Chapter 1
AJ McLean sighed in
contentment. Life couldn't be better. His career was taking off to places he
couldn't even imagine; he had the best friends anyone could ever wish for; and
he was about to marry the absolute love of his life. Who could want more?
"Alex,
honey," a sweet and musical voice called from the kitchen. "If we
don't get going, we're going to be late. Personally, I'm really not in the mood
to deal with Nick being pissed at us for being late again."
AJ laughed. If there
was one thing his best friend Nick did better then anyone else, it was being
pissy. He did it so well.
Walking into the kitchen, he wrapped his arms
around his fiance. "Maybe we can forget about it and just stay home,"
he wispered into her hair huskily. "We could always have our
own...party."
"Alex! Be good,
you know how much this means to Nick and the guys," Sarah Martin excaimed.
"Besides, we can always come home and hold our own celebration."
"Have I ever
told you how much I love you?"
"Not resently
you haven't," Sarah replied with a smile.
"Mmm, maybe I
should fix that."
Turning around so
she was facing him, Sarah kissed him. "Tonight?"
"Pormise."
"Well then
let's go so we can get beack here in time for our celebration."
AJ laughed and
picked Sarah u[ off her feet. "Your chariot awaits, M'Lady."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"ALEX! Why do
you always have to do this to me? I worked my ass off to make this the perfect
wedding shower and you have to go and ruin it by showing up an hour late. Can't
you show up on time for once in your life, or are you planning on being late
for your own wedding?" Nick Carter looked at AJ trying to apear like he
was insulted.
"Nicky, relax,
I got here didn't I?" AJ asked, laughing.
"What's so
funny? You think everything's one big joke don't you?"
"Nicky, I've
known you for how long? I know when you're trying to act insulted and when you
actually are. I do have to admit though, you're getting better at almost
fooling me."
With his arms folded
across his chest, Nick playfully stuck out his tung out at AJ. "Thank's a
lot, McLean. You're a riot yourself."
Kevin Richardson laughed and put his arm
around the younger man shoulders, "Just let him be. I don't think he can
think of anything but the fact that he's getting married in a week. I know Rok
couldn't."
"Speaking of,
Train, when do you plan on getting hiched yourself?" AJ asked grinning at
the older man. Two years ago, Kevin almost gotten married himself.
Unfortunately, Kristin had deside that her career was more important then
anything else and so she had left him.
Kevin smiled softly,
"You never know what life brings us."
"Oh my God!
Kev's got someone!" AJ said, fringing a heart-attack.
"Thanks, Bone.
I hate to burst you're bubble, but...no. I don't, at least I don't right now.
But God only knows."
"And you're
full of shit, Train."
"I thought this
party was about you and Sarah, not about my non-existent love life. So, let's
get this house rockin'. That is if AJ's up to it."
AJ looked at Kevin
in disbelief. "What do you think? Of course I'm up to it!"
For the next several
hours the Boys and Sarah partied harder then they ever had in their past. After
all, it wasn't every day a Backstreet Boy got married. the celibration lasted
until early into the next morning.
"Hey guys, I'm
sorry to be the barer of bad news, but I've got to get Alex home," Sarah
sid to the guys. "He promised me a celebration of our own and I want to
take him up on the offer before he's to tired to think strait."
Cat-calls started
being thrown in AJ's direction. Any outsider could tell they loved ther younger
brother dearly.
"Thanks,
Sar-Sar. I've got to be getting home myself. I have...a few things to take care
of myself," Kevin said, a slight blush running across his face.
"You know, for
a guy who doesn't have a girlfriend, you act too much like you're already
married. Come on, Kev, what are you not telling us?" AJ teased.
"Nothing, I
swear. It's just...I've got some things to take care of at home. It's important
to me. I promise, when the time's right, I'll tell you all what I've been up
to. Deal?"
"I'll find out
before then, you know that Train."
"Not this
time."
"Come on, Alex.
Let's get home. Please?" Sarah begged.
AJ chuckled,
"Let's get you home princess. See you guys later."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Thanks for coming
with me tonight," AJ said, smiling at Sarah as he pulled out of Nick's
driveway.
"Why wouldn't
I? I love you, Alex."
"I know you do,
but you still could have stayed home. I mean, it had to be somewhat borring for
you just to sit and watch us act like..."
"Five year
olds?" she asked, chuckling. "Actually, I enjoyed it. It was
definately better than staying home and watching borring old movies on the
tv."
AJ laughed and put his free arm around her
shoulders. "You're the best wife a guy could ask for."
"Hey, we're not
married yet," Sarah said, kissing his cheek. Lowering her head until it
rested on his shoulder, Sarah let out a contented sigh.
"You know, we
could always elope tonight. That way we don't have to wait."
"No way,
mister. I'm getting you down that isle whether you like it or not. We've been
planning this for months. We're not eloping," Sarah laughed.
Before either of
them could react, a blinding light penitrated the front windshield. AJ swerved
the car, trying to see. The next thing either of them knew, the sound of
shattering glass and scrapping medal penitrated the air.
"Sarah,"
AJ called out weekly. "Are you ok?"
Silence filled the
air.
"Sarah? Sarah,
answere me, please!" AJ called out, panick rising in his throat trying to
choak him.
Turning his head
painfully twards the passenger side of the vehicle. His stomach tried to revolt
against him at the sight.
Sarah was laying
against the passenger window, blood pouring out of a gash that was on the side
of her head. Her neck was twisted in an angle that no human neck should be in.
Her blue eyes blankly stared out the windshield. Her skin looked like
death wouldn't touch it.
Tears streamed down
his face. "Sarah, no. Please no. I love you to much. Please, don't leave
me," he wispered before sinking into a painless darkness.
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