He stepped aside immediately. "Sure thing, honey."

I repeated this plea all the way up through the line, and one by one the customers let us through until we reached the front of the line. After I'd thanked everyone profusely, I turned to Rick. "See," I whispered. "It pays to be polite."

"You mean it pays to be a leggy blonde," he whispered back. "They wouldn't have done that for me."

"Just think of it as a cheerleader in action," I said.

He shook his head and didn't reply.

We watched the agents, waiting for one to become available and my stomach resumed its churning. I took hold of Rick's arm to get his attention. "Tell Adrian I'm sorry we fought, and I should have told her about Tanner earlier, and I just want her to come home."

He kept his gaze fastened forward, ready to step away from me. "Okay."

"And tell her Mom will be miserable if she leaves."

"Okay."

"Tell her that she'll never be happy at Dad's and—"

"Chelsea." Rick put one hand on my shoulder to quiet me. His voice turned soothing. I'd never heard it that way before, and it reminded me of Tanner. "I can handle this. I'm going to bring Adrian back, okay?"

I gulped and nodded. "Okay."

The agent called Rick to the desk. While I watched him pull out his wallet, it hit me more forcefully what Rick was doing—what he he'd done already. "I can't believe he left the audition for Adrian," I said.

Tanner's voice was hard. "I can't believe she sabotaged your song for him."

"Now your grandmother won't help him."

"Now your school will suspend her."

"Yeah, it's like some Goth version of Romeo and Juliet, isn't it?"

He laughed but I could see the tenseness around his eyes. We were still apart, the two of us. The day hadn't changed that, and I wasn't sure why. Everything else had changed so quickly. I'd started out with Rick as my archenemy and now somehow we were on the same team.

"I guess Rick isn't so bad underneath all that grungy black clothing," I said.

He glanced at me to see whether I meant it. I must have looked sincere because he smiled cautiously. "Yeah, he has his good points."

"I probably could try harder to get along with him," I said.

"Good." Tanner looked at the airline counter not at me. I waited for him to say something else. He didn't.

"This is where you say, 'And Adrian isn't so bad either.''

The muscles around his jaw line twitched, and I realized that his anger was directed toward her and not me. He shook his head. "She made both you and Richard miss your auditions."

"She didn't make us; we chose to leave."

"She tried to get you suspended so you couldn't compete. How can you just forgive her for something like that?"

I didn't answer for a moment. I wasn't sure I had forgiven her; I hadn't consciously done it, anyway. I just knew that despite all the ways and all the times Adrian and I had hurt each other over the last couple years none of it had mattered when I thought about losing her. "She's my sister," I said.

Rick turned around and called to me, "Hey, Chelsea. The agent needs to see your driver's license."

I stepped up to him, already getting it out of my purse. "Why?"

"Because I'm buying you a ticket too. I think we have a better chance if we both talk to her." Before I'd thought about it, he took the license from my hand and gave it to the agent. "Don't worry," he said with a glance at my face. "I'm buying refundable tickets. You won't owe me anything."

While the agent looked at my license Rick added, "Unless we apply the fare to a different trip. Maybe we should fly to L.A. and hit the auditions there."

We didn't have time to discuss it because the next moment the agent handed us our tickets and we rushed off through the airport corridors toward the security checkpoint.

Rick, by the way, moved pretty fast for someone who's biggest mode of exercise so far had consisted of skulking around school. Tanner wasn't even out of breath as he ran and I mentally noted what good shape he was in. Lacrosse must do that for you. I struggled to keep up with them.

When we reached the security checkpoint, I stood there panting and surveyed the line. It looked like at least a twenty-minute wait.

Rick nudged me and nodded at the people in line. "Time to turn on the blonde. See if you can move us ahead any."

One by one I explained the situation to the people in front of us. "Please sir, we have to reach my sister before she boards the plane."

I felt like the teenage version of Tiny Tim, but everyone let us through. We reached the front of the line where you had to show your boarding pass to a screener. I ought to have turned around, given one last, God bless you everyone, to the people behind us, but instead Rick and I hurried through it and ran to the gate.

The line had already formed to board the plane and Adrian stood in it, staring ahead with vacant eyes. She hadn't done her hair or makeup and she looked young, tired, and afraid. I knew my father was in Chicago, but it felt like he stood on the other side of that door, and once Adrian stepped across it, he would never let her go again.

She saw us and her eyes flew wide. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at auditions."

I walked to her, breathless, wanting to hug her but afraid she'd push me away. "We left because you're more important to us," I said. "No matter what happens, your home is here with Mom and me, and it was Tanner—I'm crazy about Tanner, okay? I don't like Rick at all."

Rick nodded. "And I don't like Chelsea."

She looked back and forth between the two of us hopefully. "You still hate each other?"

"Yes," we both proclaimed cheerfully. Then we glanced at each other.

"Well, I mean, he's okay as your boyfriend," I said.

"And I guess I don't mind her dating Tanner," Rick said, "but you have to know that you and I . . . well, you and I . . ." He took her hand and pulled her out of the line. "Here, sit down. I want you to listen to this."

Then right there at the gate, he turned on his boom box and sang to her. The music was to "Dangerously Blonde," but instead of those lyrics, he sang,

Adrian, let me start

To tell you the way I feel.

Though others try to stop us,

You are my ideal.

I'm dangerously in love.

We shouldn't fight,girl,

It isn't right,girl,

Letting them tell us what to do.

Believe in me and I'll worship you.

I'm dangerously in love.

There was more of it, all just as cheesy; which goes to show you there is a reason why rebellious-fringe guys don't generally write love songs. But Adrian started crying after the first verse and didn't let up until Rick finished and she'd thrown her arms around him. Everyone at the gate clapped for them and tears I didn't even realize I had ran down my cheeks.

When she let go of Rick she turned to me and hugged me. "I'm so sorry," she said.

I said, "I'm sorry too." And then both of us cried harder, but it felt good because finally things were right between us.