We sat silently on the plane to Orlando, for the second time that year. 'I'm meeting the Backstreet Boys,' I think to myself, then it sinks in. "Aah!" Taresa and I scream in unison.

"I'm gonna see Nick again!" I exclaim excitedly.

"And I get to see Kevin," she said with a sigh.

Noticing the weird looks people were giving me I stood up defiantly. "Hey, you'd be excited if you were meeting Nick Carter too!"

A guy in the corned chuckled, "I wouldn't." I emedietly recognized the hottie and his voice. I sank back into my seat, "Oh shit."

Five shadows suddenly loomed over us, "So it is you two. When we heard your names, we weren't sure if it was you or not," Brian smiled. AAH! THEY REMEBERED US! Ok: In, out... in, out... not, that, Taylor, breath! *lmao*

I smiled at Nick, "Nick to meet you guys again."

"Yeah, and you're obviously thrilled to see Nick again," AJ teased me.

I laughed, "Ok, I admit it. You got me there." Brian didn't look too well. What could be wrong? I remembered his fear of heights and brushe dit off as that.

"Can I sit here?" Nick asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Taresa. They began to flirt, and I didn't hear what Brian said as I took off for the bathroom, tears streaming down my face.

As I sat there feeling sorry for myself I heard a knock at the door. Please don't let it be Nick, I prayed. "Yes?" I asked quietly, cracking the door open, very relieved to see Brian. I tried to smile, but quickly gave up.

"Can I come in?" he asked, peering into the room.

"Yeah," I hesitated and smiled, "But aren't you supposed to use the other one?" I opened the door a little wider and pointed across the aile to the men's room. We both laughed and I invited him in.

"You okay?" he asked concerned, whiping a tear from my cheek. He was so sweet... why couldn't I like him instead of Nick?"

I nodded, then laughed, changing my mind, "Not at all." Sighing, I quickly becam gloomy again.

He pulled me into a hug. He was warm and smelled heavenly. 'I wish we could just stay like this forever...'

"Nick can be a jerk sometimes," he said, trying to comfort me, "We all can, but the point is that he really is a goof person."

It was impossible to stay sad around Brian, "Let's go back." He was right, I thought as we reentered the room, everyone could be a jerk sometimes.

"I'm sorry, but I can't like them all, Howard! I like Taresa, not Taylor, and you can't change that!" I sighed trembling... especially Nick.

Swallowing hard I tried not to cry, what an asshole he was. I was furious, but hid my feelings behind an icey voice, "Hello Nickolas, Taresa," they turned around to face me, "Nice to see you, too." I sat myself in my seat and smiled smugly when I saw my voice had had the right affect.

Nick cleared his throat, "I'm sorry Taylor, I -"

'Shouldn't have flirted with my best friend,' I finished silently for him, but kept up my act on the outside. "For what, Nickolas?" I knew he didn't like being called Nickolas, I also knew he knew I knew that.

"Taylor, cut the crap," Taresa snapped, "It's not his fault he doesn't like you."

I stood furious, "What the hell is that supposed to mean!?!" What, did I have some sort of genetic defect preventing guys I love from liking me? Brian thought I was - I stopped myself. Why had I said Brian?

"Please take your seat," a flight attendant said to me, a sympathetic look on her face.

I was sobbing uncontrolably now and even more confused, "Could I please have a seat elsewhere?"

"Of course, follow me."

"Hold on," Brian said, pulling me back into my seat. I didn't protest cuz I knew he was just trying to help. He was stronger than me anyway.

"Hold that thought," I smiled weakly at the flight attendant.

"We're going to resolve this, now," Brian stated flatly. I was relieved. I might get the wonderful - I looked over to where Nick & Taresa were holding hands, or at least half way livable vacation I had hped for afterall. He continued, "Nick, I think you should start."

Brian sat back down and I squeezed his hand in a silent thank you. Nick started, "I'm sorry Taylor, I didn't mean to hurt you. I do like you... but only as a friend." It didn't seem to hurt as much this time. Maybe because he wasn't screaming it furiously - I looked at Brian - or maybe it was something else.

"It's ok," and this time I meant it, "I understand. It's just.. I don't know. When I heard you say that -" I choked on my words. I wasn't over him, not yes, not completely, but I was getting there. I looked to Brian who smiled in support and continued, "It hurt a lot... and, I guess... I just kinda wigged out."

Taresa began rambling off an appology. Jeez, and she said I talk fast. I had to interrupt her, "I know... I know you wouldn't say something like that about me."

Brian smiled at me... why was he so happy? Anyway, it didn;t matter. He was happy, I was almost happy... but I wasn't quite sure if Nick and Taresa were happy. Looking to Howie for a response, I saw him looking longingly at Taresa. I caught his eye and he smiled quickly, but it was too late. I understood. Nick wasn't the only one who had it for Taresa.

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