Lovesessed

Lovesessed

By

Pamela Diane King

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Copyright 2012 Pamela Diane
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Lovesessed

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1. Dreaming

My heart beat faster as I admired his
golden tan. His crystal blue eyes locked onto mine and a thrill
took over my whole body. I closed my eyes, ready for his
kiss.

“
Phoebe, what are you
doing?” my best friend Liz demanded, snapping me out of my
daze.

“
I’m in love,” I said
dreamily dropping the magazine I was about to kiss.

“
Oh boy, here we go.” She
sighed, and started nibbling her whole wheat salad
sandwich.

“
This is a serious matter
Liz, a matter of love and death,” I said loudly.

She looked up from her sandwich. “Um,
don’t you mean life and death?”

“
Love, life - same thing,”
I said quickly, grabbing her free hand with both of
mine.

She jumped. “Phoebe, you know how I
feel about sudden movements.”

I smiled at her knowing I had scared
her again with my wild surges of energy. “Chase, my future husband,
is the most gorgeous, sweetest guy in the whole world. Just the
sound of his voice makes my heart want to burst. It’s like we’ve
known each other our whole lives. I feel such a strong connection
with him, like I can see his soul. In fact, I think he is my
soulmate.”

Liz stifled a laugh, and extracted her
hand from mine. “Your soulmate, I don’t believe in that.” She
adjusted her frameless glasses. “I read a newspaper article that
gave scientific evidence proving that we can have many so called
soulmates.”

“
Liz, please don’t ruin my
fantasy with scientific talk. This is not about data or research.
This is about dreams. I’m allowed to dream aren’t I?” I shook my
head at her “I Love Chemistry” T-shirt that was a free gift with
her favorite magazine of the same name.

“
Yes, of course you
are.”

“
You’re the only person I
can talk to about this stuff,” I said in my baby voice, trying to
make her feel guilty.

“
I’ll listen as much as
you want me to,” Liz reassured.

I smiled, satisfied that I had her full
attention for as long as I wanted to ramble on. “Sometimes, I lie
on my bed and think about Chase for hours. I picture his dazzling
smile that makes my heart flutter. He has the best teeth I’ve ever
seen, so white and straight, he could definitely be in toothpaste
commercials. I also imagine us going on dates together where we
hold hands, make sandcastles on the beach, and have picnics by the
lake.”

“
It sounds like a Disney
movie montage. You know what I think about Disney
movies.”

“
They’re too
perky?”

“
That’s putting it
lightly. But Phoebe, how can you be in love with someone you’ve
never met?” Liz asked rationally.

“
It’s like we met in
another life.” I said mysteriously, gazing out the window at the
clear blue sky above the distant sea. I frowned. I missed being
able to swim in the ocean, because the water was too cold in
February.

Liz rolled her eyes. “So now you
believe in reincarnation?”

“
No, but love shows you a
whole new world.”

“
Please don’t start
singing that song from
Aladdin,
” she joked.

“
Don’t tempt me.” I shook
my finger at her, and we both smiled. “But it’s true what they say
Liz. The sky looks bluer and the grass looks greener when you’re in
love.”

She rolled her eyes. “But Phoebes, boy
bands are like cabs, a new one comes along every minute.” She
gestured to invisible cabs driving through the
cafeteria.

I scowled at her. “They aren’t a ‘boy
band.’ They don’t dance around like ‘N Sync, they play their own
instruments, and write their own songs. There is a difference.” I
folded my arms across my chest defensively.

“
But they are boys, who
are in a band.”

“
Why do you always have to
be so logical?”

“
It’s a gift.” She beamed
and took a sip of her carrot juice.

“
Chase and his brothers,
Nick and Jamie, are very talented, especially to have achieved what
they have as teenagers. Carson has had five number one hits, and
they won Best New Artist at this year’s Teen Choice Awards. They
are the most popular teen band around, and girls go crazy for them
like they’re the Beatles. You know that I own all of their CDs,
well both of them, and I asked my mom to buy me their concert DVD
for my 14
^th
birthday yesterday. I’ve already watched it three
times.”

“
What about
homework?”

I rolled my eyes. “You sound like my
mom. There are more important things in life than
homework.”

“
Tell your mom
that.”

“
What she doesn’t know
won’t hurt her.” That had always been my motto to get away with
things with my mom. “My favorite video is for their song called
‘Summer of Love.’ Have you seen it?”

“
No, but I’ve heard the
song. It’s very corny.”

