Hate That I Love You

First of all, I'd like to ask people that when they review me, don't do it here, but at this place:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4462898/1/Revi...That_I_Love_You

Why? Well, one thing I've noticed is that it's very annoying to have to go through all the reviews people leave when you're trying to get to the next chapter, or trying to find the update. However, if you want me to put you on the PM list, PM me, same thing with important questions. I will not answer questions that will give away the ending, even if it is just one person, so don't ask those. I only plan to check on comments once a week, because I don't expect a lot from one day. PLEASE do this for me! It's so much more comfortable for everyone in the end! Thanks!

Now, the summary:

It's been one year since Idol, and David Archuleta's popularity is still going strong. But who is this mysterious girl? And what's her problem?


Sorry for making the summary so vague, but the first chapter will (maybe) be surprising...so...^_____^;
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Chapter 1 : Crazy Girls and Their Crazy Questions Drive Me Crazy


Someone's P.O.V.

The screams of the girls pounded into my ears as I followed the two black stretch limos, one containing the fruit of my mission. Through the dark tinted lenses, I saw two people putting their heads next to each other, whispering, as three other heads turned to each other, and the car sped up; no matter, I KNOW where you're going, I know everything about you, and it's all your fault. You started this, and now you'll end it.

'You can't escape me, David Archuleta...'




David's P.O.V.

"Oh my gosh, she's chasing us!", I whisper-yelled, but my driver just smiled lazily and said,

" No worries Arch, that girl will never catch up the a limo."

"You should listen to the driver," said Cook.

"Still, what if she's some loopy crazy fan and asks one of us to marry her and cling to us and not let go?"

However, everyone just laughed. What's so funny?

"Oh David, don't worry!", comforted Brooke.

"Yeah!" , chimed Carly. "Besides, I wouldn't let anyone hurt my little munchkin!" , and proceeded to pinch his cheeks teasingly.

Thankfully, we lost her, and the driver pulled into the parking lot specially reserved for us, but then, as if mocking me, that same girl jumped out of nowhere.

"DAVID ARCHULETA!!!!!!", she shrieked. "YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME HATE YOU!!!!!!"

'I knew it! She's a psycho fan that already named our so-called children and knows what they look like and---

....wait......what?'