"Looks real but can't be. We've had posers before but this really takes the cake." Barbara e-mailed Chele. "Momma I've tried tracking and cracking these posers, but can't. Everything appears to be true but I'm soo tired of this already. I just want it to stop. It's been a couple of weeks and they keep writing, begging me to reply. I'm about to crack, I don't know how much more I can stand, they fill the frigging mailboxes every freaking day." Chele complained in her e-mail. "I'm sorry baby, let me see what I can do." Barbara wrote and clicked on write adding the five names in the to field and started writing "I give. Please stop this insane letter writing campaign. You've totally unnerved my girls and you don't mess with my babies. You are starting to get on my Last Nerve so before I snap, let's meet, me and you, all five of you. I'm a tough old broad and not much gets me but this letter writing campaign is going to stop. Next one to write to my girls or sign the guest books again answers to me." Barbara wrote and made plans to meet in a small out of the way airport in a small town in Illinois at the end of the week. She had chosen this spot and knew it because of Jessy's other adopted sister, Monica. Barbara e-mailed Mon and told her they were coming down for the weekend and would be in Friday morning. Before she even got done writing and sending Monica's letter her mail light came on. She finished up, hit send then headed to the mail box. "Whatever, whereever as long as we can meet. See you this Friday, 2pm in Round Lake Beach Regional Airport, Walker, Diana and Hanson." As soon as she printed this message to go with the collection Jessy had started of their guestbook and e-mails from the posers who she claimed all along were the real things, (Jessy had even wrote to the Zac poser to tell him to read Snowed In, Look At You, Day Has Come, and River, they were her favorites.) Barbara wrote Chele's Mom, Donna to see if she could pick up Chele for the weekend, they would be in Thursday after flag practice and have her back for practice Monday morning. Donna and Chele wrote back in a matter of minutes and plans were underway as soon as Monica also wrote say Yes, Yes, Yes. Barbara made arrangments for the boys to stay with their Grandmother for the long weekend and she and Jessy headed out Thursday morning to West Virginia to pick up Chele. They arrived at their destination a little after noon and Barbara, Donna and the girls headed down to Fazoili's for lunch before Barbara and the girls headed out for Illinois. They drove straight through, Chele driving while Barbara slept, Jessy driving while Chele slept and Barbara driving while both girls slept. They arrived in Round Lake Beach a little before 5am and knowing that Monica would never forgive them for waking her so early the three went to breakfast at Ernie's Pancake House. Barbara had counted the semis parked in the parking lot and knew the food was good. The place came alive as the three entered,taking a table in the center, "Momma we're the only women in here besides the two waitresses." Chele complained. "My kind of odds." Barbara chuckled as she and the girls ordered, used the restrooms, and Chele and Jessy found the jukebox and fed it all the money the truckers handed over telling them to play their favorite. As they punched the last of the buttons and turned to return to their table the first number started and before they knew it the girls were dancing and singing for the entire restaurant. They stopped when their food was served to the disappointment of the room. By the time the had finished breakfast and their songs, the three loaded up to make their way to Monica's place pulling in the driveway about 7:30am. As they reached the door there was an envelope taped to the door addressed to Momma. "I know it is something ungodly like only one digit in the hour so here is my key, let yourselves in and don't wake me. Love ya, Mon." They let themselves in and took showers before Jessy and Chele headed for their bed in the spare room and Barbara headed to the patio in the backyard to read a book. About noon she headed back into the house to find all three still sound asleep and left a note saying there was something she had to do. Barbara hit the stores buying a short red wig, wire frame sunglasses, dark makeup, a long ugly print dress, a shawl, and some god ugly shoes and a big ugly purse to match. She headed back to the apartment to find the girls awake and more than willing to help in the muse. Barbara dressed in black jeans and black tee putting her sandals in her yellow backpack placing it in the big ugly purse. Over her jeans went the ugly dress, the shawl before she put on the dark makeup adding freckles, the sunglasses and the big ugly shoes making her feet appear three or four sizes bigger. The girls dropped her off at the terminal a little after 1pm parking her car and then all piling into Monica's to head to the beach for the rest of the afternoon. Barbara was going to join them after she had dealt with the posers. Around 1:30 she noticed someone who acted strangely checking everything over closely and she thought she had seen him taking pictures of the terminal and everyone in it. She kept a close eye on him, even after they entered. It was 1:55pm and in walked Walker, Diana, Isaac, Taylor and Zac Hanson. Suddenly Barbara felt this scream come to her throat and she quickly put her hand to her mouth to keep it from escaping. The five of them stood looking at the other people in the terminal then as they turned towards her, "Get a grip woman. So they're Hanson, they're still just regular people." Barbara thought to herself as they neared. "Barbara?" Diana asked. "That would be me and you'd be?" Barbara acted as if she had no clue who they were. "I'm Diana Hanson, I, we've been e-mailing you to death over the stories you wrote about the guys." Diana explained. "You're the ones. You guys don't give up do you." Barbara said. "I guess we don't. If we did we never would have made it to where we are." Isaac said. "That's true. I feel bad about not knowing who's who, you see it's my girls who are the fans, I've just tolerated the screaming these past years." Barbara informed and they introduced themselves. "We've really enjoyed your work and wondered if you'd come to work for us writing for the Moe magazine. We've also talked of publishing some of your short stories and selling them through Moe merchandising." Walker asked. "Whoa I came to stop the harassing not looking for a job." Barbara said, adding, "Please just no more with the filling the mailboxes. Zac Jessy cries almost everyday, pulling up message after message asking her to write. She doesn't because I forbid her to answer, I had no idea who you were. She was right though. Right from the start she said it was you guys and never wavered on that. Chele isn't with me so I don't know how it's affected her except by the e's she sends begging me to make it stop, she can't take anymore either." Barbara told them. "We're sorry. I never thought about how this would make her feel. I only wanted her to know it was me. I'm really sorry. I probably seemed like a stalker, one of our obsessed fans and I know how they made me feel." Zac said. "Man I gotta get or I'll miss... Just no more with the harassment, maybe when it goes away and they relax some, maybe they'll write you but I don't promise anything. You guys unnerved them good." Barbara said shaking her head. "Man we're sorry, please tell them that." Taylor said hanging his head. "Please forgive us. It wasn't our intention. We just got so excited and got carried away. Here this is how you can reach us, anytime and right now we're here. We sort of assumed that you lived here but if you're going to miss a flight that's not true." Walker said. "Thanks. Umm hope they want to write you someday. Can't promise." Barbara said and quickly headed out of the room noticing the one man following her. A group of about ten people entered the terminal coming between them and Barbara made a mad dash for the restrooms and made it into a stall first changing her shoes, then removing the rest of her disguise and putting it in her back pack and removing the makeup with the wet ones she had brought. She stuffed the wig and glasses in and zipped her pack. Barbara heard the door open, "No she isn't in here, I'll never forget the size of those feet." Diana said. Barbara brushed out her hair and wiped any traces of makeup off and headed out with her car keys in her hand, walking right between them. "How could you lose her. This place isn't that big, she has red hair, dark complected with freckles. Find her." Walker ordered. "Excuse me if you've lost your little girl, they can help you find her." Barbara said pointing at airport security. "Thanks ma'am but she's not a little girl. She's a grown woman." Isaac said. "Oh my, I don't think they help in those cases, sorry." Barbara said heading out her pony tail flipping in the air as she walked to the parking lot hopping into the car and heading out to the beach.
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