Save the Date (14 page)

As Madison was saving her document, she heard voices downstairs and the sound of a door shutting. Someone was in the living room with Mom, and he had a deeper-than-deep voice.

Madison rushed over to the den to see who was there.

“Madison!” Mom cried when she saw her daughter appear in the doorway. “You remember Paul, don’t you?”

Madison nodded. “Sorta.”

Paul extended his hand to shake Madison’s. She shook back but let go real fast.

“Well,” Paul said. “Your mom has been telling me so much about you. She says you’ve been super-busy.”

Madison nodded again. “Uh-huh.”

“What are you working on today?” Paul asked.

“Nothing,” Madison said, still restricting her responses to two syllables.

Mom didn’t like the way Madison was behaving, but she didn’t say anything embarrassing. Actually, she didn’t say much of anything. She was just smiling.

It was the same look Madison noticed after Mom’s first date with Paul.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

There was a knock on the glass sliding doors in the kitchen, and Billy the contractor appeared—gap-toothed grin and all. He’d been out in the backyard, repairing shingles on the side of the house. Mom decided to hire him for a few smaller jobs after he finished fixing the leaky chimney and roof.

“Well, hello,” Billy said to Madison when he came into the kitchen. He was looking for a glass of water.

Madison shrugged. “Hi,” she said.

Ring, ring.

No sooner had Billy appeared than the telephone rang. Mom was still busy talking to Paul, so Madison answered it.

“Hey, Dad,” she said into the receiver. He was talking quickly from inside his car.

“On my way—over—no Stephanie—dinner—want to go—bowling again?” Dad asked. His voice kept getting cut off from the cell-phone static.

“Sure,” Madison said. “See you in a little while.”

“Who was that?” Mom asked after Madison hung up the phone.

“Dad’s on his way,” Madison replied.

“It’s early,” Mom said. “Gee, that’s a switch. Your father is early! I like that.” She smiled.

Madison smiled back.

As she glanced around the room, Madison saw Paul shuffling through papers at the kitchen table. Next to the kitchen sink, Billy poured himself a second glass of water. Meanwhile Dad was somewhere in Far Hills racing through traffic to get to the house.

Like swarms of bees, the guys in Madison’s and her mom’s life were buzzing around tonight. But the date, the fix-it guy, the big D—none of it stung the way it had last week. Things were different now, although Madison wasn’t exactly sure why or how they’d gotten that way.

The only thing she knew for sure was that she’d be saving this date in her memory banks for a long time to come.

Today, for the first time, Madison didn’t feel scared about Dad liking Stephanie or Mom dating—even if that meant her dating Paul.

Today, for the first time, Madison didn’t feel worried about being on the same side as Ivy—even if it meant being a superstar in class. She knew who her
real
friends were, and they mattered way more than a stupid science contest.

And today, for the very first time, Madison just didn’t feel like checking in with some online calendar—or any kind of schedule. She’d let herself be surprised about the next thing that might happen.

And maybe—just maybe—the surprise would involve a certain someone whose named started with
H.

=8–0                    Shocked

%-6                      Brain-dead

{ (i)}                    Butterfly

YR                      Yeah, right

TAW                    Teachers are watching

GGN                   Gotta go now

TLGO                 The list goes on

And O and O      And on and on

N2M                    Not too much

e-z                       Easy

GIWIST              Gee, I wish I said that

TMA                   Take my advice

It’s easy to be a poser online, isn’t it? When Chet tried to fool me with his note about science class, I almost fell for it, especially since his screen name is so close to his sister Fiona’s screen name. I fooled him right back this time—but what if I hadn’t? Who knows what other pranks people could pull in a chat room or in an e-mailbox?
Be careful about what you read and respond to online.
Check your e-mail sources carefully if you ever have questions about something that’s written to you. Don’t let yourself be fooled!

