BSC in NYC!

Dear Grandma and Grandpa,

Hello, I am in NYC (yes, again!) I met someone who is from Iowa, just like you! She had never heard of the small town you're from, though. I want you to promise me if that a movie called "Ghetto Knight" ever comes to your local theater to never see it. I'll tell you why later.

Love,

Mary Anne

I spent Wednesday afternoon with Jenna doing some research. We found out that Cam was making a movie called Ghetto Knight where he plays a knight who time-travels to present-day New York. We also learned that Cam often ate at a small deli in Greenwich Village. After tracking down the deli, we decided to wait there and see if he would come.

Jenna was super dibble. She was fifteen and from Des Moines, Iowa. (My grandparents are from Iowa!" I had exclaimed). This was her first time in New York, so she sure was lucky she met me. (Who knows New York better than me?)

So now it was Thursday afternoon and we were at the deli, sitting next to each other in a booth sharing a turkey and Swiss cheese on rye sandwich. We were facing the entrance so we could spot Cam if he came in.

Jenna was flipping through the latest US Weekly issue. She started laughing. "Can you believe that freak who went off on Jennifer Lopez in front of the Louis Vuitton store? Seriously, I can't stand people like that. They're so obnoxious and self-righteous."

"Oh, I know," I replied. I decided it would just be easier to agree with her rather than try to explain that Dawn was only passionate about a cause she cared about, but I didn't want Jenna to know that I knew Dawn, let alone that I was her step-sister. I love Dawn, I really do. I think she has a pure heart and I commend her for believing in strong causes, but even I had to admit she went a little far with the whole Jennifer Lopez fiasco.

We had finished our sandwich and there was still no sign of Cam. Jenna bought us each a chocolate chip cookie.

"Can you believe Cam is dating that hotel heiress?" she said as she slid back into the booth. "What does he see in her anyway?"

"Yeah, she's so ugly, he could do a lot better," I agreed. "She's all skin and bones."

"And she's such a famewhore," Jenna added. "She probably doesn't realize how lucky she is to be dating Cam Geary."

"My boyfriends looks like Cam Geary," I said in a smug tone I couldn't control.

"Really? You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, his name is Logan. We've been going steady since the beginning of eight grade." I gave a little laugh. "It seems a lot longer than that, though."

"You're thirteen and you have a steady boyfriend?" Jenna gave me a funny look. "I'm not even allowed to date until I turn sixteen."

I shrugged nonchalantly. Usually I don't feel that sophisticated, but here I was, a thirteen year old with a (hot!) steady boyfriend having lunch with a fifteen year old girl who wasn't even allowed to date yet! I guess we're just more sophisticated on the East Coast.

"Want to see a photo?" I asked.

"Sure."

I took Logan's creased school photo that I keep in my purse. Despite the huge zit on his chin (covered in white zit cream), he looked downright handsome.

"So what do you think….looks exactly like Cam Geary, huh?"

"Yeah, he could pass for his younger brother."

We heard and the door opened and in walked….Cam Geary!

At first it would be hard to tell it was him because he was wearing dark glasses and a baseball hat that was hiding most of his face, but Jenna and I knew it was him! We looked at each other excitedly and watched as he ordered an egg salad sandwich to go. He was just about to exit and we still hadn't said anything.

"Say something!" I hissed to Jenna.

But she shook her head, suppressing a laugh. "I can't!" she whispered. "I don't know what I would say."

I panicked as I saw Cam get closer to the door. I couldn't let him leave yet. My dream had always been to meet my favorite movie star and now that could easily turn into a reality. I was going to have to set aside my shyness if I wanted results.

"Cam!" I blurted out just as he was about to push open the door.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, a frown on his face. "Excuse me?"

"Um.." I turned to Jenna who was hiding her red face behind a menu. "I'm a huge fan…we're both fans."

"Oh….thanks," he said in a bored tone.

"My name is Mary Anne Spier. I've seen all of your movies. I love them so much that I wouldn't be able to pick a fav-"

"Huh. All my movies are shit," he interrupted me.

I gasped at the bad word he used.

"I just make them because my agent says I appeal to teeny bopper girls like you. Freddie Prinze Junior makes the same kind of movies, but at least they're better than mine and that's saying a lot because his movies are full of crap."

I stared at him, mouth agape. Cam Geary sure wasn't at all what I would have expected him to be.

"What?" he snapped at me. "Do you want my autograph now?"

My chin began to tremble and I could feel tears well in my eyes.

Cam grabbed a napkin from a dispenser and scribbled his name on it. "Here! Here you go!" He threw the napkin at me and it landed by my feet. He turned and angrily pushed open the door.

"Whoa," Jenna said in a low voice as I bent to pick up the napkin. "He has some serious issues."

I burst into tears. "Cam Geary is so stale! I hate him! I won't be watching Ghetto Knight! Ever!"

"Well, look at the bright side," said Jenna. "At least you can sell his autograph on E-Bay. I bet that will at least go for twenty bucks."

And with that I put the napkin into my purse and we left.