Star Struck

*StaR StRuck*

StaR StRuck

Another Joint By

Craigger

Hey Guys... it's Craigger again. Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it... I was just wondering if anyone is reading this, because I haven't gotten much emails about it and you know about writers ego. Sometimes they need to be stroked just a bit. Also don't forget my other stories, Bodyguard can be found Here and Everytime can be found Here. Well anyway guys... I hope you like it.. as always comments go to Craigger02@comcast.net. Also don't forget to check out my Yahoo! group Here.

Oh and though I wish I did, I do not know any of the celebrities mentioned in the story or anything of about their sexual preference. So get off my back ... and read the story. Unless you're too young... Oh and you don't like the idea of two guys together... Or it's illegal in you state or country, or where ever your backwoods home is.... and I can't think of anything else. So READ!!

ChapTeR SiX

I was fuming, actually that was wrong,  fuming can't explain how I felt at the moment. I could feel my blood beginning to boil in my veins as I shifted into fourth gear. I was on my way to my father's hotel as he had some serious explaining to do.  Just as I skidded into the parking lot as my cell phone rang.  As I put the car in park I answered the phone, not even checking the caller id to see who was calling me.

"What?!" I growled.

"Whoa babe, what's up?" Justin said on the other end.

Usually just the sound of Justin's voice would be enough to calm me down but today just hadn't been a usual day. "Listen Justin I just got some bad news and I have to talk to my father about it, so I will call you later," I said, not waiting for an answer as I ended the call and walked into the hotel, heading straight towards the bank of elevators at the far end of the lobby.

"Oh my God that's Dakota Jamerson!" I heard some teenage girl shriek, out of nowhere came a mini crowd of teenyboppers.

"Fuck, this is just what I needed," I said under my breath.

I started signing pieces of paper, napkins, t-shirts, anything that was thrust at me, that is, until I noticed my father step of the elevator. I excused myself from the group and made my way over to him.

"Hey kid. What are you doing here, I was on my way to visit you." he said smiling at me.

I tossed the magazine at him. "What's this!" I said in a harsh whisper.

He looked over the magazine and his face-hardened. "It's business." He said tossing magazine back to me.

"It's business when you lose my best friend? Do you know where he is?" I asked.

My father looked around, "Dakota, this is not the time nor place to talk about this." He said sternly.

"Oh and when is?" I asked, furious that my father was brushing me off.

"How about I meet you at the house and then we'll talk," he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Fine!" I snapped before storming out of the hotel.

When I reached my house I noticed Justin's SUV was in the driveway. I really didn't feel up to dealing with him yet, but it looks like it was time to.

I stepped into the house to find him pacing in the living room. When he heard me enter the room he looked up.

"Babe? What's up?" He asked, walking towards me.

"Nothing." I said, hoping he wouldn't touch me because then I would melt and tell him everything.

"You sure?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me and resting his forehead against mine.

Shit! I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "It's no fair." I said trying to pull away from him.

"Dakota what's wrong?" Justin asked, grabbing my arms. "Tell me."

I looked up at him and thought for a second. "My father lost my best friend," I said simply, as though he should understand exactly what I meant.

Obviously he didn't as he looked at me with confusion written all over his face. "He lost him?" He asked, watching me as I sat down.

"Tyler was my best friend; we grew up together and were so close. My father was in charge of his family's security, and then after his parents died, he was in charge of Tyler's security. I knew nothing about this because Tyler and I both had very busy lives so we didn't get a chance to talk often, at least I thought it was because he was busy. As it turns out, Tyler has been missing for over a year, and my father didn't feel the need to tell me, said it was just business," I said, almost spitting the last words out.

Justin sat down next to me. "It'll be ok, you know you're dad is a very capable man and he is doing everything in his power to find to Tyler," He said, kissing me on my cheek.

"Why are you able to do that?" I asked, smiling up at him.

"Do what?" he asked, smiling back at me.

