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but while I was thinking, Matt just said, “See ya,” and walked off.
    He must think I’m a total freak.
    I certainly looked like one.
    Saturday morning, May 4
    Too early to even write the exact time
    All I wanted to do this morning was sleep off the humiliation of having to serve pie in a custom-made jacket to my not-so-secret crush. However, sleeping is now impossible because apparently Gilligan chose to leave home early and my Dad went out looking for him.
    The sun isn’t even up, but I am. Listening to my Dad yelling for my dog outside my window. My only hope is that this is all a nightmare, and that I’ll go back to sleep, wake up, and see that my family is normal, my dog is asleep by my bed, and that I’m one of those girls who always says cute, clever things to boys.
    Still Saturday morning
    A little later
    Still too early to write the exact time
    I couldn’t fall back asleep, which means two things:
    1. What I hoped was just a terrible dream was not.
    2. I’m going to the kitchen to eat pancakes.
    9:17 A.M.
    Back in my room
    I went to the kitchen. One of the good things about my mom is that she always makes pancakes on Saturday mornings. Except, guess what was for breakfast this Saturday morning? Leftover pie.
    Who feeds pie to their children for breakfast?
    I officially hate pie.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
    â€”Ingrid Bergman
    Wednesday, May 8, 8:45 P.M.
    In my room with the door locked
    OMG! The most unbelievable thing happened today. I’m not even really sure it happened, except that I know it did.
    It started this morning after homeroom when I told Brynn I wanted to download some new music to my phone, and Billy asked if I wanted him to come over after school and help. Billy knows more about music than anybody I know, plus it was the first time he’s spoken to me since the toe-touching thing, so I was like, “Yeah, I’d love that.”
    When Billy came over, he didn’t say a word about why he hasn’t said a word to me in a week. We just started talking and laughing and listening to music like we always do.
    Anyway, we were listening to music in my room, but it was hard to do because May and June were outside my door singing. They wouldn’t stop and they were really annoying. “We’re trying to set a world record for singing the longest without stopping,” said May.
    â€œWe’re trying to set a world record for singing the longest without stopping,” repeated June.
    â€œGO AWAY! FAR AWAY!” I yelled over the noise. They were driving me crazy. They just kept singing, and June kept repeating everything May was saying and they were really loud.
    I put my fingers in my ears like I couldn’t take another second, but Billy pulled them out. “Want me to get them to stop?” he asked.
    I laughed at Billy. He’s good at a lot of things, but I knew even he couldn’t reason with the real-life versions of Thing One and Thing Two. “No way can you get them to stop,” I said.
    That’s when Billy made his I’m-always-up-for-a-challenge face. “Watch me.”
    He opened my door. “You two have awesome voices,” he said to May and June. He sounded so sincere, like he was listening to Katy Perry singing in person and was blown away.
    Just like that, May and June were quiet. Billy kept talking, slowly, like he was thinking about their talent and trying to decide what to do with it. “You have a very distinct sound. I think you could make an album.”
    Now May and June were really quiet. They were hanging on every word Billy was saying. He crossed his arms and rubbed his chin. “I’ve got it,” he said. “Why don’t you write your own songs?” He went and got a stack of paper and pens off my desk and handed it to them. “Really put some thought into what you want to sing, and then write your songs. You