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“Why not? My dad has a camcorder.”

“Will he let you use it?”

“Um…well, he never uses it.”

“That’s not what he asked, dumbass!”

“Hey, knock it off!” a loud voice said, interrupting the other two people.

The arguing stopped, and the other two boys waited for their unofficial leader to speak. Like all three of them, Ryan Young was 12 years old. And like the main character on the teen TV show, Dawson’s Creek, Dawson Leery, Ryan had big dreams of being a Hollywood director one day. He and his two best friends, Adam Smith and Carlos Lopez, had already made one over the summer break, a cheesy horror movie, and now they had nearly three weeks to shoot, edit, and produce another a second ‘film’.

Ryan paused for effect then said, “Arguing doesn’t accomplish anything. We need to focus.”

No one else said anything as they waited for the wanna-be director to tell them what to do.

“Carlos. Ask your dad if you can use the camcorder.”

“I could just take it,” the young Latino-American boy said.

“No. That’s not the way we do things. Get his permission.”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll ask. Jeez.”

“Adam. You’ve got money. We need some costumes and props. Can you hit your mom up to make them and maybe help us buy a few things?”

“I got money of my own,” the son of one of the wealthiest families in town said.

“Yeah, but same deal. If we get your parents to buy in, we have less problems along the way, right?”

Adam did have money. He just didn’t have brains. Or at least not any that he cared to use very often.

“All right. Fine. I’ll get her to do it.”

“No, you ask her. Nicely.”

“Fine! Jeez already,” Adam snorted back.

“So what are you gonna do?” Carlos asked their fearless leader.

He smiled then announced his plan.

“I…am going to get the most beautiful girl in Mackenzie Middle School to be our leading lady!”

The other boys looked at each other then started laughing.

“Yeah, right! Like Hannah Summers is gonna be in a movie with us!” Adam declared with certainty.

“She will,” Ryan said.

“Yeah? How are you gonna do that? She’s 14, in 9th grade, and smokin’ hot!” Carlos wanted to know.

“Just leave that to me. I got this,” Ryan told him.

The truth was that he was one of the cutest boys in the 7th grade, but even so, Hannah Summers saw him as a little kid—if she even noticed him at all. Besides, she had a boyfriend already, and he was a sophomore in high school. And he was big. Really big. Even so, the boys knew that if anyone could pull this off, Ryan could.

Hannah was beautiful, but she was also really nice. And everyone who knew her was aware that she’d lost her dad almost three years ago in some kind of accident and still felt sorry for her because she was as nice as she was pretty.

“Okay. Good luck with that,” Adam said with a shake of his head.

“You get the money, and I’ll deliver Hannah, okay?” Ryan told him.

Satisfied with the beginning of their plan, Ryan asked if there were any questions. No one had any, so he told them to meet back at the abandoned warehouse the next afternoon with the camcorder and a buy-in from Adam’s mom.

It was mid-December, and school had just let out. But the Three Amigos, as they liked to call themselves, stayed after and hung out on the bleachers by the baseball field to go over the logistics of their next movie. Ryan hadn’t thought of a title yet, but it was definitely going to be romantic, and if he could get even a modest amount of funding, it would be as good as The Notebook and a movie Lubbock would talking about for decades.

The truth was that only a handful of people would likely ever even see their production, and they would be the only ones talking about it at all, let alone for years to come. None of them realized yet how they’d look back on it, but there would be plenty of head shaking, laughing, and questions like, “What were we thinking?”

When Ryan got home, he perked up immediately when he saw his Uncle James. Only Ryan’s father, Pete, who was James’s older brother, still called him Jimmy, and he was the only one James didn’t correct for using his boyhood name.

“Uncle James! Whuddup?” Ryan said as he saw his uncle working on his dad’s computer.

“New website for your dad. What do you think?”

James turned the iMac computer screen around and showed off his design.

“Awesome! That’s Dad’s?” the amazed boy asked.

“He has to approve it, but if he likes it, yeah.”

“That totally rocks!” his nephew said as he continued to admire the layout and the colors.

Pete Young was 45 and ran a landscaping business, and the website needed a complete overhaul. James felt certain that this was exactly what his big brother wanted, and felt equally confident it would attract new customers.

Pete was actually his half brother, and that was a big part of the reason for their 17-year difference in age. Their father had remarried later in life and James had come along as a consequence of his mother’s insistence on having a child of her own.

