by: Arlet Schmidt
She watched the snow fall for a little longer before she walked back to the couch. Wrapping her warm blanker around, she grabbed the remote on the small table in front of the couch and switched on the TV. A huge grin appeared on her face as the familiar melody of one of her favorite songs filled the room.
"From the first day,
That I saw your smiling face,
Honey I knew that we would be
Together forever."
Arlet closed her eyes and let the music take over. She pictured her love singing in the words just to her. The image of his blond hair parted down the middle falling slightly in his eyes and his world famous smile brought butterflies to her stomach.
For the 18 years she’d been alive, nobody had ever made her feel so good. At least no guy. She convinced herself that she was in love with him and no one could tell her otherwise. She thought that she wouldn’t love anyone like Nick. Her friends were the only ones who knew how she felt. They felt the same way about their guys.
None of them thought their feelings for the guys were some silly fantasy crush they had. They truly believed the Boys were their soul mates. Their fantasy of meeting the guys was sure to come true. They had no doubt about it. But when?
They have asked that question so many times and they had never got an answer. They have seen the guys live in concert so many times but the closest they ever got to them was third row at a concert in Phoenix. They told everyone that they would do whatever it took to meet them. And they did. The girls spent more than the cost of their home on Backstreet concert tickets and road trip fares. At points, they wondered if they would ever meet them. But their beliefs were so strong that nothing could tell them meeting the Boys was a impossible task. So, they prepared themselves for when there was a possibility that they could meet one of them, they were ready for it.
"As time goes,
By you will get to know me
A little more better.
Girl that’s the way loves goes
Baby, baby
"And I
Know you’re afraid
To let your feelings show
And I, understand
But girl it’s time to let go.
"I deserve a try honey
Just once.
Give me a chance
And I’ll prove you all wrong
"You walked in
You were so quick to judge
But honey he’s nothing like me
Darlin’ why can’t you see
"I’ll never break your heart.
I’ll never make you cry.
I’d rather die
Than live without you,
I’ll give you all of me
Honey that’s no lie."
Arlet mouthed the words to the song and wished it was her own little concert and hoping one day, it’ll happen.
When the song ended, a commercial appeared on the screen. Arlet sighed happily as she turned the TV off and walked out of the living room. She stopped in the entrance hall and turned on the outside lights. Her and her friends turned them on so people could see them since they lived away from the rest of the homes down the hill. Even though there would be nobody sane enough to be out in that condition, she turned them on anyway. She glanced in the mirror by the door and smiled at her reflection. Her shiny, long, black hair was now on top of her head in a very reckless bun and pieces of hair stood out in every direction and her brown eyes still danced and giggled despite the cold she was having. If the Backstreet Boys could see me now, she thought to herself. Arlet laughed at the thought as she walked into the kitchen.
Opening the medicine cupboard, she grabbed her Vick’s Cough medicine. She made a disgusted face at it and grabbed the measuring cup for it. After filling it up to the necessary amount, Arlet sighed and gulped the repulsive liquid. Swallowing it like it was torture, she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, trying to get rid of the taste as fast as possible. She rinsed off the cup and walked over to the cup cupboard and grabbed the liquid measuring glass. She filled it with water and placed it in the microwave. When she grabbed the honey and cut the lemon, she sat down on one of the stools at the island counter. Arlet leaned forward onto her elbows, placed her chin in the palms of her hands and stared at the glass rotating in the microwave.
While Arlet sat there, she daydreamed about Nick Carter again. The whole time, she had a silly grin slapped on her face. The sound of the microwave brought her back to reality. She got up, walked over to the microwave, grabbed the hot glass and brought it back to where was sitting at. Arlet squeezed in the lemon juice and poured in the honey and stirred it all together. Grabbing a thermal cup from one of the cabinets, she poured in the hot beverage. She took a sip of the hot liquid. The feel of the hot fluid running down her throat made her feel so much better. Her soar throat didn’t feel as sore and the steaming substance made her insides warmer.
When she walked back into the living room, Arlet grabbed the remote for the CD player and pressed play. The sweet music notes of "All I Have to Give" flowed into the whole house. When Nick started singing, she sat all the way back in the huge couch, her blanket around her and her warm drink in her hand. The music brought her to a state of peace she always went into while listening to the music of the Boys.
Arlet started to drift back into a Nick Carter-filled dream when "I’ll Never Break Your Heart" started to play. As it flowed into "Darlin’", a loud noise came from the front door. Arlet awoke startled, from the racket.
"What the—" Arlet said looking at the door. "Who could be out in a storm like this?"
She set her drink on the table in front of her, wrapped the blanked tighter around herself and rose from the comfort of the couch. She proceeded to the door, grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door opened.
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