Visit Madison at the author’s web site:
www.lauradower.com

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“Y
OU HAVE THE NEW
issue of
Blast
!” Madison said, grabbing the teen magazine off her friend Fiona Waters’s bed. On the cover was Nikki, the most popular pop star all over Far Hills Junior High—and across the globe.

“Oh my God! Isn’t she beeee-yootiful?” Madison’s other friend Aimee Gillespie said, reaching for the magazine from Madison. “I wish I looked just like this.”

In the cover photo, Nikki was wearing an off-the-shoulder striped top, shorts, and glitter makeup. Neon blue streaks striped her hair, and she had on three-inch platform shoes.

“Sure, Aim,” Madison said, laughing. “I can just see you painting your hair that color. And those shoes would look good in ballet class.”

Fiona giggled. “Read the article, you two. It says that she’s dating one of the guys from Jimmy J.”

“That’s a lie!” Aimee said. “Let me see.”

The three friends plopped down onto the carpeted floor in Fiona’s bedroom and flipped to the cover story: “Meet Nikki Up Close!” There was a photographic spread with Nikki in different costumes, including some shots from her last concert.

“I love that outfit,” Fiona said, pointing to a cropped silver shirt.

“She has a ring on every finger. Just like me,” Madison said.

“Nikki was born near Far Hills?” Aimee said, reading the text of the article aloud. “Wow. She is like us. Did you know she lived near here?”

Fiona nodded. “Of course I knew that.”

“How could you not have known that?” Madison asked Aimee.

“I don’t know,” Aimee shrugged. “I’m not a Nikki expert or anything.”

“Nikki has the perfect life,” Fiona mused. “She’s visited something like fifty countries. How cool is that?”

Madison nodded. “She has a movie coming out, too, I think.”

“She really has perfect hair,” Aimee moaned.

“Come on, you have hair like Nikki’s, Aimee,” Fiona said.

“Nah, mine isn’t as blond as hers. She has a better haircut. And look at her stomach. It is soooo flat.”

“You can say that again,” Madison said. “I wish I had her stomach. I wish I had her whole body.”

“What?” Fiona asked. “What’s wrong with your body, Maddie?”

“You mean besides my butt?” Madison chuckled.

“What are you talking about?” Fiona said.

Madison sighed. “Come on, Fiona. Nikki is perfect and … well … I’m not exactly …”

“Maddie!” Fiona cried. “You guys need a reality check. She is not perfect. My dad told me that there are artists who airbrush pictures of celebrities like Nikki so that they look perfect. No one is
that
perfect.”

“I thought you liked her,” Madison said.

“I do,” Fiona said. “I like her clothes and her songs and her cool life—”

“Come on, Fiona,” Aimee grumbled. “We’re all just jealous. Admit it.”

“Whatever!” Fiona threw her arms into the air and got up off the floor. “I’m going to get something to drink. Does anyone else want a snack?”

“Um, did your mom make any cookies today?” Madison asked coyly.

Fiona’s mother, Mrs. Waters, was the Cookie Queen. She baked baskets of gingersnaps and sugar wafers when Fiona and her twin brother Chet had friends over to visit.

“Maddie!” Aimee nudged Madison with her elbow. “How can you eat cookies? You just said you wished you were more like Nikki. Do you think she eats cookies all day? You can’t eat that stuff if you want people to notice you.”

“What are you talking about? What
people
?” Madison said.

“People at school,” Aimee said. “You know. Guys.
Everyone.
”

“But I like cookies,” Madison said.

“I like cookies, too, Maddie,” Fiona said. “I’ll go see if Mom made any.”

Fiona disappeared toward the kitchen to get a tray of snacks, leaving Madison and Aimee alone in her bedroom.

Aimee stood up and walked over to Fiona’s bulletin board. It was decorated with photographs, postcards, and a row of colored ribbons Fiona had won over the years playing sports. There was a spring soccer schedule tacked up on the board, too, with dates of upcoming matches.

“No wonder Fiona doesn’t stress about her stomach,” Aimee said. “She’s always playing soccer.”

