So who is it that decides who gets to be movie stars and celebrities and who gets to sit at home and watch them on TV? Is it the American people? Because if it is, American society has gone down hill. Who can really say, okay your life is worth watching and yours is so boring that people would fall asleep watching it? Yes, I'm still hung up on what makes Tammy Duncan one of those people that everybody just wants to watch. Everyone just wants to know what's going on with her life and what problems she faced but they could care less if the person sitting next to them was dying. I wouldn't be surprised if Tammy and Scott were the next frickin' Nick and Jessica, wouldn't that be the icing on the cake. I can sit home in my spare time and watch them too. Just how I want to spend my Saturday afternoons. Watching them learn about each other and buy needless things while millions of people are starving. Why was I helping her again? Well, I'm not really helping her as much as helping her to self-destruct.

The arena was quiet as the show ended a while ago and I was still sitting here, staring at the stupid ice. The ice that's already been cleaned by the zamboni to get the lines out, so I couldn't even follow them with my eyes to keep myself busy anymore. The lights from the ceiling weren't that fascinating either as I laid back on the bench to take a nap. I closed my eyes for a brief minute to sulk in how horrible my life was and sensed a shadow looming over me, blocking the florescent lights from my closed eyelids. Opening one eye, I was faced with the goofy grin I had connected with humiliation while growing up,

"Scott, is the Princess ready yet so we can leave?" I asked in a rather snotty tone.

"Is that how you say hello to you brother, whom you haven't seen since December?" He asked with a slight grin. I sat up, a hint of distain in my stare,

"Well, I saw you earlier but you were running out the door." I mocked with a slight playful banter.

"I was going to get Tammy some roses to make her feel better. She's been taking her brother's death really hard." I shook my head in acknowledgment and rolled my eyes a little,

"To add to the 12 dozen I saw delivered before?" I asked with a tone. He snorted with laughter,

"Look, Mad, can you just cut her some slack for now? She's really not doing good, no matter what face she's putting on." I groaned again with a sigh and nodded absently,

"I guess, I can try, for you." I bumped shoulders with him as we both laughed a little.

"So how long are you guys staying?" He asked, knowing I was already annoyed at the whole situation as it was,

"Until the wedding, Mom wants to help you guys, considering you've uplifted all the plans in California to bring them out here. Where are we anyways? Canada?" I asked absently looking around at my surroundings,

"No, Minnesota. Close to Canada." He joked. I smiled a little, stopping to stare at him,

"Scotty, are you really happy?" I asked truthfully. He looked down, contemplating the question before looking about at me,

"I am, I feel closer to Tammy than I've felt to anyone in a long time. Except maybe you." He was smiling again.

"I'm being serious."

"So am I." I stared at him for a minute,

"Just don't let Mom run your life." He nodded at my comment.

"At least she still likes me."

"Scott stop playing around." I laughed as he began to tickle me. I fell off the bench to the hard floor but I continued to laugh hysterically until Mom came out.

"What are you two doing?" She asked a bit ashamed of our behavior, especially in public. I continued to laugh as Scott stopped and tried to help me up.

"Nothing, Mom." He got out in between bursts of laughter. She shook her head walking towards the exit as Tammy emerged from the locker room, her bag thrown over her shoulder. I sneered a little at her but I did promise my brother I would try to be nice to her.

Why is it that hotel rooms almost never smell clean? Sure, the sheets and bedspreads are fine but the room as a whole smells of mothballs, disinfectant and some crappy air freshener that isn't working. I was so tired, I really didn't care but apparently my Mother did because she was up half the night, spraying air freshener and scrubbing the bathtub for germs. Did I mention that my Mother is not only insane but she's a neat freak as well? You need to fold your shirts a certain way or they'll get wrinkled, don't ever touch the handle of a public door, you don't know what's on it…I'd be insane too if I followed that many rules a day.

So anyway, she kept me up with her scrubbing and spraying until 2 am and then she was back up at 8 for more of it before we left. The sun can't really filter in through the curtains they always put up so I could have slept all day if it wasn't for her cleaning binge and the alarm going off in my ear. I sat up straight at the noise, my hair still full of hairspray; it stood up on the side I'd been laying on.

"Huh, what?" I asked as my Mother stood fully dressed and ready to leave.

"That alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. You could sleep through an earthquake, I swear." She ushered me out of the bed and into the bathroom with a slight groan of annoyance.

"Now, hurry up. We need to get going, Scott's waiting."

