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time one of his movies comes out, his friends start acting a little weird. Like they don’t know what to say to him.
    “They probably think I don’t care anymore about how the S.C. High basketball team is doing and what’s going on in their lives,” he said sadly. “But I do.” He motioned around the fancy trailer.
    “They’d be freaked if they saw all this.”
    “I know what you mean,” I said. “Sometimes I’m embarrassed when kids come to my house for the first time. The house is so huge and we have so much stuff. And why? My dad makes
    movies. Big deal. A lot of people work even harder than he does and don’t make enough to live on.”
    “Yeah,” agreed Tyler. “I think, Who am I to make so much money and have all this attention?
    I’m not any better than anyone else. Just luckier. But I don’t always feel so lucky.”
    “And you think, How can I complain about anything when I have so much? Right?”
    “Right,” said Tyler softly.
    We looked into each other’s eyes and I felt the current between us again — just like in Zeke’s room.
    “Tyler, put a move on,” a gruff voice called out. “They want you on the set.”
    Tyler’s uncle Fred stood in the doorway. “Of course you can come too, Ms. Blume,” he told me.
    Tyler said it would be great if I could come.
    I said yes. I could tell he really wanted me there. Practically everyone Tyler deals with wants something from him. Tyler needs friends to talk to who don’t want anything from him. I’m willing to be his friend.
    But that’s all.
    Just friends.
    Vance called a break, then they’re going to shoot the scene — again. Tyler is headed in my direction. More later.
    6:00 P.M.
    Tyler talked to me during the break. We tried to carry on a conversation but were constantly interrupted. Makeup and wardrobe people were all over him with touch-ups and adjustments.
    Then the break was over. I knew they were going to shoot the same scene again. And again. So I told Tyler I was going to leave.
    “Can you go out to dinner with me tonight?” he asked. “So we can talk some more? I could pick you up at seven.”
    Having dinner with Tyler seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. I said sure without even thinking.
    Now I can’t believe it. I have a date with Tyler ? Did I just write we’re only friends? I meant that. Just friends. But I’m thrilled that we’re going out to dinner, just the two of us. There’s so much I don’t know about him. I hope that he’ll talk about his friends and his life back in Santa Claus.
    I always worried about what to talk about with Justin.
    With Tyler I’m not afraid about that at all.
    I’ve been home for half an hour, but my parents aren’t here yet.
    I’ll call Dad at work. I can’t go out without telling at least one of my parents.
    6:30 P.M.
    Dad was in his office. I told him that Tyler asked me to have dinner with him. I explained that it isn’t like a date-date, and that I think Tyler misses being around regular kids.
    Dad said that was probably true. “But Tyler’s in a strange world right now, Maggie,” he said.
    “All this attention at such a young age. Going out with him isn’t like going out with a boy from Vista.”
    I told Dad I knew that, but that Tyler wants to be treated like he’s just another guy.
    “Well, he seems to have his head on his shoulders,” ad conceded. “I’ll say that for him.”
    I told Dad that I have my head on my shoulders too.
    “I hope you do, Maggie. Because even going to dinner with someone as famous as Tyler can be a little bizarre. But go ahead. Have a good time.”
    It’s a school night so I have to be home by ten.
    I’m going very causal, in jeans. I don’t want Tyler to think that I think our sort-of date is a big deal.
    Now all I have to do is wait.
    Just heard Mom coming up the stairs. Have to tell her what I’m doing.
    7:00 P.M.
    Mom’s been drinking. Surprise. When I said I wanted to talk to her, she led me back downstairs to