I’ve always liked the boy down the road. I had a crush on him, the first time we met. He’s got really pretty blue eyes, and when he smiles he has crooked teeth. His brothers are cute too, but he’s my favorite. He’s really smart, and has a pretty voice. I wish he liked me, though. I think I’m invisible to him. I always go and watch him and his brothers sing. The girls in the crowd all like them. I see him talk with the other girls. I don’t blame him, because they are cuter than I am. If only I was pretty, then he would like me.
The boy down the road called me today. He was so excited. He said that the band got a recording contract, and they were going to be famous. I told him I was happy for him, though I wasn’t really. He would be going away for a long time. I knew that he would be famous, and all the girls would like him. He would forget about me. I had been excited when he called me, but then he said he was calling everyone in his mother’s phone book. My mother was in his mother’s phonebook. So much for that.
The boy down the road is looking at me right now. His face is plastered all over my room. He’s famous, my crush is famous. It’s really amazing. I talk to people who love the band, and they ask me if I ever met them. I tell them no, I’m not sure why. They came home for a bit, but I only saw them once. I watch them on television every time they come on. I pretend he is smiling at me, and not the camera and the audience. He has a pretty smile. My mother says she is worried about me. I’m not acting normal. I can’t wait until he comes home again, I’m going to talk to him.
I talked to him today. They are home now, but not for long. They are moving across town. He didn’t tell me where. He doesn’t want me to know. He wouldn’t even let me in the house. I stood on the porch, it was wet outside. He didn’t even ask me inside. It’s okay with me though. They are probably just too busy to have anyone come inside. After they move, I’m sure I’ll find out where they live. Then I can see him again.
They’ve been home a long time ago. They aren’t as famous as they were. I still love them of course. I love him. I know where they live. I drive by the house everyday. I don’t know if they notice. My mother is mad at me. She screams at me all the time. She makes me see people who ask a lot of questions. I know they think I’m crazy. I’m just in love, and they don’t understand. I have to see him soon. I need to see him.
July 15, 1999.
Thousands of teenage girls are in mourning today. The teen popstar Taylor Hanson has been killed. A sixteen-year-old girl broke into the Hanson home, shot the young man, then shot herself. The girl was believed to be a long time acquaintance of the family. She was mentally unstable. The funeral plans are being made for both teens. A private ceremony will be held for the Hanson’s family and friends, but it’s certain that the fans will be lined for miles. It’s sad to see how far obsession can go.