Actually Asten

Some characters live rent-free in your head.
Amber and Jonas? They built a loft conversion and moved in with matching pyjamas.

It started as a silly daydream — a pop star, a fangirl, a what-if. I didn’t expect it to become this. A whole series. A fictional couple with better communication than some real-life ones. A comfort zone, a chaos zone, and a soft place to land.

They’re opposites in all the best ways. Amber’s all fire and glitter and unfiltered honesty. Jonas is gentler, but not soft — loyal, loving, and often totally out of his depth. Together, they work. Not because it’s easy — it never is — but because they keep choosing each other. Through fame, family drama, wedding stress, dodgy hotel rooms and the occasional wardrobe malfunction on live TV.

They’re my favourite kind of love story: messy, funny, sincere. The kind where the grand gestures are beautiful, but it’s the tiny things that wreck you. Like Jonas remembering Amber’s snack order. Or Amber soothing his stage nerves with stupid inside jokes. Or the way they hold hands under the table when they know the press are watching.

Even when I try to move on to new characters, these two just won’t let go. They show up when I’m trying to sleep. They offer commentary when I’m watching telly. They’re the voice in my head saying, “You should write this down. Make it a scene.”

And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because Amber and Jonas aren’t just a love story I wrote. They’re a part of mine.

P.S. Daisy says this post was too soppy and not enough drama, so she’s leaking Jonas’ embarrassing karaoke videos next Tuesday. Stay tuned.