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her I could do something with them. "I can't trust
someone whose teeth are whiter than my dad's bleached
undershirts."
    "Okay, that's an image I can do without."
    "Just trying to make a point." I tug at the pearls, but
they don't budge.
    "About Candi's teeth?"
    "No, about this whole thing. With Adam."
    Cat lets me whine for a few minutes before she has to
go to an aerobics class with her mom.
    I put the pearls back in the jewelry box and sit down
at my computer. I know I'm not supposed to care about
Adam, but I Google the band anyway. I might as well find
out what happened at the end of his interview this morning, even if I'm setting myself up for mega embarrassment.
    This first site I pull up is the band's official website. I
click on Adam's profile. Wow, what the ... ? He has a faux
hawk and I swear he's wearing eyeliner. I know it's a band
Pic, but still. I might have thought he looked cool if I didn't
know him. But now he just looks freaky. His light brown
eyes are zombie-like and with his hair cut short, his ears
stick out a bit. But I would notice those dimples anywhere.
    I guess anyone that becomes famous alters their appear ance in one way or another. I'm sure you get sucked into
that world very fast. New haircut, makeup, wardrobe.
Heck, I'm sure a lot of people even go under the knife. Perhaps Adam could get a lobotomy and they could take out
the obsessive part of his brain. Maybe just move a nerve
sensor or two and presto, he's normal.

    I open the next hit. His MySpace page. Dang, he has
over a thousand friends. Why oh why is he stuck on me
when he could have hundreds of other girls? Surely, one of
them will do. Maybe he just enjoys torturing me.
    I try to think of the exact moment when I stopped
liking Adam. I mean, I thought he was a cool guy, but I
wasn't in love. I enjoyed watching the band play. Adam was
always so intense on stage. He really got into the music.
The others guys were like that, too, but Adam's passion
seemed to reach a deeper level. That's what scares me most
about "Indigo Blues"-that he didn't write it on a whim,
or on one drunken night. That he really thought about
it before he put pen to paper. What if these are his real
feelings, like he said? Still, it's so unfair. There were some
things about him that seemed over-the-top, like how he
kept better track of me than my mother. Maybe I should've
noticed the warning signs earlier.
    He was always sticking to me whenever we were somewhere together, like Swedish fish stick to my teeth. Almost
like he was afraid I might disappear. I could feel his eyes on
me. At first it was flattering, but after a while it was really
annoying. He just needs to forget about me and move on.
    I search some more on the web. My last stop is the Wake Up, America site. There's so much happening, like
a caffeine-overload. Still, it doesn't take me long to spot
the bright red blinking link to the Blank Stare interview.
I launch the video. It starts out with a Pepto-Bismol commercial. How did they know I was watching?

    I catch a glimpse of Zach first. He's uber cute as usual.
All the guys are dressed really nicely, in bright crisp shirts
and dark blue jeans. Adam looks a little nervous, but he
still manages to answer all Allie and Harry's questions
about "Indigo Blues," about me. The interview isn't as
damaging to me as I thought it would be. I can't believe
they told Allie the true meaning of Blank Stare, though.
It's kind of funny to see her blush on national TV, but still,
she keeps her composure and moves right along to the next
question. I'm sure she's had more difficult moments, like
the time a few years ago when she interviewed a serial killer
who had a crush on her.
    Ugh, enough. I click off the computer and scoot my
chair away from the desk. Maybe I'm being too harsh on
Adam. Maybe he clings to me because he doesn't have
enough love in his life. I know he had a hard time growing up and his dad is so stiff. But