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and other famous people for years, and it’s going to keep happening.  But you can’t believe everything you read.”
    “I know that.  But I’m your mother.  I worry.  Can you really blame me?” 
    “No,” I sigh and sit back down.  
    “The truth is, honey, I know how you feel about Sam.  I know he’s your friend, but I also know he’s more to you than that.  And I just... the last thing I want is to see you get hurt.”  Her voice and her eyes, the same shape and color as mine, are completely sincere.
    As much as she loves Sam, I know there’s also part of her that resents him for not liking me back.  She’s felt that way ever since he and the guys decided to skip our Senior Prom to go perform a last-minute show after we’d all agreed to go as a group.  Joni and I decided to ditch Prom as well to accompany them on their gig.  It actually turned out to be a pretty fantastic night anyway, but I’ll admit, I still would have liked to have had one dance with him.  
    “Mom, he’s not going to hurt me.  I promise.”
    “I hope so, sweetheart.  Because you deserve the world.”
    “I love you,” I say and wrap my arms around her shoulders, breathing in her warm, familiar perfume.  It smells like my childhood, and like home.  
    “I love you, too.”    
    ⋯
    Every time we come home, Sam’s mom, Laurel, invites everyone over to celebrate and to just enjoy some down time together.  Laurel has always loved hosting parties, even before Sam bought her her dream house in Marin County.  Now, she loves hosting them even more, but with Sam on the road so often, she claims she never has much of a reason to throw one.  
    For the party, I prepare my famous peanut butter chip brownies.  They’re Sam’s favorite.  I’m not much use in the kitchen most of the time, but I have to admit, I make some damn good brownies.  
    By the time we arrive, the Foremans and the Berkleys are already there.  I’m not sure Jesse’s family will make it.  They live up near Napa.  But I’m sure Josh and his parents will show up.  
    Sam is waiting to greet us even before we make it to the door.  Somehow, he looks extra handsome whenever he’s home.  He’s wearing dark skinny jeans and a loose, white button-down shirt.  His hair is messy as ever and his broad smile is absolutely contagious.
    “Welcome!” he exclaims, throwing his arms out.  
    I go in to hug him, but Mom gets there, first.  I guess she’s gotten over whatever reservations she’d had about me being around him earlier.  
    “Sam, it’s so good to see you!” she tells him.
    “You too, Mrs. Parker.”  Even though Sam’s mom insists that we call her Laurel, Sam has never felt comfortable addressing anyone else’s parents that way.  
    My brother and sister are next.  To my little brother Aidan, Sam is the older brother he wishes he had.  He’s seven, and in his eyes, Sam is a regular superhero.  My little sister, Brooklyn, however, is just about as taken with Sam as I am.  She smiles shyly up at him and giggles when he asks her how she’s doing.  At thirteen, all of her friends listen to The Kind of September, but she is incredibly modest about having grown up with several of its members.  
    After them, my dad claps a hand on Sam’s shoulder and says, “Looking good, son.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”  Sam is always so polite to my family.  
    Finally, it’s my turn to greet him.  Even though we’ve texted, I haven’t actually gotten to see him in almost a week.  That’s not okay.  
    Instead of a smile or a hug, however, he just stares down at the platter in my hand.
    “Is that what I think it is?” he asks.
    “Maybe,” I tease.  
    “You are my favorite person on this planet,” he says and finally pulls me into his arms.   
    There, in his warm and sturdy embrace, I can’t help thinking , Likewis e .     
    After he lets me go, he takes the brownies from me (“I don’t trust you with them,” he jokes) and