written by: Sarah Stackhouse
By this time, Nick had come down into the entry way. "Wassup?" Nick said cooly to Brian. "Hey, you ready?" B-Rok asked him. "Yeah," he said. "Um, and exactly WHERE are you going?" BJ asked Nick, putting her hands on her hips. "We're gonna go pick up Leslie then we have to stop by the studio," Nick said. I noticed he glanced at me a couple of times as he was talking to her. "Are you gonna bring her home first?" she asked. "No, we thought we would leave her by the road somewhere," Nick said with a goofy, but cute smile. "Very funny, Frack," Brian said with his Donald Duck voice. He did his Donald Duck voice!!!!! "Well, we better get going. I'll see you, Sarah," Nick said as he went out the door first. "Bye girls. It was nice meeting you, Sarah," Brian said with a smile following Nick. "Bye!" I said. They shut the door. They were gone. "Well! How do you feel NOW??" asked BJ. "Oh man, this has been one INCREDIBLE day," I said. Although, I was kinda sad he left.
I followed her back into the family room to watch the rest of the movie.
After it was over, we went up into her room to do what little homework we had. She showed me around the house, and showed me some stuff that Nick had won when he was little. When we walked out of the study, which was upstairs, I glanced at the room that I thought was Nick's. "Um, who's room is that?" I said, pointing to the half-shut door. "Oh, that's Nick's room," she said. "You wanna go in?" "Yeah, could I?" "Sure, just don't touch anything. I don't know what he has in there. It's probably a mess, as usual." She opened the door and let me in. I smiled as I entered the room and stood in the middle. Just as I had pictured it. His bed was made, and had clothes spread all over the green bedspread. I noticed a jersey on the bed that I had seen him wear in many pictures. I looked over at his closet, which had a big poster of Michael Jordan on it. There were a lot of those. His dresser was next to the door, and had various things on top of it. There was a set of keys, a baseball cap that I had also seen before, a writing pen, a few pieces of paper, and a stuffed animal, probably given to him by a fan. A big CD player was by the bed, with CD cases on top of it. There was a pretty big TV, with Nintendo controls on the floor. The room looked like an ordinary teenager's room. Not like of a music superstar. I walked slowly to the bed and sat down. "Wow," I said. "Pretty messy, huh?" she said, leaning up against the door. "Well..." I said. Then I noticed an HUGE pile of stuffed animals next to his dresser, in a corner.
"Are those all the gifts he's gotten from fans?" I asked. "Yup. He keeps all of them. He even keeps drawings, see? Up there on the wall." I looked where she had pointed, and sure enough there were about 15 or so drawings of him, and the rest of the guys on the wall. I got up to look at them. Some of them were very good, and some were colored, some pencil, some pastels even. I glanced at one, then quickly realized it was mine. "Hey! This is my picture! I drew this last year! I can't believe it!" I said, looking at the picture of Nick in a black jacket, and orange shirt that I had drew. "Really?" BJ said, walking up next to me. "That's one of his favorites." "It is??? Wow... I can't believe my picture is on Nick's wall. This is great..." "Yeah, you wouldn't believe what some people send him. He's gotten posters, videos, tapes, even DELIVERY PIZZA!" she said. "Pizza?" "Yeah, sometimes girls around here will order pizza to our house for Nick. It's kinda bazaar." "Wow... I heard that girls were pulling up grass from the yard before you got the fence." I said, remembering the several articles I read on him saying that. "Yep. Some of them will do crazy things..." she said. We stood in there for a couple more minutes, then went back downstairs. "You know, I better get going home," I said. "Okay. I hope you had fun!" (yeah, as if I DIDN'T have fun) "Boy, did I have fun! Thanks so much for inviting me over." I called my mom and BJ told her how to get there. She arrived shortly after. I grabbed all of my stuff. I gave her my phone number, cuz she actually ASKED for it. "I'll se ya tomorrow!" she said, as I was heading for the door.
"Bye!" I said. I left the Nick Carter house, and got in my mom's
car. And I told her the WHOLE story. I was talking a mile a minute. I
told my sister Becky when I got home.
It got to be about 8:00 and I sat in my bed, reading a book. The
phone rang, scaring the crap outa me. I answered it.
"Hello?"
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