This week I knew exactly who I wanted to do for MBB, but finding the right person for him wasn't easy. In fact, I don't even know if I've truly picked the right person because in my head he looks different than he does in the book...LOL! Hopefully that made sense. Anyway, I'd like you all to meet Cricket Bell from Lola and the Boy Next Door. He's 6'4" tall with the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He has this internal energy that is always bursting out of him. He's animated and exuberant and he's always ALWAYS writing on his hand. (I've chosen Casey Jon Deidrick for my Cricket)
Which is, quite possibly, the stupidest thing I could say to him.
Cricket Bell was always taller than most boys, but in the last two years, he's added half a foot. At least. His slender body--once skinny and awkward, despite his graceful movements--has also changed. He's filled out, though just slightly. The edge has been removed. But pointing out that someone is tall is like pointing out the weather when it's raining. Both obvious and irritating.
"It's the hair," he says with a straight face. "Gravity has always been my nemesis."
And his dark hair is tall. It's floppy, but...inverted floppy. I'm not sure how it's possible without serious quantities of mousse or gel, but even when he was a kid, Chricket's hair stood strait up. It gives him the air of a mad scientist, which actually isn't that far off. His hair is one of the things I always liked about him.
Until I didn't like him at all, that is.
He's grown up and grown into his body, but it's still him. The same boy I fell in love with in the ninth grade. My feelings had been building since our childhood, but that year, the year he turned sixteen, was the year everything changed.
I blame it on his pants.
"So you believe in second chances?" I bit my lip.
"Second, third, fourth. Whatever it takes. However long it takes. If the person is right," he adds.
"If the person is....Lola?
This time, he holds my gaze. "Only if the other person is Cricket."
My eyes open, and my heart is in my throat. "Cricket...I'm not that."
He stops pinning my hair. "What do you mean?"
"You've built up this idea about me, this ideal, but I'm not that person. I'm not perfect. I am far from perfect. I'm not worth such a beautiful story."
"Lola. You are the story."
"But a story is just that. It isn't the truth."
Cricket returns to his work. The pink roses are added. "I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else."
And if I'm the stars, Cricket Bell is entire galaxies.
[Lola, Kindle Location 3966]
Okay, so this picture is actually James Marsden, but Cricket dresses like this. His pants always a little bit short--on purpose--and everything matching and coordinated, perfectly.
So, that's my Cricket Bell. There were so many quotes I wanted to use, but I didn't want to give away the best parts. I love Cricket more than I can explain to anyone. I don't feel like he's wholly represented here because Cricket is so much more than I could ever explain in this post. [you can read my review of Lola by clicking this link]