And in a million years I could never imagine myself as a girl cutting up colorful flannel shirts with an ax to create a patchwork quilt. But here I am, doing just that, trying to cope with disappointment. It all started when my brother Paul convinced me to go on one last family trip to the Mother of All Roads with him and my father. Like good old times? No. Paul forgot to mention that he also invited his best friend, Porter Smith, with us, who was my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart 4 years ago. What was supposed to be a fun family road trip along the famous "Route 66" turned into constant arguments, awkward moments, and a bathroom full of dirty flannel shirts. Paul's eternal jokes and Porter's devilish smile turned our week-long trip across America in an old motor home into real madness. But that was not the worst thing. Waking up every morning, I had to watch as the neighbor boy who stole my heart turned into a sexy man who still takes my breath away.