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- Mae
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LILLIAN ROSE TRUSCOTT:
I am not your typical girl. In fact, I am what most girls would sell their souls to the devil to be. My best friends are the Jonas Brothers. I'm sure you have heard of Jason, Shane, and Nate. They are known all over the world with platinum records and fan girls that could die happy seeing them live once. I'm going to let you in on a little secret, more like a secret as big as the sinking of the Titanic. The Jonas' have normal lives too. I'm not talking about "I'm a normal kid, just like you" type of normal. I mean they have secret identities to be able to be in society without the constant fame. I have the privilege of being one of the few who actually know this truth. To me, they're just Kevin, Joe, and Nick Gray. They started the band three years ago, thanks to Nick's voice and poofy hair in need of cutting, and the decision to live a double life. Like that really corny song by…what's her name? Alexis Texas? Susanna Louisiana? Oh! Hannah Montana. I'm not a big fan of her singing, but the boys say I can sing her songs better than she can. I heard she's Nick's age.
Joseph Adam Gray has been my best friend since he moved into the neighborhood. I my sixth birthday was 2 weeks away and Joe was already seven. [Kevin was nine, Nick was four and Frankie wasn't born yet.] His family moved into the house behind mine and has lived there ever since. I remember the day we met, ten years ago, like it was only yesterday.
I am as bored as a five year old can get. I could swing on the rope by my tree house that is next to my balcony, but I want to play with a friend (that could be hard because I don't have any friends). All the other five year olds are afraid that I'll beat them up with smarts or karate. I'm not like everyone else and I know it. My mommy says they're jealous of me because I don't have to be in kindergarten 'cause I had too much brainpower. I only wish that I could have at least one friend.
Mommy told me that there are new people living in the house behind us. I think she said they're called "naybors". I hope they have a girl, but I guess I should be happy if I have a friend at all. I can see over the fence from my tree house and there are two boys playing catch. One looked older and the other around my age. I wish I could join them.
"Joe! You threw the ball too high!" the older boy yelled.
"Oops. Sorry Kev." the other boy said. "Uh-oh." I looked up in time to see their little ball hit me in the face.
"Owwwie…" I held my forehead and my tears.
"I'm sorry…" Joe, that what "Kev" said his name was, said that before he ran into the house. Though I was hurt, I still wanted to play and talk with them. I think I just lost the chance I could.
JOSEPH ADAM GRAY:
MY BED!!! Oh how have missed you! After a long say of recording as "Shane Jonas", you would want to rest too. My brothers and I started a band in honor of my Grandpop Jonas who died fighting in World War II on D-Day. I bet Grandpop was cool and could teach us how to fend off attacking fan girls…not that I don't love them. They're just very overwhelming. The only fan girls I would seriously die for are my mom, my grandma, and Lilly. Lilz and I have been through a lot growing up. The first few days I knew her were filled with embarrassment and insanity. After I accidentally hit her in the face, I knew I had to find a good way of apologizing if I wanted her to forgive me.
I don't know what to do!! I hurt her. I didn't do it on purpose; I promise! I wonder what a good way to make it up to her is…I KNOW!!! Baking cookies has always been fun for me (though other guys normally make fun of me for it until they have a cookie themselves). Granny trusted me with her recipe for triple chocolate chunk cookies. I hope that girl likes them and not allergic to milk.
Walking up to her porch, I am so nervous that I might pee in my pants. Mama let me walk by myself because I'm a big boy (and I only had to walk around the corner). I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door, which was really hard because I can't sit still for very long.
"Coming…" I could hear a small voice yell behind the door and footsteps lightly on the floor. When the door opened, I saw a girl, with the prettiest blue eyes and blonde hair, wearing a black and red plaid skirt and a white shirt with a vest on top. I felt very plain in only my shorts and power rangers t-shirt. Once I saw her, I panicked.
"Hi, I'm Joe Gray. I live in the house on the other side. I'm sorry for hitting you in the face. I didn't mean it! I made you chocolate chunk cookies. Are you allergic to chocolate or milk? Then again chocolate has milk in it and I'm sorry…" I held the plate out to her face almost hitting her again. my face turned red as she giggled at my speech in one breath. Being seven is so not easy. I think I should leave not before I make things worse. I put the cookies at her feet and started to walk away, but a small hand on my shoulder and her voice convinced my to stay.
"It's alright. Thank you for the cookies. I'm Lily Truscott. Do you want to share the cookies with me? I happen to love chocolate."
"Do you have milk? We're going to need it."
"I have tons!" Her smile reached from ear to ear. "I have to go somewhere soon when my mommy goes to work. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we had some before going." She grabbed a few napkins and two cups for our milk. Once we started to munch away at our cookies, she looked happy and that made me happy. "Who made these cookies? They're AMAZING!!!"
"I did." I have never been so proud of my cookies until that day.
"You have to teach me!"
"Sure. I don't think Granny would mind."
"Lillian. I have to go the bank before bringing you to Jam Camp so we have to leave soon."
"Okay, Mommy." Jam Camp? I GO THERE!!! My Aunt Dee has been taking Kevin and I there since last year.
"I go there! I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind taking Lily with us, if it is okay with you?"
"I would have to meet your mom first but it would be okay with me."
"By the way, Mommy, this is Joe. Joe, this is my mom."
"Nice to meet you Ms. Truscott."
"Likewise, Joe. We should probably head to your house before it's too late. Let's go kids." I was skipping on the inside all the way to my house.
"Mama!! I'm home!!"
"Joseph Adam Gray, what did I tell you about baking cookies and not cleaning up your mess? We have Jam Camp in thirty minutes…Oh why didn't you tell me we had company. Hi, I'm Denise. I would shake you hand but it's cover in chocolate from a certain seven year old I know."
Ms. Truscott chuckled, "I completely understand I know a brainiac of a five year old who makes crazy concoctions and never cleans up after she is done. I'm Heather. It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too."
"Mama, Mama, can we take Lily to Jam Camp? Puh-leaaase?"
"I don't see why not."
"Thanks, Denise."
"It's no problem for us. I don't think my other son would mind if we had an extra passenger."
"I have to go now. Lily, you be good."
"Okay Mommy. I will. I love you."
"Love you too Baby Girl."
"Thanks again."
"Bye."
"Bye Ms. Truscott."
"Bye everyone.'
Staring at the picture of when we first met on my side table made me realize how much I really love Lilly. I know we're about a year apart, but nick likes her. I can't crush my little brother's heart. That's almost like murder, or at least that's what I think it is like. The pressure of loving the girl of my dreams or being a good older brother is extremely complicated.
I have been her secret admirer, or the messenger as she sees it. I can't tell her I have been writing her letters since the 8th grade. Meaning, I have been doing this for four years. I have lying about my identity for four years! I know she would never forgive me for this crime. I wouldn't expect her to either.
