Allison sat at the airport, looking out the window at the planes that were taking off and landing. She was so bored, and had nothing to do. She could have read a magazine, but she was too afraid of seeing Nick in one, or any of the Backstreet Boys.
“Flight #101, please start boarding.” The loud speaker blared.
Gathering her carry on bag, Allison walked over and gave he ticket to a man.
When Allison finally arrived on the plane she quickly found her seat and rested her eyes. It would be a long ride, and sleeping would make it faster. The rumbling of the plane take off soothed Allison, and soon she was fast asleep.
Opening her eyes, Allison held her hand up to block the incoming sun from the window. Stretching, she realized that she had fallen asleep. She wondered how long she had been sleeping!
“Could you please tell me the time?” Allison asked a girl next to her, who looked around the age of twelve or thirteen.
The girl looked up and smiled, uncovering a shinning set of braces. “Sure . . . it’s about 8:00.”
“Thanks. What’s your name? I’m Allison.”
“Erin.”
Allison took a look at the magazine that she was reading. “What magazine is that?”
“Oh this?” Erin asked flipping to the front of the magazine. “It’s Superstar. I love it; it’s so good. It gives you all the secrets, it’s crazy!” She said leaning over to whisper to Allison.
“Cool. So you like music?”
“Like music?! Of course I love music! I like Nsync, Backstreet Boys, 98, Britany Spears, and everyone!”
“Oh.” Allison was sure that there were some Backstreet Boys in Erin’s magazine, but she wasn’t really sure that she wanted to check. She had had enough of them . . . well enough at Nick at least.
“I love Nick Carter and Justin Timberlake though. I couldn’t like live without pictures of them! Do you know who they are? Well they are really super hot. I have pictures of them right here wanna see?”
Allison was about to say no, but that would be to mean to do to Erin, and she had already started to take out the pictures. Before she could close her eyes, Erin had a picture of Nick shoved in her face. Allison almost cried. Nick looked so good in that the picture. It was a very recent one, and it was of him at a concert. He had his mouth open and was singing, and also had his arms open, doing a dance move. Allison wanted to go and run into those arms.
“He’s cute ain’t he?” Erin asked, smiling away at the picture.
“Yeah, he sure is . . .”
“I’m going to get married to Nick one day, I know it.” Erin informed, pushing her red hair out of her face. “But I heard that he has a girlfriend, named Mandy, doesn’t that suck like majorly?”
“Yep.” Allison certainly didn’t need any help being reminded of that fact. “But I’m sure you’ll find a guy much better than Nick, Erin. Nick Carter is probably not all the great, he’s just one guy out of a million.”
“Yeah but . . . I want him.”
“Trust me, you’ll find someone.” Allison laughed. What she had said was really meant for Erin, but it was almost like she was trying to convince herself that she would get over Nick and find someone else.
“But anyways . . .” Erin and Allison talked the whole way home, and even though Erin was very nice and interesting, Allison couldn’t concentrate. All she could think about was Nick. He’s probably off having a wonderful time with Mandy right now. I wonder if he even misses me? I doubt it. Well if he’s not going to miss me, then I’m not going to miss him. Why would I miss a mean, self-fish, wimpy, ugly, untrustworthy, prick like him anyways?
Allison impastionatly waited at the traffic light. Sighing, she closed her eyes in frustration. She was on her way home from the airport, and had been stopped by every light. I just want to get home! Allison thought, resting her head on the window. Finally the light turned green, and she zoomed off.
Taking in the sights and sounds of her hometown, Madison, Allison felt the old feeling of being in high school and being the most popular girl came back to her. It made her feel very comfortable. It made her feel like she was back living her normal life finally, and not in some big movie star scene.
Allison drove past the mall, the corner where everybody who was anybody hung out after school, the high school, and even the old 7-11. It was like she had been sleeping for a year and finally woken up.
Allison drove up her long driveway, and hopped out. Her house was still the same; with the familiar red flowers and brown bricks.
Walking through the un-locked door, Allison stepped inside. “Hello? Anybody home?” Allison called out, looking around.
Hearing running upstairs, Allison knew that her parents were coming down to greet her. “Allison! Honey your back!” Her mom said hugging Allison tight. “We missed you so much!”
“I missed you too mom. Hi dad.” Allison laughed, as her dad came into the room.
“Hi Ali. So was it fun?”
“Yeah. It was definitely worth it all.”
“Good. Well, let mommy get a look at you.” Allison mom held Allison out and looked her up and down. “Beautiful as always.”
Allison blushed and looked down. “Well I have to unpack.”
“Leaving so soon again? I swear, as they get older they never want to see you.” Her mom said to her dad. “But do what you gotta do. I’m sure you have so much to tell all your little girlfriends.”
Allison got all of her stuff from the car and hauled it upstairs to her room. “Room sweet room.” Allison whispered as she plopped on her bed and inhaled in the sent of her candle that she always had burning.
This is so much better than the little room that the Backstreet Boys gave me. Allison thought glancing and the misilanious objects she had gathered in all corners. It was like all these things that had meant so much to her before, and know they hardly had meaning at all. Like take her make-up and clothes that Allison had cherished. Marcy had given her more than enough cool clothes and make-up to last a lifetime. And the posters . . . oh the many posters, of other movie and music stars that Allison had at one time huge crushes on. There was Ricky Martin, Ben Aflek, Mark McGrath, Usher, and Leonardo DiCaprio. Looking at those faces, Allison had an urge to rip them off the wall. They all were fake, fake smiles, fake personalities, fake love . . . Allison was convinced that all stars were like Nick. I hate them all. Allison thought, closing her eyes. She made herself believe that she was just mad at the actions that most stars are like, but truthfully, she didn’t want any other posters than Nicks.