I sighed as the movie commercial flashed onto the screen for the
tenth time in two minutes, and Risa screamed yet again. Every time
the commercial appeared, it got harder to say no to her desperate
plea. "Please will you come with me to see it? I can't miss it!"
she begged. She wasn't usually bothered about going to the movies,
she hated the cramped movie theatre, the little leg room, the
overpriced snacks. But this time was different, because Jonas Lowe
was starring in the movie. You know when little kids tell you how
they're going to grow up and marry a famous singer, or a
millionaire, or sometimes even a prince, and you know it's just
never going to happen? It's that situation with my sister, except
it's a little strange. That's because my sister Risa is sixteen
years old. "It's not going to happen, Risa. I am not coming along
to a screening of a cheesy, pathetic, waste-of-time movie! Why
can't you just go yourself?" I asked, irritated. "But what if I get
kidnapped, sis? I can't go all by myself!" She was going all out,
using the innocent voice, the big, teary eyes, the quivering lower
lip. I stared at the floor, knowing the instant I looked into her
eyes, she would win. "We can make it a weekend trip. It'll be our
time. We can go to the premier, and we probably won't even get in.
I'll get to see Jonas, and you won't even need to sit through the
movie." I had to admit, that didn't sound so bad. Plus the added
bonus of spending a weekend in Hollywood! "It'll be on me?" she
added. I gave up and looked into her eyes. I wasn't planning on
turning down a free weekend in the sun. "Okay," I sighed, and Risa
shattered my eardrums with a ridiculously loud scream. I found
myself smothered in an overwhelming hug. "On one condition," I
tried to say, my voice muffled by a mouthful of sweater.
"Anything!" Risa squealed. "You let me go," I requested
breathlessly. "Oh. Right," she laughed, letting me go. I gasped
frantically for air. "This is really happening! I really am going
to meet Jonas Lowe!" Risa swooned. "Then he'll ask me out, and on
our third date he'll propose…" Risa trailed off. I rolled my eyes
at my naïve sister. "Shut up, or I'll pull out!" I threatened.
"You'd never do that, Summer. You love me too much," Risa laughed.
"Unfortunately," I muttered.
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