2010 Kimmy Kimm & Lulu Chu May 2026

They came in fourth place. The winner was a boy who played “Wonderwall” on an acoustic guitar and cried afterward.

Lulu grabbed Kimmy’s hand. Kimmy squeezed back.

The problem was the costumes. Kimmy wanted matching sequin vests. Lulu wanted to go as “chaos fairies” with ripped tights and fake eyelashes. They argued for three days via BBM, the little “R” for Received taunting them both. 2010 kimmy kimm & lulu chu

Kimmy’s lip quivered, then cracked into a grin. “You look like you lost a fight with a My Little Pony.”

On the day of the contest, they showed up in opposite ends of the mall food court. Kimmy wore a crisp blazer over a graphic tee that said “Hustle.” Lulu wore a tie-dyed hoodie and a top hat she’d found at a thrift store. For a long, terrible minute, they just stared at each other. They came in fourth place

They didn’t know that in two years, Kimmy would move to a city with better prep schools, and Lulu would find a crew of art kids who painted murals on abandoned walls. They didn’t know that Facebook would become ancient history, or that their BBM chats would vanish into the digital ether.

“It’s not about the song, Lu,” Kimmy typed, thumbs flying on her pink BlackBerry Curve. “It’s about the brand .” Kimmy squeezed back

A pack of eighth-graders sneered as they walked by. “You two are so weird.”