"Liv? Liv, wake up. Olivia."

I blinked my eyes open slowly to find myself in a hospital bed, tubes and needles going through my arms and connecting to various machines on the walls. I looked around me for a second before focusing my eyes on my older sister, Sophia, who was watching me with a mixture of worry and annoyance.

            "Did you know that a highway is actually the least likely place for you to get into an accident?" Sophia informed me when she realized that I was awake and alright. "How in the world did you manage to get yourself into this mess?"

            I rolled my eyes.

            "Nice to see you too, Soph. No "how are you doing, Olivia?" "did you have a good birthday?" "can I get you anything since you're currently in the hospital and shouldn't be getting yelled at for something you didn't do on purpose?"? Thanks for the thought."

            Sophia sighed.

            "I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

            "I figure so, I'm awake aren't I? How long have I been in this bed?"

            "I just got here a few minutes ago after I got a call from Mom, but according to the sign on your door, you've been in here for approximately fourteen hours." Sophia replied. "Emma is right next door, and she's been awake this whole time; the doctors are worried she might have a concussion and they want her to stay awake until they're sure. She was the one who called in about your accident; apparently you passed out the second the car hit the guardrail."

            I nodded stiffly, my neck aching and my chest suddenly feeling as though it were hit with a burst of pain from nowhere. "Is Emma feeling alright?"

            Sophia nodded.

            "She's fine, and the doctors say once they decide whether or not she has a concussion, they can let her go. They have to keep you for a little longer so that they can keep getting you oxygen. Your lungs took a beating from that steering wheel."

            I looked again at the tubes and needles all around me and tried to keep myself from vomiting all over my sister. I had hated needles since I was three years old and first found out what a "shot" was. As I looked around at all the whirring machines and stark-white hospital walls, I was reminded of what had landed me here in the first place.

            Perhaps driving my car off of the road and head-on into a railing was not the smartest idea and was a bit of an overreaction to the news that I had heard on the radio. But at the time, it was just about the most unexpected and terrifying news I thought I was capable of receiving. I had not heard the name Lincoln Carter in what felt like ages, when in reality it had been only three years...three years of forcing myself to forget about the teen-pop-sensation-turned-every-girl's-celebrity-man-crush who everyone my age and gender could not stop obsessing over. The first year had been the worst; I cried constantly, but always in secret, for if anyone knew about the reason behind my tears, I would be in more trouble than I had ever been in my entire life.

            The second year, my sophomore year in high school, got better, and by my junior year I hardly even flinched when I heard his name. I had a short relationship from January to April of junior year, and it was hardly something that I even shed a tear over once it was done, but it was something that helped me to forget that infamous summer even more. In the back of my mind, I kept a rolling record of the things I heard the girls around me say about Lincoln Carter: he had cancelled three stops on his tour in the fall of my freshman year after citing "personal tragedy", he had denied all of the dating rumors personally throughout the years, and he had said he was not looking for any kind of relationship. The amazing thing was that nothing that I heard or stored in the back of my mind did anything to me; I wasn't upset and I wasn't excited, I didn't dwell on it and I didn't honestly care. I had finally rid myself of the terrible thing I did and it was over.

            Then this morning rolled around. Sure, nothing had ever bothered me before when I heard Lincoln Carter's name in the daily conversations of everyone around me. He had been off in Los Angeles, far away from where I lived in Houston. He had never done another show in Houston in all three years since my infamous summer, and I never had to worry about seeing him again. When I heard the radio announcer saying that a celebrity was moving to Houston, I hadn't really cared...not even when they had said that they would be moving into the house right next door to mine, because that had made sense...my neighborhood was one of the wealthiest in the city, due to the fact that everyone who lived there was some sort of millionaire. My father and his brother had inherited a huge electronics business from their parents, and my uncle had moved with his family to Los Angeles, while my father had kept us all here in Houston, where he had grown up.

            Never in a million years would I have dreamed that this was where Lincoln Carter would move.

            "Do you want the TV on?" Sophia asked as I laid in bed, rethinking the events of the day. "I'm gonna go get some food, so you won't really have anyone to talk to."

            "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Soph."

            "No problem." She grinned and handed me the remote before leaving the room.

            I switched on the TV and the first thing that came up was the news. A Houston news anchor was talking to a highly attractive guy with light brown hair and bright blue eyes, who seemed like more of a dorky college kid than a cocky pop star.

            "Lincoln, why the sudden move to Texas?" the interviewer asked. My fingers itched to change the channel but I kept my eyes glued to the screen, entranced.

            "Well, it was no rash decision." Lincoln Carter answered. "I've been planning this move for the past year, and I'm really pleased with the location of the house and the fact that it can house my whole family. My little sister will be a junior in high school and attending Breakview next week when the school year starts, so I'm excited for her to be able to make friends with the good people of Texas."

            "Is it true that you spent your childhood in Texas?"

            "I did! I was born here in Houston and lived just about an hour away from where I'll be living now, up until I was seven years old. I have such great memories of this city and I'm so excited to be back. Los Angeles is great and it was a great way to begin my career, but I'm glad to have the amazing parents that I do who are willing to move back to my hometown just for a kid's crazy dreams."

            "That's wonderful, Lincoln." The interviewer, a blonde girl in her twenties, was being anything but subtle in her love-struck gaze at Lincoln Carter. He nodded politely as he waited for the next question, which took a bit longer than usual to come.

            "Anyways, when are you moving in?" she began her questions again.

            "I'm already in! The moving trucks dropped by the house this morning, and we're almost done with unloading boxes. I definitely could not be any more excited."

            That seemed to be the cue for me to turn off the television, and I dropped the remote on the floor. I would arrive home from the hospital to new neighbors, a fanbase of over fifty million hormonal girls, and a secret I had to keep if I wished to remain sane.

            I had never gone into hibernation before, but I figured now was as good a time as any to start.

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-Katherine