Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Bull Shit. My motto: Sticks and stones may break my bones, well bones heal, but words can torture a soul. My name is Courtney, my best friend is Jessica and this is our story.

It was May of our sophomore year at New York University, and we were so excited. Not just because we only had a week of school left, but for something else too. As embarrassed as I am to admit this, we were and still are diehard Backstreet Boys fans. I know.....how pathetic that 19 year olds were that ecstatic about having second row seats at one of their shows, but we were. Ecstatic, I mean. And now that I look back on it, I believe it was one of the best days of my life. I know what you’re thinking, here comes a mushy part. And yep, you’re right. It was at that concert that I met the love of my life, my soul-mate, (you know...my current BF) Nick Carter.

Anyway we went to the concert, and snuck backstage afterwards. We had made fake press-passes that looked pretty authentic. When security saw “press-pass” they never stopped to look at it closely. Well, we met the guys, and I know, at least for me and Nick, something just clicked, and well, we’ve been together ever since.