I sat on the tour bus with AJ, Howie, Kevin, and Nick, biting my nails. Waking myself, I insisted I stop - it was a horrible habit.

I wonder what they're like? We had been informed that this time FANatic had two "number one" fans for us to meet.

The tour bus stopped and I slowly climbed out. We were led to a room in the back. There sat a lovely brunette almost me height... with water spilled all over her dress? I forgot about the water when she looked up and I saw her soft brown eyes...

"Hi, I'm Taresa." I was suddenly jerked back into reality and made aware of the other girl, who was extending her hand to me. I hugged her and said hello.

When the other girl finally got the nerve to speak she had a beautiful voice but was just a little incoherent, "H-hi, m-my name's..." she trailed off. What was wrong with me? She had the most incredulous look on her face.

"Taylor," Taresa introduced her friend.

"Taylor," I whispered to myself, trying the name out for size. It played across my lips, followed by a large grin which must've looked silly... but she hadn't noticed. She was too busy staring at Nick. I sighed and my face fell. Of course she liked Nick... EVERYONE liked Nick. I grew a little angry, then cooled off. He couldn't help it, I just wished for once he didn't get the girl.

"You'll have to excuse me," Taylor said, "I have a serious case of Alztimer's disease."

"You do?" my eyes got wide. Poor girl... I suddenly noticed everyone laughing at me. Uh-oh, what had I done this time?

"No, it was a joke," Kevin informed me.

"I know, what's wrong with you, 'Rok?" Taylor asked with a playful smile, "I'm just real happy to meet y'all."

After getting control of my laughter, I smiled what I HOPED was a charming smile, "Well I'm real happy to meet you as well." I was lost in her eyes when she embraced me in a hug. She was warm and soft, and smelled peachy... no, really, it smelled like she used peach scented shampoo.

They asked a series of questions. The last one was directed at me, and made us both turn a little red in the face, "You know those Backstreet Boys boxers you guys wear?" I nodded. "This is gonna sound silly, but do you know where I can get them... err, I mean, where I can buy them?"

"Umm... no, I think..." Ok, wake up idiot! Beautiful girl, asking you a question... what're you gonna say? "I have some, but I don't know where you can get some."

"Oh," her face fell.

"I know where you can get them!" Nick said, a sly smile creeping across his face as he jumped out of his seat and raced toward the tour bus.

"Nick!" I yelled, turning a deep red, "Sorry 'bout that," I said appologetically.. I'm gonna kill you Nick! I thought to myself as he returned holding my boxers.

"Oh my god, I don't want those!" Taylor said, turning almost as dark a shade of crimson as I believe I was.

"It's time to go," a security gaurd interrupted as Nick threw the boxers at Taylor, refusing to take them back.

We exchanged hugs and good-byes as Taylor whined, "I don't wanna go!" Then her face lit up and she grinned mischieviously. Uh-oh, fans always have the weirdest ideas. "Do you have hand cuffs?" she asked the security gaurd. What on earth? Was she gonna cuff herself to us? ...actually, I considered, I wouldn't mind that.

Taresa grabbed the hand cuffs and locked Nick to Taylor. Damn. Better luck next time, Bri. "Taresa!" Taylor squealed, "I wasn't serious!"

"Oh well, you're stuck now!" Nick started dragging toward the bus. Great. I rolled my eyes, running in persuit. We were stopped short my a security gaurd.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Annet must return to her hotel."

"Aww, you're no fun," Nick whined as the two were uncuffed. I didn't protest... not that I would've minded her coming, but the idea of ANY girl hand cuffed to Nick was enough to make me ill.

I sighed, looking back one last time and waving as we climbed into the tour bus and drove off.

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