Love Thy Neighbor

Disclaimer: This story\'s characters, settings, and storyline belong to me.

Note: So, my first completely original online story...ever. This is one of those, \"Two people who were meant for each other, and no one knew\" sort of thing. It isn\'t all about sex (That\'s why it\'s R, not NC-17), because it actually focuses on romance...

Contains: Sexuality, language

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It all started at the mall. I was keeping my head low and my hood up, because a crowd would form if anyone noticed who I was. I\'m a famous singer and actress, and I\'ve started my own TV channel (With a small group of friends and one snobby adult) with anime shows for teenagers.

Now do you get it? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, it was that very day when I firs saw the person that changed my life.

There was some weirdo...no, some individual...walking through the hall, going in the oppisite direction from my path. He was wearing some sort of long-sleeved, hoodless cloak thing that had a slit at the front that reached his waist. He was wearing black pants and what I could only assume was probably a black turtleneck underneath. The cloak/coat/thing was trimmed with gold, and there were golden buttons down the middle. He was wearing roughly knee-length black leather boots, and black sunglasses. His face was wide and rather pale, and he had high cheekbones and roughly neck-length stringy black hair.

Now, it was obvious that he had gone for some \"Gothic Michael Jackson\" or \"Intimidating Rock Star\" look. Or maybe he was just weird. But as we passed each other, I accidently looked up...he pulled his sunglasses down as if to make sure he was really seeing what he thought he was, and I saw that his eyes were brownish-black. Egh. Scary.

And then it was over. We had completely passed each other. Suddenly, I felt pathetic, standing there in my girly blue boots, matching coat, rainbow hat, and grey pants (What? I need to have good camoflauge!), feeling nothing like a star. Because celebrities shouldn\'t be so surprised about how other people are. At least, that was what I thought.

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Later that day, I was hanging out at my humongous house with my friend Rachel (What? Celebrity eighteen-year-olds have friends. We\'re not aliens.), watching TV and being bored out of our minds.

\"Wanna order a porn show?\" Rachel grinned, \"It\'s only three bucks and I\'m in the mood to see guys fucking each other.\"

I nearly fell off the couch. \"Just kidding!\" she assured me. And then I saw it. The commercial.

The lame new song called Freakshow was playing, and written in letters meant to resemble dripping blood, the screen read, \"RION, THE RISING STAR OF ROCK, IN CONCERT!\" and went on to describe the cities the tour would be in and all that crap.

Then...Rion (Which I later learned was pronounced like the words \'wry\' and \'on\' put together) was shown onscreen. This time, I actually DID fall off the couch. It was the guy from the mall earlier!

Rachel asked me what was wrong, and I said, \"I saw him earlier today! He must be really full of it, that bastard, to walk around like he\'s LOOKING for attention! Especially since he\'s apparently new to fame!\"

Then, I heard it. Freakshow, the crappy heavy metal song with hard-to-hear lyrics. No, not some staticky radio airing, but the real thing. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere near.

\"Aaaand we have a crazed fan!\" I said in my famous Cliche Announcer Voice.

Rach shook her head, \"No. Gee, ever since he was on Cribs, I thought everyone knew where that guy lived. It\'s right across the street from here.\"

Since I was already on the floor, I just fell over.
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To be continued...