Victoria Martin’s in a bad way. Falling for Jim, the school hottie, was just the start of it; now she finds herself caught up in major plots to win him over, while at the same time getting rid of his annoyingly gorgeous girlfriend, Gloria.
So when she hears that Jim’s going to be spending the whole summer on Fire Island, Victoria knows that this is her chance to be noticed. She promptly signs herself up for a summer as a mother’s helper there—it’s got to work! But Victoria’s about to learn that first love can easily collapse into total disaster...
When I think about all the time I wasted last year moaning about how gross it was to be thirteen, I could kick myself. Thirteen turned out to be fantastic. It had to be. I mean, you finally make it. You're in the graduating class, and even if it's only the top of a bunch of little kids, it still makes you feel really special. Yes sir, thirteen was definitely first-rate. But fourteen? Forget it. It's the pits.
There are so many horrendous things about being fourteen that I'd have a fit if I had to name half of them. Just think about it. One day you're the biggest big shot in the entire middle school (among the girls anyway) and the next you're little Miss Nobody, which is exactly what everyone else in the whole high school seems to think about freshmen. At least that's the way they treat us.
Another drawback is how long it takes. Growing up, I mean. Except for times like Christmas vacation and summer, it seems like the years take forever to drag by. And for the plans I'm making I absolutely have to be fifteen practically instantly. Especially seeing as how the person I happen to be madly in love with is seventeen. I'm definitely nowhere, sitting around being only fourteen, but it's absolutely hopeless -- I mean, there's nothing I can do about it until I'm fifteen. Oh, sure, I'm getting there. But it's going to take me two more enormous weeks. I don't know how I'm going to stand the wait.
I probably forgot to tell you that there's another small problem aside from Miss Sweet Sixteen, and that is that the love of my life has absolutely no idea that I even exist. But no sweat. I've arranged for our beautiful meeting to take place Tuesday at Howell's. I guess a shoe store for the orthopedically fashionable doesn't sound like the most romantic place for an encounter, but that's where he works on weekdays after school. The only other choice was his Saturday job -- digging cesspools. Anyway I'm not worried, because I've worked out every single detail, so it can't miss. Theoretically. Of course in the real world, the one where practically everything I touch bites me, not only can it miss but it'll probably boomerang and come right back and hit me in the face.
No doubt it'll fail in some simple way, like I'll trip on my shoelaces. Big deal, so what if I'm not wearing shoelaces. I can always trip on somebody else's.
Or worse yet, I'll do what I did when my class went backstage at I Love My Wife last year and we met the whole cast. I was so nervous and excited I thought I'd faint. Somebody said, "Victoria, I'd like you to meet Tommy Smothers -- this is Victoria Martin." I smiled and said as sweetly as possible, "Hello, Victoria," And everybody cracked up.
Or what if it's something even more horrible? Suppose I'm standing there meeting the love of my life, and I'm smiling, and I don't know it but I have this black smudge across my nose, or worse, a crumb is stuck to my lip. Everything would be absolutely ruined. You know how it is when something like that happens, you can't even hear what the person is saying -- all you do is stare at the crumb. But I think I may have that one beat because I'm bringing my best friend with me and she's going to be my crumb spotter, which will work out perfectly unless she starts laughing. We both do that at the most embarrassing times -- crack up, I mean. But she's much worse than I am.
Anyway, about that dream guy of mine: After we get past that first meeting and we come to know each other, then I get right to work dumping the competition. But I don't do that here, in New York City -- I do it on Fire Island. That's this super fabulous beach resort on Long Island where absolutely all the action is in the summertime. Anyway, he's going to be there for the whole summer and she isn't.
The first part is ready to move, but the Fire Island stuff could be sticky. I've got to get my parents' permission to be a mother's helper for the summer. For my parents that's the equivalent of asking them to let me hitchhike through Tasmania with the janitor. Still, I'm not discouraged because I know that the first time you try to get permission for anything new from your parents it always looks impossible, but if you keep at them long enough (and I've been at it all month long) they finally wear down.
So let's just say that I do get to meet him and somehow I convince my parents to allow me to go to Fire Island, then there's one more little side thing that I have to take care of.
There's this other boy, Barry. He's a complication. You see, I don't really know him, but he likes me. Which sounds peculiar, but it's one of those things where you can tell somebody's got a crush on you because they always turn up wherever you go, and you catch them staring at you all the time, and crazy things like that. Anyway, I have gotten friendly with him because it just so happens that he's a friend of Jim's, and he has a house on Fire Island, and I understand that Jim hangs out there a lot. I haven't figured out how to handle getting to be Barry's just-plain-friend-not-girlfriend yet. But I will.
Anyway, the first thing I have to pull off is the big meeting this Tuesday.
Now that you got that all straight, let me tell you a little more about the most important part -- Jimmy.
Francine Pascal is the creator of several bestselling series, including Fearless and Sweet Valley High, which was also made into a television series. She has written several novels, including My First Love and Other Disasters, My Mother Was Never a Kid, and Love & Betrayal & Hold the Mayo. She is also the author of Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later. She lives in New York and the South of France.