I stuck my hand out and waited for her to shake it. I had to admit the look she was giving me was priceless. I can always tell when people are annoyed by me; it's a natural gift I get from my dad I guess. And up until a few minutes ago, this girl looked like she could have killed me with a look.

"You're Chris Keller's son? ", she asked

Wishing that I didn't have to live up to my invisibility status, I answered as best I could.

"In the flesh", I replied with a shrug.

It's funny how a name can do something; I didn't even mention my Dad and she knew who I was. I mean it's not like my Dad and I look alike and I'm not exactly on the cover of any tabloids like the so called famous and infamous Scott's.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not insulting them but the few times my father mention the Scott name in our house he'd always say the same thing, that you could spot a Scott anywhere. He used to say it like it was some sort of legend or nursery rhyme that we all talked about quietly. I had never paid much attention to what he said but I was look at the spawn of one and it was obvious who she belonged to.

This girl had won the genetic lottery. She had her mother's auburn hair, but the first thing I noticed was the bits of gold that stood out like they were begging to be seen. In my own way I understood that. Next I noticed her eyes; they were a haunting deep sort of blue. Filled with pride and intensity, I had seen those eyes before at many a basketball game but they belonged to someone else. She was petite and fragile, like if you touched her too hard she'd fall over instantly but she had this self assurance about her. Like if you got in her way, she'd be clever enough to find her way out of it. My first instinct was to assume that it must have come with being part of the "great" Scott clan.

It seemed like my mind was running on slow, empty energy while trying to analyze the family the girl in front of me so famously belonged to. It turns out that for all my thoughts, it only lasted a second. She shook my hand and reintroduced herself.

"Jamie Scott, invisible teenage wonder"

I had to laugh at the irony of this. Everyone knows who she is, who her family is. Most of the American public has watched her grow up. But then I figured, maybe it doesn't make a difference who your noticed by, if it's not the people you want to give a damn about you, there's no point in even trying. My whole life it's been the other way around, all I've wanted was to be noticed by someone other than my father and his ridiculous entourage. Struck by the oddness of the situation, I had to ask,

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? You do realize who you are, right?"

"Why yes I do have the misfortune of waking up as someone I never wanted to be. Thank you for reminding me", she replied sarcastically.

"You must be out of your mind; do you know what I would give to have people know who I am, just to be seen for one day? To be treated like a person rather than just an object or someone stuck in a glass house, that's something I never got as a kid. I mean are you stupid or something? "

It all came up just like word vomit and I had no idea how to stop it. I didn't know how to stop it. She was just there and she listened but it's almost like she set off a time bomb inside. I decided to make a feeble attempt at trying to cover it up.

"Look Jamie I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean I- "She cut me off."You know what? Look!" The scowl on her face looked like it could single-handedly turn the sunshine outside into a thunder storm. "You almost had me there, I was totally with you and to a certain extent I almost felt bad for you. Here's a word of advice for you, you obnoxious asshole stuck in your Daddy's so called bubble. If you're going to get all deep and spill your guts to a random stranger, do not, I repeat, DO NOT call them stupid!

She stormed off, senselessly reminding me of my five year old self. A cloud of anger followed her. It intimidated me but there was a beauty about it. I opened my mouth to call after her, I heard her name but it wasn't coming out of my mouth. I looked to my right and I saw another red haired woman coming towards the direction Jamie stormed off in. She was the spitting image of Jamie except older and with brown eyes. I felt of twinge of jealously. Never in my life, had I been able to give my father credit for any traits that are genetic. Everything I'm made up of, all those strings of DNA seem like they just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

As Haley walked towards Jamie, she turned around walked back in my direction. I had no idea what was going on. She walked right up to me and planted her small body behind me. Call me slow but I had no idea what the hell she was doing until I heard her grit through her teeth,

"I'm not here, you didn't see me. Do this for me and we're even."

It was obvious this girl was crazy but she was so adventurous, she made me want to take an adventure of my own. Haley came walking towards me looking slightly confused.

"Um…Hi, have you seen Jamie around here? I saw you talking to her earlier and then she just took off. "

A part of me desperately wanted Jamie to like me right away. For her to be just another girl, but from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she wasn't just another girl; so I decided to go another way.

"Well, she said she's not here and that I didn't see her but seeing as how she's standing right behind me, I don't see why I can't pass her on to you."

Haley laughed. Her laugh was easy going and it flowed freely. It suddenly made me wonder what Jamie would sound like if she laughed. Well I guess with what I just did that won't be happening soon. Haley tilted her head to the side and asked

"Who's your friend, Squirt?"

"Josh, is NOT my friend, in fact he was just leaving….weren't you Josh?"

I was kind of confused as to what was happening but Haley seemed un-phased by her daughter's attitude.

"I'm sorry Josh, you'll have to excuse my daughter's lack of anything remotely content right now, she gets cranky like her Dad sometimes."

I laughed at this, at least someone in that family had a sense of humor.

"So Josh", Haley asked, "are you part of the tour too?"

Not knowing whether or not to mention my father I skirted my way around it"You could say I'm helping out" Jamie shot me a look; I tried to avoid her glance.

Haley seemed oblivious to it all, "Well I hope we see you around Josh, it'll be nice for Jamie to have someone her age around".

She smiled and waved goodbye, with Jamie in tow not even bothering to look back. I couldn't help but smile back, wondering what I had begged my father to let me get into. But whatever it was, if Jamie Scott was there, it would all be worth it.