I sit in my favorite couch, reading my favorite book, waiting for my favorite person. Soon the bell rings. Is it him? I pop up from the couch and dash to the door in excitement and open it.

   “Hey, Chloe,” Max shines such a dazzling smile at me that I almost faint. His lovely scent makes me wonder if I have been clean or not, although I have taken a shower this morning.

  “Hey, Max,” I breathe, careful not to make a large sniffling noise.

  “Ready for our date?” Max reaches out his hand. I grab it and we walk out the apartment.

   “Oh my god... It’s Max!”

   “We love you so much!” There it goes. The painful fans of Max’s. Max is the most popular singer here in the U.S. and that fame brings along a bunch of unneeded and uninvited people.

  Max flashes his pearly white teeth. “Sorry, madmoiselles, I am a bit busy today! I’ll sign autographs at the concert, okay?”

  “Max, is that your girlfriend?”

  “No, she is just my friend. Don’t worry, ha ha ha! See you at the concert, then!”

  When the snake-like girls are out of our sight, I shoot a look at Max.

  “I’m your girlfriend. Why did you have to lie?” I glare at him until my eyes are sore.

  “Chloe,” he laughs so angel-like, “I said that because I love you. If I said you were my girlfriend, I don’t know what they’ll do to you. Crazy, isn’t it?” I nod. Max suddenly sighs. “Sorry, Chloe.”

  This time I tinkle a laugh. “Don’t be sorry...”

  Max opens his mouth to argue. I won’t let him. It isn’t his fault.

  And so I kiss him for the first time, smiling. Max looks up and smiles too.

  “I love you, Chloe.”