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The Rockstar I've Loved for So Long

By

Marian Tee

Copyright 2013 by Marian Tee

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All characters actualization in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or expressionless, is purely casual.

He loves me hard. He loves me sweet. He loves me all night long – and and then some more than.

He'due south my first beat, my get-go lover and he even promises to be my first and last.

All I have to practice in return is hope that I won't e'er forget he'south not mine because Dylan Charbonneau is the world'southward favorite stone star fellow.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I owe my humblest and sincerest thanks to God, my family, and partner Allen Tan.

This volume wouldn't accept been as pretty – inside and out – every bit it is now if not for the help of
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and
The Passionate Proofreader
.

Terminal but not the to the lowest degree, thank y'all to my swain boxed set authors – Liliana Rhodes, Mina V. Esguerra, Caitlyn Duffy, Ava Lore, and One thousand.T. Fisher – I'm and then honored that you guys trusted me on this 1. I hope we can work on something like this every year!

Prologue

Sabrina "Bree" Wyle should accept worn her glasses, shouldn't have permit vanity get the better of her. But similar most good ideas, it came a little also belatedly and now she was dying of marvel.

The guy on stage had the most beautiful voice – and that was all she knew. Stupid impaired eyesight simply allowed her to brand out a figure in white – and that was information technology.

Something well-nigh that vox made Bree grab her jiff. She didn't love stone music like her friend did, but she had attended this concert anyway, figuring it was about time she came out of her shell.

She was fourteen already and she
notwithstanding
hadn't had her commencement osculation. Everyone she knew had theirs when they weren't fifty-fifty in their teens.

This night was all about being girly
and
not dorky, but information technology had been an epic neglect – or at to the lowest degree it had been until
this
guy came on stage.

Squinting difficult, she tried to make improve sense of his features. Dark pilus? Tanned skin? Really tall? She but couldn't tell, and she and Saffi already had front row seats, courtesy of her chaperone's famous final name.

Tugging at Saffi's sleeve, she whispered self-consciously, "Tell me. Is he gorgeous?" Bree didn't want to risk anyone accidentally hearing her ask about a guy. Peculiarly
this
guy. It just wasn't done for a dork like her to even
dare
accept a beat on a rock star.

"Yup!" Saffi clucked her tongue. "You really should've worn your spectacles, Bree."

"Like shooting fish in a barrel for you to say," Bree huffed. Saffi, who was older past four years, might be a bigger nerd than her, but she would never have to worry near looking like one.

Saffi looked similar a cute doll. Bree didn't – unless it was ideal to expect similar Chucky's oversized teenage sister.

Saffi sighed. "You've got the strangest hang-ups well-nigh your looks! You're stunning, voluptuous—"

"Yeah, yeah." Bree thought the world of Saffi, but she was
too
nice. She wasn't bullheaded nigh her looks. She was too everything that was not right. Besides curvy, likewise off-white, too ordinary with also brown hair and besides brown eyes.

The rock star was singing the last lines of his song, which was haunting and catchy at the aforementioned fourth dimension. Impressive for a self-composed vocal from someone who wasn't even a pro.

Thinking well-nigh that phonation saying her name was plenty to make Bree blush. Oh God, she really did wish she had brought her spectacles with her. She'd risk wearing information technology outside school just to know what this guy actually looked similar.

The song ended and the huge crowd of high school girls screamed. Bree shrieked with them and so did Saffi, who was sort of a professional screamer – the kind that didn't go hoarse even after screaming nonstop for
hours
.

"Is he gone?"

"Backstage," Saffi confirmed.

Bree'southward shoulders slumped. And
there
went her outset crush. Well, it was sugariness while information technology lasted.

They met with Silver, ane of Saffi'south older brothers, at the side of the stage, where he had been hanging out with his ain set of friends. If Saffi was Bree's chaperone, then Silverish was hers. It had always been so since Saffi was the baby of her family.

"How did you notice your outset concert, Bree?" There was a grin in Silver's vocalism that made Bree smile dorsum.

"It was cracking."

Pause.

And then Silver said, "Aaaaah."

Bree scowled. "Saffi, you always did take a big rima oris!"

Saffi giggled.

"I know him, actually. Well, he's more like an acquaintance," Silver said. "His name's Dylan Charbonneau and we've bumped into each other a few times in some parties. He's enrolled in one of those fine art colleges in NYC."

Bree suppressed a sigh.
Dylan Charbonneau.
Even his name sounded way out of her league.

"Is it okay if y'all guys wait for me hither while I check out the souvenir berth?" Saffi asked. "I saw something I desire to purchase."

Silver raised a brow. "Really? Yous listen to rock music?"

Bree kept her face blank at the question.

"It's non rock music. It's more similar, a fusion of dance and European stone," Saffi answered very seriously.

"We'll go with you lot," Silver said.

Saffi didn't answer.

Knowing it was because Saffi didn't want whatever of her family to know about how much of a hardcore fangirl she could get over Staffan Aehrenthal, Bree said speedily, "I, umm, need to go to the restroom. Could you walk with me first and then we can catch up with Saffi after?"

She could experience Silvery looking at her and Bree did her all-time not to squirm. Silver March might have a reputation for being one of the country's most charming playboys, but it didn't mean he was stupid. Far from it.

Saffi added helpfully, "Yous have to walk her to the restroom outset, Silver. She'south
bullheaded
."

Bree glared. Silver laughed.

"True," Saffi's brother confirmed.

"I inverse my mind," she said huffily, knowing the two gorgeous individuals before her would
never
empathise what it meant to grow up as a four-eyed geek.

