The cousins danced around wide-eyed as they perused the long row of rainbow-colored candy-filled machines along one wall of the mall. Alexis stood patiently beside me as she had been quick to make her sour-tasting selection. I glanced down at her and suddenly realized that in a matter of seconds, she had aged ten years.

She stood with her legs crossed awkwardly, her hands folded carefully in front of her waist, and her head tilted to one side, but it was her eyes that told the story. They were filled with teenage emotion. I followed her googly green eyes to find the focus of their affection.

There he stood, all five foot six inches of him. He wore a long black overcoat, a bright blue scarf, and black pants. His young face was surrounded by dark curls. This guy has a doppelganger floating around downtown Indianapolis:

As Alexis stood crushing on the Jonas look-alike, my eyes wandered back and forth, as if watching a tennis match. I witnessed the exact moment that he caught her gaze. He gazed back, clearly realizing that the littlest thirteen-year old was staring at him. He continued to return her gaze and then cracked a small smile.

Alexis grinned back the biggest grin I've ever seen as she batted her eyelashes.

They continued to look at each other, he with an amused and befuddled look and her with the look of a teenager in love. Suddenly, as he realized that I was watching the little display, he glanced at me, and blushed a vivid shade of red.

He totally knew Little Miss Three Going on Thirteen was crushing on him.

I grabbed Alexis' hand and pulled her gently away from her first love. Glancing over my shoulder as we walked away, I smiled back at the Jonas look-alike as he smiled back at me.

He might want to get a restraining order. Just in case.