Take My Advice by Robin Palmer

Author:Robin Palmer [Palmer, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101535790
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2012-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

I had hoped it wouldn’t get to this point, but I realized I had no choice. I still needed advice.

It was time to set up another Skype session.

This time, a Triple-S one.

Connor Forrester was the one who came up with the actual idea for the Skype Snack Session, aka Triple S. Before I had met him I never would’ve thought that we could’ve been friends. He was really cute . . . and a big star . . . and really cute . . . and a big star. But we got along really well, and he made me laugh a lot. Plus, he was the first (and only) boy I had ever kissed. And even though I didn’t like him like-him, we were friends.

You’d think that someone who was as big of a star as Connor would be all stuck-up and full of himself and think that everything he had to say was super-important, like on the level of Dr. Maude, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, the more I got to know him, the more I discovered that—like Laurel—he could be just as nervous and unsure of himself as unfamous people.

After I got back to New York, we got into this thing where once a week we would Skype while eating a snack at the same time (that’s where the name came from). Because we could see each other on the computer, it was almost like hanging out in person, but the good news was (a) we didn’t have to worry about the paparazzi taking pictures of us, and (b) I didn’t have to worry about whether my breath smelled from Doritos.

Connor was shooting his new movie, Monkeyin’ Around, in Mexico (his last seven movies had starred chimps or apes or orangutans), so his schedule had been a little crazy lately, but when I texted him: Need an emergency Triple S NOW!!!, he immediately texted me back: Give me 5 min—need to wash monkey slobber off.

“So what’s going on, dudette?” he asked a few minutes later as we snacked away. I tried not to have snack envy, but it was hard. While I crunched away on a bag of boring old pita chips, I could see that he had a whole spread of fun foods such as trail mix, Nutter Butter cookies, and chocolate-covered raisins. Squinting, I saw that there even seemed to be some gummi worms there. Obviously, he had hit the craft services truck before going to his trailer.

Craft services was this place they had on TV and movie sets that was full of tons of different foods that you could take as much of as you wanted for free. Which, because movie stars made so much money, seemed a little unfair.

“Well, I kind of need your advice about something,” I began.

“A big-time advice columnist like you needs my advice?!” he exclaimed. When I had e-mailed Connor about my column, he was really impressed. “Dude, that is so cool!”

I rolled my eyes. “Connor—”

“Sorry—I mean dudette.”

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