Chapter 13 part A

Chapter 13: A Day With The Boys - Part 1

I sat at Nick's desk at two in the morning scribbling on my notepad madly.
"Kate, what are you doing?" Nick tiredly questioned from his bed. "Come to bed, please," he begged.
"I have to interview each member of the largest group in America tomorrow, and you want me to come to bed?" I questioned, as if his concern for my sleep sounded absurd.
"Well, why don't you come over here and interview me," he teased.
"Shut up Carter," I mumbled.
"Okay, but if you're not here in a half hour, I'm gonna drag you out of that chair," he sighed as he slammed his head down in the pillow, annoyed that I wouldn't come to bed with him.

~THE NEXT MORNING~

I awoke slowly. My eyes were dragging as I searched the room, trying to figure out where I was. I looked next to me, Nick was gone. The clock read 8AM.
"Shit," I exclaimed. I had so much to do, and my first interview was at nine-thirty with Kevin. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.
"Hey sexy," Nick said as he strolled out of the bathroom on my way in.
"Hey," I said, my mind wandering.
"What time do you meet with Kevin?" He asked, pulling his sweater over his blonde hair.
"Nine-thirty, so I gotta get going," I said, pushing past him and making my way into the bathroom. He smiled at me and pulled me back to kiss me gently.
"I'm going with Brian to play a little B-ball, so I'll catch up with you later," he replied.
"Yeah, at one-thirty, that's when my interview with you is," I teased.
"I'll be looking forward to it," he smirked slightly as he placed another kiss on my lips.