The cab ride to Tammy's house was short but exhausting as my Mother tried to show me flower patterns for the table clothes at the reception.

"It's not my wedding." I finally confirmed with her,

"That's right because I'm never getting rid of you with your foul mouth and smoking habits." She groaned as I looked up at her,

"I don't smoke anymore." I acted hurt she would think such a thing.

"Right...I'll believe that when Scott turns gay." She joked, "Here we are...can you try to act like a lady?" I rolled my eyes at that comment and huffed out of the cab towards her house. It was perfect as to be expected with the perfect bay window to the living room and one for her room, no doubt. The little picket fence and the walkway to the house...just perfect. The doorbell rang and a woman I could assume to be her Mother answered the door.

"Hello, you must be the Evans'." She smiled warmly. That's it. My research is done. She got that fake smile from her Mother.

"Yes, I'm Elizabeth and this is my daughter, Madison." She acted like she liked me. What an actress my Mother was becoming. Scott entered from the next room and there were a few hugs exchanged,

"Where's Tammy, dear?" My Mother asked, looking around, no doubt to fawn all over her again.

"She's still sleeping. Madison, would you mind waking her up?" He asked, no doubt, hoping it would be a chance for me to show her how nice I could be. I smiled a little,

"Sure." I said heading up the stairs to find her room.

There were two doors closed in the upstairs hallway so I took a guess that hers was the closer one to the stairs and peeked in. Jackpot, she lay sleeping peacefully in her bed, unbeknown to what I was about to do. Well, hey, the opportunity presented itself and I can't ever say no. Creeping closer to the bed, she turned as if to hear me coming and I stopped to make sure she didn't open her eyes.

"GET UP!" I screamed as I jumped on her with all 110 lbs of my body weight. She jolted awake, grabbing the blankets and looking around nervously. Once she was convinced that there wasn't an invasion, she quickly pulled the pillow over her head and rolled over to get away from me.

"Madison, please." I heard from the deep recesses of the pillow. I smiled a little, she was begging.

"No, you agreed; besides practice isn't until 5:30. I'm just coming to wake you up because Mom and Scott want to take you to look at a place for the wedding." She peeked out from under her pillow and stared up at me with annoyed eyes.

"Oh." she said, pushing me off the bed to the floor as she got up and heading straight into the closet to shut the door.

"Tammy." I was off the floor quickly. Personally, I didn't care whether she locked herself in her closet for the rest of the year but Scott would. I grabbed her arm and pulling her to a seat by the desk.

"She's going to take over my wedding, I know it." Was she actually going to cry about? Maybe this would be fun.

"No, it's fine. Connie and I will be there." I tried to calm her a little while reaching for a pillow behind me. Hey, she did knock me off the bed; you know. I whacked her in the back of her sleepy head, so she fell off the chair and laughed throwing the pillow down and exiting the room. I was going to torment her for a little while longer. Sorry Scott.

Okay, so the one thing I hate more than prissy dumb blondes, are their best friends. So let's really talk about Connie Moreau. So what if she went to Eden Hall academy and has been with the same boyfriend since kindergarten. Her attitude stinks. Want to talk about a Miss know-it-all…and I thought Tammy was bad. No wonder they're best friends.

"What about these flowers Tammy?" please, my ears are going to bleed if I have to hear her give one more suggestion on the wedding detail. She is, after all, the maid of honor but really. One of my Mother is enough for me.

"They're nice, Cons." Tammy nodded, walking away from the table of purple flowers. She obviously didn't like purple. Scott was standing near by looking over some patterns with my mother and making a 'help me' face, as I laughed a little.

"Sorry." I mouthed back, hoping it was some help. He smiled at me before being scolded by our Mother and continuing with her explanation of patterns from her book. I glanced at my cell phone and it was nearly 5:15, the practice would start in 15 minutes. Where was Tammy? I questioned looking around; she wasn't trying to get out of it, was she? I asked myself. No, she was at the other end of the shop, looking at cakes with Connie. It was time to go.

"Tammy?" I asked ever so pleasantly as she looked up at me. I glanced at the clock and she looked before her shoulders visibly dropped.

"We have to go." She said not looking at Connie.

"Where?" She asked curious. I shook my head, not to tell her and Tammy looked up at Connie,

"Madison has to go pick up some skating stuff. I promised I'd give her a ride and it's closes at 5:30."

"Oh, okay. You want me to tell Scott and your Mom?" She asked looking back between us.

"Sure." I decided quickly, pulling Tammy towards the door. There was no way I was missing this practice.