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Peas and Carrots Chapter 2 I was getting tired of all this grunge music by then, so I went to a music store to look for this Backstreet Boys CD, but failed miserably. I asked someone at the counter if they had carried such a CD. The clerk was just some bimbo, an air-headed girl that looked as if she tried to walk and chew gum at the same time, was a disaster waiting to happen. She was of no help to me, and there wwere no other employees there. The must've been at lunch or something. Typical. Whenever you're just browsing, they're all over you like a bee to honey, but as soon as you need some help, they're no where to be seen. I still hadn't seen a picture of this group, so I had no mental image of what they might look like. "Well, this just sucks," I thought to myself. Oh well, might as well get over it, I thought. Besides, I'll probably never hear about them again. A few months later, I was sitting at a pizza place with one of my best friends, Brittany. We were waiting for Lacey, my other best friend, to show. We sat there at the booth and waited for her for 15 minutes. Usually she's not THIS late, but oh wel, she should've shown up. As we get up to leave, we see oiur very late friend come in the door with something in her hand. It appears to be a CD. Of what, or whom, I'm not sure yet. As she comes closter, I look at the title. I can make out Ba............s. Darn it, she's got her hand over most of it. Oh well, when she sits down, I'll be able to see what it is, I think to my self. As my friend Lacey sits down, she sets the CD down, but covers it up with her green backpack. "Whatcha got there, Lace? Anything of interest? And any reason why you're so late? Later than usual?" I ask her. She shifts in her chair, slightly uncomfortable. "Well," she starts. "you remember that group you were telling everyone about? The Backstreet Boys? Well, I was at the mall looking at some CDs, and I came across this," she says, as she pulls the CD out from underneath her bag. "I just thought these guys looked way got, so i HAD to get it. You know me-can't resist a hot guy," she says, grinning a bit. As I look at the cover of the CD, I notice something: the blond guy, second to the left, looks vaugely familiar. As I study his face closer, I open the CD case to see this guy's name. It is none other than, you guess it, Nicholas Carter, my best bud. As I try to hide my excitement, I see Lacey giving me a weird look as she takes her CD back. "What?" I ask her, fidgeting in my seat. "Oh, nothing," she tells me. "You ust looked a little weird, that's all." "No weirder than usual," Brittany chimes in. "Thanks Britt, I needed that. Now I know why your brother calls you Twittany," I reply to her smart-mouth comment. "Well, I have to go now, I have something that I forgot to do," I said as I got up and left the pizza place and headed for the nearest store that sells music. When I got to a store, I noticed some little 12 year old girls hovering over the "B" area of the Rock/Pop section. I headed over to the girls and peered over their shoulders. And you'll never guess what I saw! Hanson! No, just kidding, it was *duh* the Backstreet Boys! "Excuse me," I said as I reaced over their heads to grab a CD. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! Isn't that blond one soooooo cute!?" squealed one of the little girls. I thought about telling them that I once knew him, but decided against it. The last thing I needed was 50 little girls calling my house asking about him. I walked over to the register to pay for my new CD. As I walked home, I opened the package. I hate all that dumb plastic, it's so hard to get off, and then once you do, the static electricity kicks in and you can't get the darn thing off you hand. Anyway, I opened the packeage and took out the inside cover thingie. As I flipped through it, I read the thank you's and looked at the lyrics. "Why didn't they put ALL the lyrics to all of the songs?" I asked myself. "I guess they must be easy enough to figure out." When I got home, I headed upstairs to my room, sat down on my unmade bed, and searched for my discman under my covers. I like to sleep with my headphones on, but by morning, they've fallen off my head. I was never much of a peacful sleeper. "Ah ha!" I said as I found a cord. I pulled on it and my discman appeared. "I need to get a set of speakers for this thing, I'm gonna break these headphones one of these nights," I thought to myself. I opened my discman and took out my Beatles CD, popped in the blue Backstreet Boys CD, hit play, and then put it on shuffle. I hate listening to my CDs in order for some reason. The CD player started up with a whir and spun some more, searching for a song. #9, Get Down (You're The One For Me). Darn, no lyrics for it on the lyric sheet. I flipped though it again, making sure that the other songs weren't missing.Hmm, no sign of them. Oh well, if I listen to it enough, I'll know the words to all the songs in no time. As I listened to the other songs, I looked at the cover again. "Yeah, that's Nick alright. I wonder if he still remembers me. I mean, we WERE best friend and all,: I said to myself. The last song was over and the discman turned itself off. |