Chapter Eight
Five minutes later, I was all cried out. Brandy and I just sat there, talking.
"Ya' know Amb, Monday could be the end of all this bad stuff, your parents and sister, Jason, all of it," Brandy said.
"I hope it is, 'cause nothing has been good since Mom, Dad, and Leslie died in that plane crash," I said, looking at the floor. A year earlier, my parents and my twin sister had been on their way home from a vacation in Las Vegas when their plane crashed. I didn't go because Jason had been in the hospital and there was a BSB concert that weekend that I had great seats for. "Speaking of Monday, go get my bags that I left by the door. I don't wanna go out there!"
"Okay. Back in a sec! Cheer up!" she said, and stepped out the door of the den. She was back in thirty seconds with my bags. She handed them to me.
"That wasn't a sec, Bran. That was more like 30 seconds!" I teased.
She stuck her tounge out at me. "Let me see what you got!"
I pulled out the dress. "Well, this is the dress. Like it??"
She looked at it wistfully. "It's beautiful! I love it! Do you have shoes to match?"
I nodded, and pulled out the sandals. "Well?"
"Wow! You'll look great in that stuff!" Brandy said, truly amazed.
I just grinned. I heard a car pull up and looked out the window.
"Oh good! Joey's here!! And, OH MY GOD!!!!!" I shrieked.
"What?!?!" Brandy asked excitedly.
"LOOK WHO'S WITH HIM!!!!!! AHH!!" I shrieked again.
It was Nick Carter.