~NINE-THIRTY EXACTLY~

I approached the cafe hurriedly, but still professionally with my papers in hand and my bag on my shoulder. Kevin was sitting alone at a table slowly sipping on a cup of coffee.
"Am I late?" I questioned shyly as I approached him.
"Not at all Kate. How are you doing?" He asked politely as he stood up and kissed my cheek.
"Good, good, just a bit nervous about being here and having to do all these interviews," I lied. I was comfortable with the boys, but once Kaylee got here I would be under a close eye.
"Well get comfortable, or would you prefer to go somewhere else?" He asked, sitting back in his chair as I pulled mine out and laid my stuff down.
"No here is fine, thanks," I replied, taking out my notebooks and recorder.
"Okay, are you ready?" I asked, pencil in hand. He nodded.
"Is it okay to record you?"
"Sure, go ahead, whatever makes it easier," he offered in his deep southern accent.
"December 15th, Kevin S. Richardson, Backstreet Boys interview part one. Kate McBride," I said into the microphone.
"Okay Kevin, relax and if you can, answer your questions as best as you can," I informed him as I began writing a bit on my notepad.
"Okay, so all of your fans and I know the guys think of you as the older brother of the group. Since you would be the older brother, most of the guys would look to you. Within the group, who do you seek advice from the most?" I asked, jotting down a few words.
"We've all had our ups and downs, but when it comes down to really personal aspects I think I turn to Brian the most. We're family and a lot of issues that I may have concern my family. I mean, Nick told you I'm sure about my father passing away and all and Brian was there for that and he has been ever since then," Kevin answered before taking a deep breath.
"I hear you and Nick have gotten into quite a few tiffs, can you name one specifically?" "Well Nick and I can - bunt heads - a lot because of our age differences. It's gotten much better now that we're older, but when the Backstreet Boys first kicked into high gear we were just at different stand points I guess you could say."
"Any hitting or physical fighting?" I asked.
"Backstage one time a few years back we got into an argument and yelled quite a bit and kinda tangled ourselves up a bit, but we never hit each other physically," he admitted, smiling a bit as if he could jump back to that time and relive it all over again.
"Did you ever think it would get this big - the fame?"
"No, no way. I didn't know what to expect when we first got together, we took it day by day, but I never thought it would be like this."
"You know there are a lot of older women who fall head over heels for the older Boy of the group," I smiled at him.
"A lot of people tell me that more moms enjoy seeing me than the younger girls," he chuckled a bit as if he slightly believe it.
I laughed along with him.
Kevin was definetly a ladies' man, but he did it in such a soft, kind manner. He was polite and kind and answered every question I asked him.
After about an hour I thanked him and told him that I'd see him with the rest of the band at 5 for the group interview.
It was now a little after 10:30, I had a half hour until I met with A.J. I walked around a bit, grabbed something to eat and then took a taxi to A.J. McLean's house.
I knocked on the door quietly, afraid that I would get ransacked by a bodyguard of some sort. It was to my surprise when A.J. answered the door in a tank top and baggy jeans; no sunglasses, funky hats or long necklaces.
"Hey Kate," he said with a smile as he kissed my cheek and let me in. I looked around the quaint house. It wasn't as big as the Carter mansion - nowhere close - it was big enough for him and as he informed me later in the interview, his mom. He had residents elsewhere, but this is the place he called home the most.
We sat down at the kitchen table and went through the same routine as I did with Kevin and would with the others.
"So tell me about this bad boy side you have as the "bad Backstreeter," I smiled to myself a bit.
He laughed a little while he thought.
"I don't think I'm totally outrageous like some people out at raves and stuff, but when it comes to the five of us guys I see myself as that. You have the young heartthrob Nick who I can bet my life on couldn't stay awake long enough to go to a club all night, pick up five ladies or drink until his head hurt. I've done that, but I'm responsible about it. My style is different than all of theirs. Howie and I go to a lot of clubs and once in a while wake up hung over, but I think I venture out more than the others do. I mean, the whole group has less tattoo's on their whole body than I do on one arm," he joked, looking at his left arm. "I just can't define it, but anybody who knows me, just knows," he tried summing up what I think he had a difficult time saying.
"What's your biggest fetish?"
"Oh gosh, I have a lot. As you can see with all these tattoos and hats. Umm, I love shopping, I guess that's where this all stems from. Ask Howie or any of the guys, I just love shopping. We travel everywhere around the world and you can always find me shopping, when we have the time," he chuckled a bit.
"Well A.J. I love to shop too, we'd be great shopping partners," I teased.
"Okay, now lets flip the question, what's a pet peeve of yours?"
"Well, haha, I have a lot, as all people do, but I love to perform. And when I'm off stage I'm just climbing the walls," he replied. A.J. had so much charisma and he was just a fun and loving person inside and out. I'm sure it had affected his fans in a lot of ways. "I've seen you perform, you are a wonderful singer."
"Thank you," he quietly said in between my sentences.
"What would you want to say to people out there who want to start a singing career?"
"To go for it. But it takes passion and push. You get let down a lot, but if it's what you love to do, go for it. That goes for anything someone wants to do I guess."
I talked with A.J. a bit more after the interview. He suggested that after the group interview we all go out for dinner.
As he was walking me out he stopped me in the corridor.
"Nick really likes you Kate, and I think you guys are perfect for each other. Don't let anyone get in your way," he reassured me as he hugged me and I walked out. With that in mind, I wandered what else lie ahead for us.
It was now 12:00. My taxi waited for me (on the company check) as I jetted back to the Carter mansion. I dropped off my notes from Kevin and A.J.'s interview grabbed a coat, a soda and headed down to the basketball courts where Nick and Brian were.
"Hey, who are those two hot guys over there playin' b-ball? Wait, wait, oh-mi-god, is that Nick Carter and Brian Littrell from the Backstreet Boys?! Ohmigod, I'm gonna die, is my hair okay?" I joked with a valley-girl accent.
"Hey baby, you wanna piece of this?" Nick teased as I walked up to him and pushed him.
"Do you play Kate?" Brian asked, wiping the sweat off his brow with one hand and holding the orange ball in the other.
"I haven't in years, but I'll take a couple shots," I said, setting down my stuff.
Brian tossed me the ball. I threw it in the air and first try made it in.
"She's made for ya bro," Brian said, throwing Nick the ball.
"That she is," he said, looking at me lovingly.
"Well Carter, I hate to interrupt, but are you ready for your interview?" I asked, picking up my things.
"Yes, of course, time with you is well spent," he tossed the ball back at Brian as Brian giggled.
"I'll see you at 2:45 Bri," I said, as he and Nick slapped hands and Nick and I walked back to the Carter house.

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