"Oh my god, we're gonna be on FANatic!" I shrieked hanging uo the phone. I was finally going to meet Nick! ...and AJ, and Howie, and Kevin, and Brian.

Taresa jumped out of her chair where she had been dozing, "What the hell!?! Jesus Christ Taylor, slow down!"

I couldn't contain myself. I jumped up and down, "Wake up, silly! We're gonna meet the Backstreet Boys!"

"You're kidding, right?" Taresa asked, "You mean I get to meet KEVIN RICHARDSON!?! ...and the other Backstreet Boys of course!"
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We were flown out to Orlando the next day. With five hours until we met the Backstreet Boys we did the only reasonable thing... shop!
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I stood infront of a mirror in the changing room at Outpost. I modeled a blue dress that fell just above my knees. "Do you think Nick would like this?" I asked, absent mindedly checking the price tage.

Taresa didn't answer me, as she was too caught up in a mess of lace, "This is so not me," she muttered, then turned to learn what I had said. "Oh that looks wonderful!" she gushed.

"It's okay, I guess."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes.

After Taresa had settled on a black mini skirt and silver spaghetti straps, and had stolen MY black heals she was contents.

'Oh my god we're finally going to meet them!' I thought to myself, 'I wonder what Nick will be wearing...'

"Well, whatever he's wearing he's gotta look hot," Taresa gave me a weird look. Uh-oh, had I been thinking out loud again?

we finally reached our meeting spot at a small cafe at the Backstreet Market (how ironic, huh?)

I was so nervous that I spilled my water when I tried to drink it cuz my hand was shaking so horribly. Great, just my luck. Now I was going to meet the Backstreet Boys on national TV - soaked! I hate life.

I attempted to make myself halfway presentable. Suddenly I froze as five unmistakable hotties entered the room. 'Say something, idiot!' I told myself. Instead, I just sat there, gawking.

"Hi, I'm Taresa," Taresa said, recieving a hug from each of the boys. She gave Kevin a kiss on the cheek then I finally managed to find my voice.

"Hi," I said, staring into Nick's beautiful blue eyes, "M-my name's..." I was at a loss for words.

"Taylor," Taresa offered.

"Right, my name's Taylor." What an idiot. I hadn't been there more than three minutes and was already making a gool of myself. "You'll have to excuse me," I joked, "I have a serious case of Alztimer's desease."

"You do?" Brian asked incrediously.

We cracked up as I recieved my hello and hug from each of them. "No, it was a joke," Kevin said, rolling his eyes.

"I know, what's wrong with you, 'Rok?" I teased, "Even Kevin got that one... I'm just real happy to meet y'all."

He smiled and looked into my eyes, "Well I'm real happy to meet you as well."

A series of questions followed, then they hugged us and said good-bye. "I don't wanna go," I whined, then got an idea. Turning to the security gaurd, I asked, "Do you have hand cuffs?"

Taresa caught on and snatched the hand cuffs away. She locked my hand to Nick's. "Taresa!" I scolded, embarressed, "I wasn't serious!"

"Oh well, you're stuck now!" Nick said, dragging me toward the tour bus.

"I'm sorry," the security gaurd said, stepping infront of him, "Ms. Annet must return to her hotel." Damn.

"Aww, you're no fun," Nick whined as he and I were uncuffed. I sighed, a little disappointed. Things could've gotten... interesting (me and my one track mind ;).

I cried as I watched them drive off. I'd probably never meet them again. Too bad, they were a great bunch of hot guys (there goes my one track mind again...).

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