“
It’s not corny, it’s
romantic. The video takes place on a secluded beach at sunset, with
the three brothers walking in the water and singing. They’re all
wearing white, and Chase looks like an angel. I like to pause on
shots of him. A lot of their videos are filmed in slow motion to
create a more romantic feeling, and it definitely
works.”

She did her best impression of my mom.
“Phoebe Parker, if you spent as much time on your schoolwork as you
do worrying about Chase, then you would be in College.”

“
But Mom, Chase is so much
more interesting than school,” I whined. We both giggled. “Speaking
of
Aladdin
, I
want a genie who could grant me a wish. I would wish to magically
appear in a video with Chase, or that he would magically appear in
my bedroom.”

Liz coughed on her carrot juice. “Your
mom would definitely freak out if Chase or any guy was in your
room.”

I nodded. “My mom is so
uptight.”

“
Well, I think my Mom
would freak out too.”

I opened
Teen Idol
Magazine
and flipped through the
pages until I found the page with pictures of Carson filming a
music video. “Look at this.” I said holding the magazine up.
“They’re filming a music video and look at these skanky looking
girls. I don’t like the scenes in their videos where they have the
‘love interests,’” I pouted.

“
Are those the girls in
bikinis prancing, I mean dancing, around in their
videos?”

“
Yes, they’re girls that
the brothers have to
act
like they’re in love with. They’re always
beautiful models who are really bad actresses. I can tell that
Chase is uncomfortable when he has to act those scenes. He is more
concerned with his artistic vision, than flirting with every girl
who throws herself at him.” I pushed the macaroni and cheese around
my plate.

“
Sure he is,” Liz mumbled
under her breath. “Aren’t you going to eat today?” She eyed my full
plate critically.

“
Love is all the food I
need.”

She put her face in her hands. “Phoebe,
you can’t survive on love alone.” Her expression softened. “But
when people are in that infatuation phase, they often can’t eat and
can’t sleep.”

“
Love is a delicious
torture. There’s just one tiny problem with being in love with a
teen idol,” I said.

“
I think I can guess
what
that
is.”

“
A million other girls
feel the same way as me.”

“
I was waiting for you to
realize that.”

“
But they just have
crushes on Chase. I know that my love is real.”

“
That explains it,” she
said sarcastically.

“
Not that I blame them. I
mean, what girl wouldn’t have a crush on him? He has everything a
girl could possibly want. He has the most stunning sea blue eyes
that I love to gaze into. He looks like a surfer with his golden
tanned skin and sandy blond hair. The back and sides of his hair
are shorter, and the slightly longer front is always flicked up
with just a hint of gel or mouse. He’s not too tall, but not too
short, about 5 feet 8, and still growing. He has a beautiful face,
and is often called a ‘pretty boy’ in magazines.”

Liz grinned. “He does look rather
feminine. He must spend hours on his hair,” she said, examining the
pictures of Chase.

“
But it pays off. You
can’t deny that.” I pointed out.

“
Well, if you like guys
who look like girls,” she said, winking at me.

“
I resent that. Chase is a
metrosexual.” I said shoving the magazine cover in her face, as
though I was his defense attorney.

Liz raised her right
eyebrow. “I’m scared to ask, but what is
that
?”

“
A metrosexual is a guy
who puts a lot of effort into his appearance. They shower at least
twice a day, only wear the best clothes, and make sure that their
hair always looks great. Like Zac Efron. Have you seen his hair? A
normal guy can’t do that with his hair.”

“
I bet Zac Efron spends
more time on his hair than a girl,” she said chuckling.

“
Laugh all you want, but
I’d rather a guy put in too much effort with his hygiene and
appearance, than no effort at all. Take the majority of the guys
here.” We glanced around at the tables in the cafeteria, mostly
grouped by male and female. “It looks like they just fell out of
bed in the morning, and came to school wearing the T-shirts they’d
slept in, and covered their greasy hair with caps.” I gestured with
my fork to a group of guys who were having a burping contest to
demonstrate my point.

“
I think you’re right.”
Liz said grimacing, and wrinkled her nose like she could smell
them.

“
Chase is like no other
guy. He’s so sensitive. You can hear it in his voice when he sings.
He’s really in touch with his feelings.”

“
Carson’s songs sound like
the poetry of any other hormonal teenage boy to me. How old is
Chase?”

“
Chase is the middle
brother. He’s 15, a year older than us. I like that he’s a year
older because guys our age are so immature. Apparently, girls are
two years more mature than guys their age.”

“
Is that physically or
emotionally?”

“
I don’t know, I think
both. Look at Ben, he’s our age and he’s immature. Well emotionally
at least. Physically he’s about as tall as Chase.”