“Well,” Madison said. “You do ballet every day.”

“
Almost
every day,” Aimee said. “It’s not the same.”

Madison dropped onto Fiona’s bed and bounced lightly. “Let’s put on some tunes,” she said. Fiona’s iPod was in the dock on her nightstand but Aimee clicked on the clock radio instead.

Aimee surfed for a popular local station. The girls often tuned in because the station would give away movie tickets and song downloads to listeners.

A high-pitched voice sang a familiar melody.

And I know

Yes, I do

From the moment we met

Yes, us two

“Oh-em-gee!” Aimee squealed. “It’s NIKKI!”

“Turn it up,” Madison yelled. The two girls bounced on and off the edge of Fiona’s bed, singing every lyric along with the radio.

I wanna be closer still

There’s a place in my heart that you fill

I could be what you want

I know this is true

Aimee leaped up and twirled around, striking a pose as if she were singing into a microphone.

Madison fell backward onto the bed, laughing.

“What are you guys doing?” Fiona asked, walking back into the room with a tray of juice boxes and chocolate-chip cookies.

“Nikki’s on the radio!” Aimee said, still dancing.

I could be sugar-sweet like you

Sugar, sugar-sweet

Fiona smiled. She put the tray down on her night-stand, and the three friends joined together in a circle.

“SUGAR-SWEET!” they squealed as the last chorus ended and Nikki’s voice faded away.

“This is Stevie Steves and you’re listening to WKBM KABOOM! Far Hills radio,” the announcer’s voice roared across the airwaves once the song had finished. “And that was sugar-sweet superstar Nikki performing her number-one smash hit ‘Sugar Sweet Like You.’”

“I LOVE that song!” Madison said.

The announcer continued. “But that’s not all, listeners. Get this! Nikki is coming to Far Hills. Stay tuned for details….”

Madison, Aimee, and Fiona stopped short, jaws open.

“Did he just say—?” Madison gasped.

“Oh-em-gee!” Aimee said.

Fiona sat down on the edge of her bed near the radio. “Shh! Shh! Let’s listen and hear what they have to say!”

As the radio commercial finished, Stevie Steves came back onto the radio. “Tune in to win tickets to Nikki right here!”

“SHE’S COMING TO FAR HILLS?” Aimee screeched. “WE CAN WIN?”

“Shh!” Fiona hushed. “My mom will hear us.”

Aimee couldn’t contain her excitement. She continued to jump around the room.

Knock-knock.

The three friends looked at each other, sure that Mrs. Waters had heard. Fiona went to open the door, but Chet poked his head inside before she could get there.

“Keep it down in there!” Chet barked. “Quit screaming.”

“Get out of my room, dork!” Fiona snapped back, throwing a shoe at the door.

“You’re the dork!” Chet shot back, slamming the door behind him.

Madison and Aimee just laughed.

“I’m glad I don’t have a brother,” Madison said, grabbing a cookie.

Aimee put her hands on her hips. “Yeah, and I have
three.
Lucky me.”

Fiona stuffed a cookie in her mouth too, but Aimee said she didn’t want one. “How can you guys eat at a time like this? We have a chance to win tickets to a Nikki concert!”

Madison took another bite. “Mmmmmmm?”

“What does that have to do with anything, Aim?” Fiona said.

The radio announcer came back on with all the contest details. “To win, all you need to do is to call us here at WKBM KABOOM! And if you’re the lucky random caller, you may be chosen as a super Nikki ticket winner. That means four tickets for you and your closet friends—plus a special trip backstage to meet Nikki up close!”

“Meet Nikki!” Aimee squealed.

“We could
all
go!” Madison said.

“This is so exciting!” Fiona cried. “Okay, I’m totally going to call.”

Fiona turned down the volume dial on the radio and picked up the phone receiver.

Fiona had her very own phone right there in her bedroom. It was the coolest shade of grape-purple, and Madison loved the rainbow stickers she’d used to decorate the handle.