The brothers dikmen escort bayan had never been close until their father passed away a couple of years ago, but since the funeral, they’d bonded in a way neither of them ever thought possible. And the best part of it all was how Ryan had made a new best friend in the form of his Uncle James who knew everything about computers and designing websites.

“Dad!” Ryan said when his father walked in. “Check it out!”

“Nice!” his father said after a very quick look told him he agree it was good. A closer inspection told him it was fantastic.

“You’re a genius, Jimmy!” the older sibling said.

“You’re happy with it?”

“Thrilled even. It’s perfect. What do I owe you?”

His younger brother laughed then said very seriously, “A favor.”

His brother raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond.

“I’ll let you know what and when,” James told him.

“Hmmm. I know it won’t be setting you up with some hot chick. Lord knows you’ve got more of them than you can handle,” Pete said with a chuckle.

Ryan laughed because he knew that was true, and he was also now just old enough to realize he might be as good looking as his uncle one day. And were that the case, he couldn’t help but think that maybe even Hannah Summers was a possibility. It was a long shot to be sure, but like his Uncle James said, “You gotta dream big.”

James laughed then said, “Okay. I’ll lock this in and we’ll make it active if you’re sure it’s what you want.”

Pete took one more careful look at everything then told his brother to ‘do it’.

James showed Pete how to find out how many hits he was getting once it was up and running, then said something precautionary.

“If you want to change something, please don’t try and go in and do it yourself, okay?”

James knew computers. Pete knew landscaping. And he knew enough to know not to get involved with things he didn’t understand, and computers were one of them, so he promised he wouldn’t.

“So? What’s up with my favorite nephew?” James asked once he was finished working.

“We’re making another movie!”

“Oh. I see. Is it gonna be like the last one?”

James didn’t have the heart to tell his buddy his first attempt was bad. Really bad. He and his friends had put the whole thing together on their own, and that was what mattered, so James told them it was great. It was quite possibly the cheesiest horror movie ever made, and the only question was which was worse—the acting or the props and all the fake blood.

“This one’s gonna be even better, Uncle James! And it’s gonna be so romantic, any girl who sees it is gonna cry!”

James managed not to laugh when he imagined the girls crying due to how awful it was, but he knew Ryan had a passion for this, and if there was any way he could be of assistance, he’d do it.

“Hey. Tell you what. If you want some help with this one, just let me know, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. One of the nice things about being self-employed is being able to set your own hours. So if I can help out, give me a holler, okay?”

“Cool!” Ryan said as they high fived.

“So…are you seein’ anyone these days?” his uncle asked, also very seriously, even though Ryan was still a little too young for that.

Ryan smiled in a way that said he liked a girl, so his uncle pressed for information.

“Who is she? Is she hot? Does she like you, too?”

“She’s way hot!”

“And?”

“I…I don’t know. I haven’t exactly told her I like her.”

“And why not?” his confident uncle asked.

“Because. It’s…she’s…it’s just complicated, okay?” the very mature 12-year old replied.

“Is she…older?” James asked with a little smile.

“Maybe. A little. But she might already have a boyfriend. I’ve seen them together a few times, so…”

“Ah, okay. Yeah, that does complicate things. But you can work around that, you know.”

“How?” Ryan asked, now very interested.

“You’re a movie director, right? And he’s what? Maybe a football player or some other kind of loser claim to fame?”

Ryan laughed so it hard it made James laugh.

“He’s like really big,” his nephew explained.

“Yeah, but you’re a director. And chicks dig that.”

Ryan’s cheeks glowed a little bit when his uncle leaned closer then said as though it was a big secret, “And you’re a Young, and when it comes to women, we got it goin’ on, you know what I’m sayin’?”

The pre-teen only smiled and nodded, not sure how to respond. Saying, “Yeah, I know,” sounded cocky, and he’d been raised to never be arrogant. But denying it was untrue and lying was the only thing he’d ever been spanked for. It had only happened once, and ever since, Ryan did his best to always tell the truth no matter the consequences.

So James answered for him.

“You’re a good-lookin’ dude, Ryan. And you’re modest.”

He paused then said, “And chicks dig that, too.”

“Thanks, Uncle James,” the boy said more for the ‘advice’ than the compliment. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Nah. I can’t. elvankent escort bayan Got a big date tonight.”

“Oh, okay. Is this one serious?”

Now James laughed.

“Nope. None of them are ever serious.”

He looked right at his young nephew then told him, “And don’t you get too serious with any girl too soon, either, okay?”

