Growing up, I knew my older brother's best friend thought of me as "Logan's kid sister." For me, though, our next-door neighbor, Colin, felt like anything but a sibling. Whenever I spied on him through my bedroom window, as he banged away, shirtless, on his drum kit, I felt sensations inside me I'd never felt for my actual brother. But when we moved away and Colin's band took off like a rocket, I knew my tweener fantasies would never become a reality...