Hi! It took a month, but I've finally finished my first story. Actually, it was finished before the holidays, I just extended it. Anyway, I've won three awards for it, which I think is wicked cool. Thanks to Stephen whose page and story rocks! I also won it from Stacy whose stories are awesome. And, the first girl to give me a story award was Beaker whose stories are to die for. Thanks everyone for the way awesome awards.

Okay, disclaimer time. I change the disclaimer as the story develops, and since this story is finished, this is the last time.

I have never met Hanson. Don't know them either. Neither my Dad or my mother works at Mercury Records or at Polygram. Too bad. Also, this is fiction. FICTION!! One of my friends was like "This could never happen and blah, blah, blah." Duh. Like it's going to happen. As far as I know, Daisy White, or most of the people in this story don't exist. If they do, oh well. Don't take my ideas. Get your own. You know, use your brain or something.

Lissa

January 30, 1998

March 10, 1997

I have been in love for a long time. But, as far as I'm concerned, he doesn't have to know. In fact, we're not even going out. We're just friends. We'll probably be that way forever.

I'm sure you're confused. My name's Daisy White. I live in a town you've probably never heard of. Forest Creek, Oregon. But every year, my family goes to Santa Monica, California. Lots of families do. Last year, there was a new family. The Hansons. They were they because their three oldest boys were recording an album.

The guy I love is one of those boys. His name is Taylor. He is the most gorgeous creature God has ever taken the time to create. He's also the sweetest, kindest, warmest, and funniest the guy I know. Boy, I've got it bad.

Unfortunately, nothing can ever come of this attraction. Because I'm sure he doesn't feel the same. If I turn back to May 1996 in my journal, I can still remember that summer...........