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everywhere until she spotted me staring at her from the top of the stairs. She broke into a huge smile and started right for me walking swiftly through the crowd, laughing as she stepped on people’s feet, and then bouncing up the stairs toward me.
    “What are you doing up here?” Sydney asked with a quizzical look.
    “I was checking on my brothers,” I lied. I actually just needed a moment away from the obnoxious crowd.
    Someone turned up the music and suddenly Katy Perry’s voice swallowed our conversation and boomed throughout the house.
    Sydney bent her head toward me. “What?” she asked.
    I shrugged, but evidently she thought she missed out an important piece of gossip or something because she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall and into the nearest room which happened to be mine.
    Closing the door behind her, helped suffocate some of the noise. She flipped on the lights and was struck speechless as she soaked in my room.
    No one from school, besides Kristen, had really ever been in my room. On the walls were thumbtacked posters of my favorite Marvel Superhero’s and Disney movie Beauty and the Beast . A map of Middle Earth hung above my bed. Next to the map was a shelf of Mickey Mouse figurines and stuffed animals.
    “Oh my God,” Sydney said. She slapped a hand over her mouth as her eyes danced around my room. She walked over to the shelf next to my bed and picked up a glass figurine of Mickey Mouse in tap shoes. She examined it then looked up at me wanting an explanation.
    “My mom sort of makes me collect them because of my name,” I said and noticing she didn’t approve I added, “It’s stupid.”
    Sydney carelessly tossed the figurine onto my bed. “We can’t let Max see your room like this. He’ll think you’re a total dweeb.”
    I stared at the Mickey Mouse figurine in the middle of my bed as my fingers itched to pick it up ,and inspect it, and put it back safely in its place on the shelf without her knowing. What I told her was a lie. My mom didn’t make me collect anything. The Mickey Mouse collection was something my dad started after I was born and I held onto it even after he left us and even though I didn’t remember him.
    “Here hold this,” Sydney handed me an open bottle of peppermint schnapps.
    I frowned down at the bottle and was planning on say something to her as she turned her phone over after receiving a text message, but before I had chance to talk to her she started jumping up and down. She grabbed my wrist again.
    “He’s here! He’s here!” she squealed.
    Crap .
    I was kind of hoping Max wasn’t going to show up. I felt sick to my stomach, but I followed Sydney out of room. She made sure the shut door tight after us.
    I noticed him as I walked slowly down the steep stairs. Thankfully, I had a good hold of the banister to help me because my legs were growing weaker. He stood talking in a crowd of three guys with his hands in his pockets. Occasionally, he would run his fingers through his light brown hair which laid so softly in waves that I wanted to reach up and touch it.
    As long as his back was to me, I could keep breathing and walking his way, but then as if he heard how loud and fast my heart was beating, he turned and locked eyes with me, but only for a second. His lips stretched into a grin and his eyes darted over my outfit.
    Sydney pulled me to a stop right next to him. I crossed my arms, feeling awkward but worst of all I started to sweat under my arms and above my lip. There were too many people crowded in the room and the heat was becoming insufferable.
    Surprisingly, he looked nervous also. He wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Instead, he stared at his feet and swung his arms back and forth.  Max Fender the star hockey player with cinnamon brown wavy hair and blue violet eyes. I couldn’t believe it. He rubbed the back of his head and murmured something that no one could understand as he stepped away then toward me. Sydney stood in front of