After about thirty minutes in the car, Hanna flipped out the latest addition of her PEOPLE magazine. She had gazed intently at the cover for a while, before turning to me with a blinding smile.

"Oh my gawd! Don't you think Sam Evans is so hot?" She pushed the magazine onto my lap. On the cover was none other than Sam Evans, famous son to the president, in all of his shirtless glory, with his brown hair swept perfectly away from his face and his deep green eyes flashing dangerously. I was genuinely surprised that he didn't have a ditsy blonde plastered to his side.

God help me, not this again. We've already had this conversation, like, ten times.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes," No, not really. I think he's an egotistical jerk who loves attention too much,"

Hanna gasped at me with wide eyes, her bright pink lips pressed into a fine line. She released an exasperated breath before proceeding to speak highly of Sam. " What!? You hardly know him, so you can't say that,"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my freckled arms over my chest," Oh please. Like you know him any better!"

"I do know him. Haven't you read PEOPLE? They only give you the truth,"

I groaned out loud and inwardly face palmed at my sister's stupid comment. I mean, I knew people could be stupid, but it kind of hurt that my own flesh and blood could be so clueless. Blondes were supposed to be brainless, and let me tell you, I hated that stereotype, being a very smart blonde and all, but my sister practically basked in the attention she got from being a ditsy, pretty blonde. I knew better though, because that was all a mask. She was secretly good at solving hard math equations. Why she felt the need to cake on makeup and act as though her brain was shriveled like a raisin, I had no idea.

"Look, we've already talked about this. Magazine companies use lies to generate money because people love a good scandal. Do you honestly think Sam Evans would do that?" I asked, pointing at the stupid headline on the cover," Of course not, because it's fake!"

I chucked it at her across the small gap in between us. She caught it and placed her hands on either edge of it, where his ears were.

"Don't listen to her, Sammy. She's just jealous of your great hair and amazing social life," Hanna talked to the picture of the boy on the cover like her baby, which I guess he was.

That's it....

I launched myself at her while peeling it from her perfectly manicured fingers. Then, I ripped his picture off from the rest of the useless junk in her magazine. Stuffing it between the seats, I made a blowing up gesture, my signature move at that time, and laughed.

"BOOM!!! I won!"

"Moooommm, tell your daughter to behave!"

My mother turned around in her seat, holding her phone in her hand, and glared at both of us for interrupting her text message. A piece of bleach blonde hair fell into her eyes and she blew it away before she spoke to both of us.

"Don't fight! I'm sick of hearing this over and over again. I need both," she shot a look at Hanna," of you to behave tonight. The president's son will be there, and I want Poppy to be nice and Hanna you will act sane when you see him," she proceeded to text on her phone.

I thought I could be nice to him, as long as I didn't have to meet him. I was pretty sure that I'd have a hard time restraining myself from chocking him with all of the cocky, jerky energy that he emanated. Just thinking about him got my blood boiling, so I was sure that seeing him wouldn't be good for my health. I unpaused the song on my phone, Drops of Jupiter by Train, and envisioned the words in my head. I would've sang out loud, but I didn't want mom to blow up at me again. To be completely fair, my mom was under a lot of stress at the moment, with her law firm letting go of a lot of people, so I didn't blame her for having a short temper.

With drops of Jupiter in her hair

Just then, my phone buzzed and a new text message appeared on the screen. It was from Addy. Her contact name read ADDY IS THE BOMB!!!! She'd changed it a little while back, and I didn't have the heart to change it back to just Addy. Plus it made me laugh every time I saw it.

ADDY IS THE BOMB!!!!
Hey girl, want to come hang? My aunt is over and I need an excuse to get away. She wants me to play Pictoinary and eat fake meat. I just can't.

The Poppster
I wish, but Mr. Attorney General has a thing tonight, and he's insisting I tag along. At least you can wear your pajamas. I've got to wear one of Hanna's dresses.

ADDY IS THE BOMB!!!!
Oooh, do you look like a stripper? ;)

The Poppster
Haha... No

I looked out my window as I awaited her reply. We were close to the place that they were holding the gala at, and I was relieved that it wasn't at the White House because I'd been to that place so many times I could puke.

Buzzz

ADDY IS THE BOMB!!!!
Well, have fun and say hi to Sam Evans for me. :) Ugh my aunt's calling. Wish me luck....

The Poppster
Don't get me started on him. Anyways, eat some fake meat for me :)

My dad pulled into the parking lot and drove until he found a spot. He parked next to a Buick, and both him and mom turned around to face us. Dad smiled at me while mom stated the rules. We'd been doing this since I was eleven, so I was pretty sure we didn't need to hear them again. Besides, Hanna and I were perfectly capable of handling ourselves.

"Got it?"

"Wait what?" I hadn't been listening. That didn't matter to me at the time, though, because I honestly didn't care. I was just going to hide in the bathroom anyways.

"Never mind, we haven't got time. Just be polite when we chat with the president and his son. What's his name again, honey?" Mom turned to dad, looking for an answer. I was surprised she didn't remember because her and Hanna read PEOPLE all the time.

"I believe it's Sam. I've been told he's a nice boy," dad winked at me.

Oh great, I actually had to talk to him. Wasn't this going to be just amazing?