Chapter 1

Tom Elliot… who is Tom Elliot?

Well, he’s a pop star, the one everybody loves. He’s got everything, he’s hot, he has a great voice and he is a wonderful dancer. He is as famous as any 16 year old can get. He is tall with chocolate brown hair and green eyes.

And who am I? Well my name is Aly Thompson. I am 15 years old, and I love Tom Elliot, I listen to his music everyday. I’d do anything to meet him. I am the typical girl who’d do anything to get noticed.

I know this might sound like any book you find on the “teens” shelf at Barnes and Noble, but I promise there is a reason to why this story is written here.

Anyways, I’ve already told you who I am, and that I love Tom Elliot. I love him so much that I begged my parents to let me go to his concert. And since it was taking place at a theater that is only two blocks away from my house; they let me go with Rebecca, my best friend who is also 15 like me.

That night, I was as excited as anyone could be; I was going to see Tom Elliot, and meet him too, since Becca’s aunt had an important job at the theater, though we were only going to say hi to him and go, I was really nervous because I was going to meet my dream, in person! I just couldn’t believe it!

The concert was amazing, every song he sang I felt like his amazing olive green eyes were looking at me. Becca and I were having the time of our lives. We knew the words to all of his songs.

Then, the time was here, we were going backstage, I was about to faint. I felt my heartbeat in my ears; I couldn’t believe what was happening.

As we walked in backstage I saw him standing there in the hallway, he was smiling and talking to his manager about the concert.

We walked up to him.

-Hey! - He said.

-Well, there he is. - Becca’s aunt said. – I’ll be back in a second. –

- So, hey girls what are your names? – His smile was so so so cute in person!

- I’m Aly – I said. My knees were trembling and my heart was beating really fast, I felt like I had a knot in my throat. And my stomach felt like it was being squeezed.

- My name is Rebecca. –

- Nice meeting you girls, so, how old are you guys? –

-We are both 15. – Becca said.

-Sweet. – He said. – We should hang out sometime, it was nice meeting you, but I need to go now. Hope to see you some other time. –

We hugged goodbye and just when he approached me, I kinda kissed him? Okay, I kissed him; I guess I just panicked… I figured it was my only chance to do it ever. Then Becca’s aunt shouted:

-Girls we need to go! –

I pulled away and said:

-Uh, sorry, great meeting you, bye! -

And we ran into the door on the end of the hallway where Becca’s aunt was and we went home.

-What was that? - Becca asked.

-I don’t know, I guess I panicked. – I said.

- Well, that was awesome! I wish I had the guts to do that! – Becca said smiling. She was my best friend; I never got tired of being with her.

That night, I couldn’t fall asleep, I kept thinking about that kiss.

Then I decided I would pretend that that kiss had never happened. Tom Elliot was no longer my obsession; I wanted to start playing the guitar and get over that trauma once for all.

The next day, at school, Olivia Scott approached me.

-Well, how was the concert with the love of your life? – She said with a stupid fake smile

‘Awesome’ I said inside my head. But I just ignored her.

-Did your love, Tom Elliot kiss you? – She continued, trying to upset me.

‘Something like that’ I said in my head still ignoring her.

-Do you really care? Or you are just here because you are jealous you didn’t go? – I responded. Oh, I can be mean if I want to. –Are you jealous that the closest you’ve ever been to him has been when he’s on a poster? Please stop wasting my time and go kiss your stupid posters, yeah thanks. – And I walked away.

Months passed and I was finally getting over Tom. I met a guy called Tyler, he played the drums, but we were never anything than just friends. Te concert had been in February, it was now June. I was almost sure I was over Tom Elliot but then, his tour came to my city again and he was going to stay there for like a month or something since his parents had an apartment here. Was I over Tom Elliot? Oops.

‘I am over him, I am over him, I am over him, I am over him’ I repeated in my mind while looking at a poster. ‘Am I really? Yes I am’

Colorful Minded

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