A girl swears her eternal love to the man of her dreams. The only problem is, he’s a super-popular rockstar who doesn’t even know she exists, and he’s about fourteen years her senior. Still, she will stop at nothing to make him love her, even if it means defying the laws of time and space…

A.N. Hey all! Thank you so much for clicking on my story, and even if it was an accident, you should read it anyway!! Special thanks go out to Kaitie and all her help. Read her stuff on darkspirit-wolf. Thanks again!  -Jill

Class of 96'

Prologue

Have you ever noticed how much taller things are when you're on top of them, looking down? A three-story building has the same effect on you when you're balancing on its edge. Forty feet down was the ground and nothing to stop me, or slow me down at least, if I fell. My stomach had already fallen through every floor and splattered all over the pavement. I could feel that already.

But alas, I had no choice, and really, it was a nice warm night. The ledge I was on hung over the school green room, my favorite room, and the creek below flowed steadily. Frogs even croaked quietly on a night like this. If only I wasn't trying to break into the school, it would've been a pleasant middle-of-the-night date spot.

My school was Calahoosa High in southern California and it was 1993. Yes, the scene was fully equipped with the rustling palm trees and a balmy atmosphere, and yes, it was quite beautiful there. However, I should've only been three years old at said time and the last thing on my mind was: 'Gee, what a beautiful night.'

It was more like: 'What the hell am I doing here?'

So as you can see, it wasn't very pleasant, unfortunately. Riveting? Exciting? Yes and yes, but definitely not pleasant. And at the most awkward moment when everything was silent, guess who broke the suspension?

"Cali, what'r you doing up there?" Jason called. I nearly jumped off the narrow side in surprise.

"What do you think?" I napped at him, startled. His cute, brown, squinty eyes did not waver from my tone and he continued to gaze up at me. What a- sigh. Never mind.

"Are you getting the Play- uh, thingy back?"

'YES!!!' I screamed in my head, and only in my head. 'And it's all your fault!'

Of course, it came out as:

"Uh-huh."

"Let me help!"

"Fine. Go and make sure no one comes. Distract them if they do, okay?"

He nodded; brown eyes as unchanging yet, and went off on his duties. I was really mad at him. The little couch potato. I'd leant him my Playstaion 2 in all anticipation that'd he'd just have fun and play with it a little bit here and there and maybe even spend a few whole nights on it on the weekend. But no! He spent the entire two weeks he had to do a science fair project playing, non-stop, that stupid Sonic Heroes game!! And when the time arrived that he needed a science project…

Here, I should probably start all over from the beginning, thirteen years from that moment on the siding ledge. Trust me, it will make so much more sense.

Chapter One

My Obsession

When you here the word Greek god, what do you think of? Curly locks, slender yet toned aesthetic, tanned body, beautiful dark eyes? Okay, how about: Who’s your favorite idol? Musician? Actor? Does the same person just instantly jump in your head? Someone you just absolutely love and admire?

He does for me. His name is Brendan Boyer, and I am completely in love with him. Not just, 'Oh God, he's so hot.' I've heard/processed/lived his music, studied and digested every lyric, and have memorized his book to the point of it becoming my bible.

Any obsessions? Everyone has one, no matter how minor or excessive. Mine's his band, MARQUISE. I have every c.d., import, sample, DVD, poster, t-shirt, sticker, etc. Healthy? Anything but. But it does make me feel good. Their music, I mean. It makes me feel really good. Those feelings you get that you just can't describe, so I won't bother to try, but you know what I mean.

Well, Brendan Boyer was that beautiful, dark, curly haired, sweet-lipped, guy with the most insanely gorgeous voice whom I'd loved for seven years at the time, and I'd made every precaution I could to insure I'd meet him.

Y'know, every wishing pond at the mall: 'I wish to meet Brendan.' Every first star in the sky on every single night: 'I want Brendan.'

'Brendan, Brendan, Brendan......'

But I truly think what finally brought the gods to answer my plea was the meteor shower of summer 06'. It was a very good summer, by the way. I turned sixteen in July, I was getting my license in a month and twenty-four hours, give or take, and there was a meteor shower on my birthday! Lucky me!

I was having a pool party that night with my closest friends, Nicole, Stefanie, and Kaite. There'd been another party earlier, but this one was kind of the after party for me and my buddies. It was a warm, serene night in good ol' Corn Field Land, (Indiana). By the way, the crow on the commercial that always goes: "There's more than corn in Indiana!" is a lying bastard. I don't know if you have him on TV in other states, but surely every one in Indiana and surrounding area does. He's always advertising some theme park.

Anyway, I swear that night every shooting star received an 'I wish I had Brendan Boyer' from me. Every single one, if it's possible. And guess what I got?....

Part Two

That night I awoke from the strangest glowing light in my room. At first I figured it was my cell phone- damned thing, but once I realized it was a woman, I instantly shot up.

"Who are you?!" Was the generic and first question to leave my constricted throat. And the next question commonly used by people who are having the average 'Twilight Zone' situation, as I most certainly was, was: "What's going on?"

Only I'd said that quietly and in astonishment because she was clearly radioactive, and yet living. It was kind of like that Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns thinks he's alien and is all glowy and stuff. Except, she had hair, which Mr. Burns lacks, sad to say, and it was long and pretty and waving like from the manga Stefanie and Kaite read all the time. Nerds. :)

And she had the meanest look on her face.

"Are you Cali Young?" She asked grumpily. I don't think she was very happy to visit me, and I definitely wasn't happy to have a woman with a radioactive half-life looming about my room and me without any protection.

"Uh, yeah." I responded shaky.

"Okay then, let's get going." She pressured and she signaled me to follow. Of course, I answered:

"What?" And she turned around and snapped:

"Look kid, you said you wanted to meet Brendan, right?" Her blue eyes gleamed with irritation.

"Yeah, but how-"

"Well, I'm giving you that chance, okay? Now c'mon!"

Like the idiot I am, my reaction was 'Alright!!' and the rest was like a dream. You don't think at all of what you're about to do, you just go and do it. Well, I was half way asleep and I half way thought it was a dream, so I leapt up out of my bed and ran to her. After that is big, bright, blue blur, which is almost an alliteration. Yippee. There were lights spinning and rushing and time flying in both directions beside me. Voices mixing and my head spinning. Now add the Twilight Zone do-do-do-do if you must.