Ryan promised he wouldn’t even though he had no idea what that actually meant since he’d never even held hands with a girl yet.

James gave his best little buddy a bro hug, got another high five, then let his brother know he was ‘outta here’.

“Thanks, Jimmy. Seriously. And I really am happy to pay you.”

“No way, Pete. We’re family.”

“Yeah. We sure are,” he told his little brother as they shook hands which ended in another bro hug, something that would never have happened when their father was still alive.

Just as he was leaving, Ryan ran out and called his name.

“What’s up, bud?” James asked.

“I was wondering if you’d do me a favor, Uncle James.”

“A favor, huh? Should I ask what it is before I say ‘yes’?”

“Probably.”

“Okay. So…are you gonna tell me or do I really have to ask?”

“Well, I need a leading lady for my movie. And the girl I have in mind is really pretty.”

“Ah, okay. So you’re thinking if I ask her, she might be more willing to agree, right?”

“Kind of,” Ryan replied almost sheepishly.

“I take it this pretty girl is older?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Let me see. I’m seeing a boyfriend. Maybe a really big boyfriend. Who’s in high school.”

“Uncle James!” Ryan said, as he started laughing.

James stood there and looked at his nephew who was now looking up at him.

“What’s in it for me?” James asked, as though he needed some incentive.

“Ummm. Oh! I could make you the assistant director,” Ryan offered.

“Assistant director, huh? You know what? I think I’m gonna need something more.”

“Hey! I know. You could be the executive producer!”

“Hmmm. Yeah. That’s better. I kinda like the sound of that. James Young. Executive producer.”

“So will you?”

James put his arm around Ryan’s shoulder then asked him when he wanted to do this.

“Is tomorrow okay?”

“Tomorrow. Wow. Let me see.”

James stood there with his hand on his chin as though he really needed to think this through.

“Yeah. I think I can squeeze you in. Have your people call me people, okay?”

Ryan’s face lit up, and James got an extra hug.

“You’re the best, Uncle James!” the 12-year old told him as he squeezed his uncle’s waist as hard as he could.

“Just call me when you’re ready. And maybe give me an hour’s advance notice, okay?”

“I will. I promise!”

It was 8am when James’s phone rang.

“Dude. Are you kidding me?” he said through one barely-open eye when he saw it was Ryan.

“Sorry, Uncle James. I’m kind of excited about asking Hannah to, you know…”

“Okay, but there’s no way we’re showing up to anyone’s house this early.”

“Oh. When wouldn’t be too early?”

“Um, let me think for a minute.”

James stretched then sat up knowing he wasn’t going to fall back asleep.

“Let’s try 1 o’clock.”

“Okay. I’ll ride my bike to your house and be there by one.”

“Oh. I’m not doing this unless her parents are home.”

“What?”

“What do you mean…what? Her mom and dad either okay this, or I’m not asking her or going with you or however you expect this to work.”

There was a lengthy pause before Ryan said, “Her dad died.”

“Oh, wow. Sorry, little bro. That’s awful. So that means her mom needs to be there.”

When Ryan didn’t answer, James asked if he was still on the phone.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“So I’ll see you at one then.”

“Right. One o’clock.”

When Ryan arrived at his uncle’s place, James was ready to go, so they headed straight to Hannah’s.

“What’s their last name?” James asked as they drove along.

“Summers.”

“Summers. Okay. Got it.”

“Do you know her mom?” James asked.

“Not really,” the boy said with a shy smile that told James there was more to the story.

“So…no?”

When he looked over at him, he could tell Ryan was blushing.

“What’s that all about?”

“Nothin’.”

“Come on. Spill it!”

Ryan fidgeted a little then said, “Her mom’s…really beautiful. Like Hannah.”

“Ah, okay. So did someone have a crush on someone’s mom before he had a crush on her daughter?”

“No!” Ryan said so fast it made James laugh.

“It’s okay. I had my share of crushes on older women growing up. Even had one on one of my teachers once.”

This time, the goofy look on Ryan’s face told him he had the same kind of crush.

“Wait. On Mrs. Summers or a teacher?”

“Both?” Ryan sort of admitted.

The look his uncle gave him made him feel weird until James held out a hand and said, “That’s my boy!”

Ryan slapped it and that ended the discussion about crushes and older women.

James knew he should emek escort bayan have called first, but it was too late for that as he stood next to Ryan and watched him knock on the door.

There were some sounds of movement then silence before the door opened.

“May I help you?” a woman asked as she peeked through the narrow opening.

