Hi! I'm Jessie Hillman. I am 16, nearly 17, years old. My dad, step mom Cindi, stepsister Staci and step brother Roscoe are moving to Los Angeles to launch Staci's acting career. She really can't act.

So, here I am in the Palmwoods lobby waiting for Dad to tell me the apartment number so I can lug the luggage into it. Of course, Staci and Cindi won't lift a finger to help me and Dad is carrying Roscoe, who fell asleep. Leaving me to lug it all myself.

These four guys, vaguely familiar looking, crashed into the lobby, ending up face planting into the carpet at my feet. There was a brunette pretty boy (My Pretty.) a helmet wearing Latino (Helmetino), a nerdy spiky brunette (Spika!) and a blonde with big bushy eyebrows (Eyebrows McGee)

I rooted through my memory, trying to remember where I knew them from. Then it hit me.

I went to a summer camp when I was younger, it was for winter sports. You know, skiing, snowboarding and such like. I was a skier and the boys were snowboarders but through a glitch in the system, we ended up sharing a cabin.

Eyebrows McGee was Kendall Knight, a natural leader and schemer. My Pretty was James Diamond, a self obsessed (even at 12) hair maniac. Helmetino (I combined Latino and helmet!) was Carlos Garcia, a trouble making, stupid stunt pulling idiot. Spika! was Logan Mitchell, a smart aleck know it all panicker.

"Kendall? James? Carlos? Logan?" I asked, kind of garbling my words a little. "Who are you and how do you know our names?" Carlos asked, seeming kind of scared. "I'm a girl! I can't share a cabin with boys!" I mimicked my self from our first meeting. "Jessie!" Carlos cried, jumping up and hugging me tightly.

"Carlos…can't…breathe." I managed to choke out. Pulling back, Carlos' eyes raked down my body so I did the same. Since when was Carlos so hot? His body was toned and probably muscular from ice hockey. His eyes still had that childish innocence gleaming in them. Carlos was wearing the black hockey helmet I sent him on his 13th birthday, 3 weeks after summer camp.

"You still have that hockey helmet I gave you? Why?" I asked, giggling slightly. He smiled, a truly happy smile. "It's the only connection to you I have. It reminds me of you and your wackiness. " He explained. Dumb, dumber and dumbest (otherwise known as Logan, Kendall and James respectively) gaped. "Did Carlos just sound relatively intelligent?" Logan asked, clearly flabbergasted (I love that word!). "Hey! Just because Carlos isn't as nerdy as you, Logan or as devious as you, Kendall or as gay as you, James, doesn't mean he's stupid. Everyone's perfect in a unusual way." I defended Carlos.

"I am not gay!" James spluttered, clearly gobsmacked (love that word too.). "You sure do act like it, though." I retorted. "Did you just reference a Demi Munroe song?" Kendall asked. "Yes, why do you know any of Demi Munroe's song lyrics?" I asked, amused and slightly baffled. (Love that word.)

The rest of the afternoon continued like this, us talking using our awesome wittiness to mock each other. I thought my day over, staring at my bedroom ceiling, like I always do, before pulling out my conclusion-ater.

It's a bright red leather bound blank A5 book that I write my conclusions about the day in.

Today's conclusions:

The guys are awesome! I'm happy I found them here.

I think I have a crush on Carlos.

James is so gay.

I'm not a total social leper.