written by: Sarah Stackhouse
He smiled and walked in, looking at me with those killer blue eyes. "Hi, I'm Nick," he said and reached out his hand to shake mine. I shook it, my hands shaking like crazy. "H-H-Hi," I said about to fall over faint dead away. "Um, what's your name?" he said, still shaking my hand. "Who, me?? Um, Sarah. Sarah Stackhouse. It's very nice to meet you! I love your music and the rest of you guys..." I was nervous and talking too fast. "Thanks! Hey, you have the same last name as Jerry Stackhouse from the Detroit Pistons." "Yeah!" I said. "One of my friends in junior high gave me that nickname." My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest. "Well, it was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see ya around sometime. Oh, BJ, Mom said you had to put the clothes in the washer," he said, turning to her. "Okay, where's Aaron?" she asked him back. I couldn't believe it. I was witnessing a Carter-sibling-discussion. "He's with Dad. Well, c-ya girls," he said. "Bye," I said to him. He smiled at me and closed the door.
I let out a huge sigh and sat on the floor, too dazed and shocked to stand. I was weak in the knees. "Oh man, BJ! I just met your BROTHER! Oh geez! Okay, I gotta calm down...but I mean...that was NICK!....I can't believe this....I gotta tell Becky..." I was just sitting there laughing and talking to myself. "Okay, you can chill out now!" she laughed. "Come on, let's go downstairs."