“Ryan?” James said to his nephew who was suddenly unable to speak.

“Um, hi. Yes. I…I was wondering if Hannah was home.”

“Yes. She’s here. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Wait. Calling?”

James tried not to laugh before explaining the other meaning of the word.

“Oh, okay,” the embarrassed young man said.

The woman opened the door a little more, and that’s when James got his first real look at her. Ryan hadn’t been exaggerating. She was a very attractive woman who reminded him of an actress. He almost had the name before a voice distracted him.

“My name is Ryan Young, and I’m making a movie. Well, actually—another movie.”

“I…see,” the woman said with a warm smile.

She then turned to James and asked, “And you are?”

“Sorry. I’m James. Young. I’m Ryan’s uncle.”

“Ah. Are you by any chance the director of this movie?” she asked, the smile on her very pretty face even bigger.

“No. That would be my nephew. He was a little intim…”

“Mom? Who is it?” the three of them heard as a younger girl walked up next to her.

“Hi, Hannah!” Ryan said immediately.

“Do I know you?” she asked in a very nice way.

“Maybe. We um, we go to school together. My name’s Ryan.”

When Hannah kind of shook her head, Ryan gave her his last name.

“I’m really sorry, Ryan. I don’t think I know you.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay. We have time for that.”

Hannah looked at Ryan then at her mom, and it was obvious they were both trying not to laugh.

“I see. And when would that be?” Hannah asked, again in a very kind way.

“When we make our movie,” Ryan told her.

“Oh. Now I understand,” she replied as though that cleared everything up.

“What my nephew is trying to say is that he’d like to ask you to, well, star in his movie,” James explained.

Hannah noticed him immediately and had been trying not to stare. He was obviously a lot older, but he was so good looking it had been a real challenge. She now had permission to look and did so.

“Star in his movie, huh?” she asked, a beautiful smile now on her pretty face.

“That’s the plan,” James told her in a way that said this was Ryan’s dream and nothing more.

“Will you be involved?” Hannah asked him.

“He’s the executive producer,” Ryan answered for his uncle.

“Wow. That’s…impressive,” Hannah replied to Ryan while never taking her eyes off of James.

“It’s gonna be amazing!” Ryan said as he started rattling off his ‘vision’ for this ‘epic production’ that the town of Lubbock would be talking about for years to come.

“So this could lead to the big time then,” Hannah said as seriously as she could.

“I guess so,” Ryan replied, not sure how to respond.

“Well, I suppose I could at least talk to you…both…some more,” Hannah said, again looking at James.

“I have a few questions of my own,” the beautiful mom said. “Would you gentlemen care to come in?”

“Um, sure. Thank you,” James said for them both before reminding her he hadn’t gotten her name.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. I’m Ali. Ali Summers.”

“That’s it!” James said out loud causing Ali and Hannah to give him a funny look.

“My apologies. I was trying to come up with the name of the um, well, the movie actress you remind me of?”

“Me?” Ali said with a laugh.

“Yes, ma’am. And coincidentally, her name is Ali, too. Ali Larter.”

“Oh! From the Final Destination series!” Hannah said as the ‘men’ stepped inside. “Mom, she’s really pretty, and you do look like her.”

“Oh, my. Well, in that case, thank you,” she told James. She had no idea who this other Ali was, but she accepted the compliment as given.

She offered them a choice of coffee, tea, or soda, then began trying to get some information.

“So who’s funding this venture?” was her first question.

Ryan looked to his uncle for help who explained.

“How are you paying for it?”

“Oh. Well, I have a friend named Adam. His mom is gonna help us out with costumes and props, and stuff.”

“And may I ask what kind of movie this will be?”

Ali’s smile was disarming and beautiful. He hair was just shy of shoulder length and darker than Ali Larter’s. As James continued looking at her, she also reminded him of another Ali who’s name was spelled differently. Allie McGraw had been one of James’s crushes when he was Ryan’s age after watching Love Story with a babysitter.

He was angry about having been made to have one when he was 12, but she’d turned out to be 17 and as pretty as any girl he’d ever seen. So when she asked him if he liked old, classic movies, he said, “Yes,” before adding, “If you do.”

She did, and Love Story was one of her favorites, and James not only watched it with her, he’d have done anything she’d have asked him to.

Ryan’s cheeks got a little warm again when he saw Hannah looking at him as she waited for his answer.

“It’s…it’s a…a romance movie.”

“I see. So…who would be the leading man?” Hannah asked as she coyly looked at James.

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