"I was kidding," Silver said, admitting with a grin still underlining his vocalism equally he patted her head. "Come on, off we become."

Silver was unremarkably a touchy-feely kind of guy, but with the younger daughter he was careful most the boundaries, knowing Bree wasn't comfortable about getting too shut.

"Hither, Bree," he said, knowing she would have a harder time seeing with most of the lights already switched off.

Silver turned to check on Bree over his shoulder and saw her following him – to the
wrong
door. She squinted at the door, where the word BACKSTAGE was written.

He opened his mouth to call her dorsum—

Bree opened the door.

—and decided to shut upwardly, a smile playing on his lips. Trivial Bree needed an adventure to shake things up a little bit in her life, and this would be the perfect manner to go it.

He followed her inside quietly, shaking his caput in warning when one of the lackeys stationed at the inner hallway was about to reprimand Bree for trespassing.

The other guy quickly shut upwardly, every bit he should.

After all, he was Silverish March, and this was his boondocks.

****

Third
time should be the amuse, Bree thought, face still red at what had happened when she had opened two
wrong
doors. She didn't know what those rooms were, merely they definitely weren't the ladies' rooms – or if they were, and so they were
fully
occupied.

The sounds the couples had been making in those rooms, followed past the outraged shrieks of the girls – Bree didn't need glasses to figure out what they had been doing.

She knocked on the door, waited for someone to freak out from the inside, and breathed a sigh of relief when no 1 answered.

Finally!

****

Dylan raised a brow when someone knocked on the door and turned the knob without waiting for him to respond. He had specifically told Andy to keep anybody away while he rested, so what was this? Had another groupie bribed Andy to look the other fashion?

As the door opened completely, he started to snap at the intruder but found himself shocked instead when a young daughter came in and immediately bumped into the shoulder-high shelf to her right.

"Ouch!"

Dylan barely managed to go on himself from laughing.

She turned to the other side and bumped into some other shelf. "Oww!"

Dylan slowly and firmly pressed his lips together.

This time she raised her hands mid-air and started groping her way forward, like someone playacting every bit a ghost.

If she connected without turning, she would crash-land into him straight, Dylan mused.

Should he step out of her manner?

He didn't even take to think nearly it.

Not a fucking run a risk.

This was just as well skilful to reject.

The girl connected taking babe steps towards his direction. She had a serious look on her tiny heart-shaped face and for some reason, it made her adorably cute in his eyes. Unlike most girls her historic period, whose fashion sense bordered on either as well slutty or too colorful, this one looked very…sweetness and fun, with her striped collared blouse and swirly black skirt that fell just an inch above her knees.

She wasn't the most stunning daughter he had seen, but she was certainly the nigh…interesting.

Bree froze when her hands came into contact with what was
definitely
not something that was supposed to exist in the ladies' room.

Was this for existent?

She moved her fingers tentatively, wondering if she had perhaps imagined incorrect for whatever reason.

Bree whitened when reality reasserted itself.

No. She had non imagined wrong.

This was a guy'due south naked chest she was groping like a nympho.

She let out an embarrassed little squeak, bankroll away in panic, and institute herself falling backwards when she tripped on her own feet.

"Whoa." Dylan defenseless the daughter in fourth dimension, the movement forcing him to clutch her body close.

She let out another squeak, softer only with greater feeling, like someone close to literally dying with embarrassment.

Information technology fabricated Dylan smile as he slowly helped her back to her anxiety. "You okay?"

She nodded and frowned at the aforementioned time. The vocalism sounded familiar. Somewhat older, also. Perhaps i of the maintenance guys?

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I can't see where I'm going. I, umm, forgot my glasses."

Certain she did
, Dylan thought, smiling widening.

"So, umm, where'south the ladies' room?"

"I'll guide you," he said equally he took her hand without waiting for an respond. Information technology felt soft and small in his own, which was callused because of sports and music combined.

His touch on was…hot. The thought made her uncomfortable and fifty-fifty more self-conscious. This was then not her, crushing on an older man and i – since Bree was a student and he was obviously employed by the school – she wasn't even allowed to like. A lot of girls she knew were attracted to the idea of dating someone forbidden, but Bree had never been that kind of girl.

She heard him open up the door for her. "You tin can go in now," he told her gently.

"Thanks."

The girl came out later on a few minutes, remarkably fast for someone of her gender. "How did you lot find the concert?" Dylan asked as he one time again took her hand to guide her out. He felt her tremble at his touch and even though she was yet a kid in more ways than 1, her very obvious reaction to him pleased Dylan immensely.

"It was my kickoff, actually, and information technology was really swell!"

Her confront had brightened as she answered, and the sight made him glimmer a little.

"It was slap-up…fifty-fifty if y'all didn't see a matter?" he teased.

Bree choked on her laughter. "I couldn't see the guy singing," she confided, "but he had the almost beautiful voice."

"I don't think so."

Bree frowned. "He
does
have a great voice!"

"Nah. I recollect y'all're lying."

Unthinkingly planting her easily on her hips in an aggressive pose, Bree demanded, "Why do you lot say that?"

Several moments of silence passed.

Bree started to fidget, feeling like the older guy was but gazing at her and there was something about information technology that…

She swallowed.

Something was incorrect. But non in a bad way.

Did that even make sense?

Bree swallowed again when suddenly the guy cupped her mentum and made her await up. "You're a liar."

"I'grand not." Oh, drat. Why did her voice audio so husky all of a sudden?

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