"Defuse my anger with only a few words."

He shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe it's because I am so sexy." He said pushing me down and crawling on top of me.

"That might be it." I said looking into his blue eyes and pulling his body closer to me. "But I think it's because I love you so much," I whispered before giving him a passionate kiss.

"So what are you going to do now?" Justin asked after he broke the kiss.

"I don't know. I guess I am going to let my dad do his job and get off of his back. I have to start worrying about the launch party and then the press releases I have to do for the new album too." I said getting comfortable under him. "So how was your day?"

"It's going." He said sticking his face into the crook of my neck. "I had some meetings today but my day is free now."

"Well that's good." I said squeezing him tighter. "I am happy you're here. You always manage to make me feel better," I whispered to him.

"I love you to babe," He whispered back before kissing me slowly.

Sometime later I awoke to the sound of a phone ringing, it took me a moment before I realized that it was my phone. I reached for the phone but with Justin laying on top of me I couldn't quite reach it.  I didn't want to wake up Justin, but after hearing the message I had to get up and get to the phone.  Pushing Justin off me I stood up and raced to the phone, barely grabbing it before the caller hung up.

"Hello?!" I said frantically.

"Dakota?" My father said on the other end of line.

"What did you just say?" I nearly yelled.

"I said I am on a plane headed to New York," he answered.

"No, before that!  What did you say before that!" I yelled into the phone.

"We found Tyler. He's in New York, so now we're on our way out there," he said in defeat.

"Well where ever your staying, book me a room too. I'll be on the first flight out there I can get, I'll call you back with the details," I said, digging for my cell phone.

"Tyler you can't do that. You have responsibilities there that you have to take care of. I promise, I will keep you informed, just stay there," he said firmly.

"Are you shitting me? I am supposed to just sit here and wait for you to find him. If you were doing your job in the first place he wouldn't be lost, now would he?" I snapped at him.

At that point my father did something I thought he would never do. He yelled at me. "Shut your God Damn mouth Dakota. I will not sit here and be lectured by a child. Its moments like this when you remind me of your mother. I am going to do to you what I do to her when she gets like this," he said and then the line went dead.

I held the phone up and looked at it. I was shocked, my father never raised his voice at me and it surprised me. I knew that I had gone to far with my rant at my father and part of me wanted to call him back and apologize but part of me wanted to show up in New York and rip him a new one.

"What the hell was that about?" Justin asked sitting on the floor rubbing his head.

"I guess they found Tyler," I said putting the phone back on the charger.

Justin stood and ran over to me, "That's great, right?"

"Yea it's amazing. But I can't go see him," I said dejectedly.

"Why?" He asked as my cell started ringing in my hand.

"Hold on,"  I said before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dakota, we need you down at the office tomorrow so we can go over the press tour. Is that going to be ok?" My manager said.

"Yea, sure. I'll be there." I felt like my mouth was on autopilot. What I really wanted to say was fuck off; I am going to New York, but I knew that wouldn't be smart, especially with an album coming out.  I had so much promotion to do and I just didn't seem to have the heart.  I finished the conversation with my manager and ended the call.  I looked over at where Justin stood, his concern written all over his face.

"I have some free time if you want me to come with you," he said, taking me into his arms.

"I think I just might take you up on the offer," I whined into his chest.

"You big baby," he said, swatting my ass.

I let my hands slide under his shirt and tweaked one of his nipples really hard.

"Ouch!" He said pushing me away. "You lil shit!" He said as I took off running from him.

So there's the chapter... I hope you guys like it. Shots out to Monkeyboy and to Navymansangel for editing for me. Oh and another thing. While I am pretty comfortable with my story writing skills, I am not with my song writing skills. So all the songs used are owned by their respected artists, so yea, I figured I'd put that out there. All comments go to Craigger02@comcast.net. Don't forget to check out my Yahoo! Group. Later Guys!!