last time I requested a ride with them, I almost got kidnapped for ransom, so no thank you."

She laughed and stepped closer to you. " Just get in the truck. I'll drop you off," She stated, making her way to her pick up truck.

" How do I know you won't kidnap me?," You asked curiously.

" If I wanted to do that, I would've done it long time ago," She replied, stepping inside the drivers seat. " Get in, or you'll have to walk your way home. Because from what I'm seeing, you have absolutely great friends," She said sarcastically, and before you could say anything else, you went over and got in.

As you hopped in, you immediately lowered your seat to avoid being spotted while on the road.

The blonde laughed, as she pulled away. " So, where to?"

" Um, downtown. Hills Haven Hotel," You directed, and she nodded.

After being on the road for awhile, a song of yours came to the radio, and before you could even start singing, she changed the station.

" Oh, wow-that hurt," You looked at her, the wind making her hair swift across her face. She looked beautiful now that you were staring at her closely.

" Sorry, I don't like your style," She stated, shrugging.

••

A couple of minutes down the road later, the blonde was reaching the destination," Um, can you drop me behind the building? There's an alley over there, please," You instructed.

" Why? I'm already doing you the favor of dropping you off, so stop asking for more."

" Okay, well, there's going to be paparazzis in the front entrance. So, if you want to appear on the magazines as
' who is that mysterious girl Y/n is with? Is it her new girlfriend?' and them following you home, then be my guest," You explained her the consequences, and she rolled her eyes.

With a sharp turn, she was pulling over the narrowed alley behind the building.

" Uh- thank you," You thanked, once she stopped her truck.

" Yeah, no problem," She nodded. " And you better be coming tomorrow to get your car."

" Of course I will," You nodded, stepping out of the car. Before closing the door, you lowered your head down a little bit and asked," What's your name by the way?"

The blonde stood quite for a bit, but later turn to look at you. " Sarah."

" Sarah," You let her name roll out of your tongue. " That's a beautiful name," You smiled, and she just laughed. " Thank you by the way, Sarah. I appreciate your help."

" Yeah, yeah. Just come get your stupid car tomorrow, or else you'll be damned," She stated, warning you. When you closed the door, she put her truck on drive and left.

You laughed, placing your hands on your front pockets.

She was a very interesting girl, but you liked her authentic persona. She was nothing like the girls you knew in your world of fame.

She was different, the good type of different.

and you were curious to get to know her better.