Chapter 5
“Uncle AJ!” I went over and hugged
him. Out of all the Backstreets, he was my fave.
“Man, you’re really grown up. Boys
should be drooling over you.” He said evilly.
“Not very much.” I said and hugged his
wife Katherine standing next to him.
“Honey, i can’t believe, you grew up
so quickly.” She said.
“Hey Nymph, how are you little
darling?” I said in a sing-song voice and squated down to be at the same height
with their two year old daughter Nymph.
Everybody was there, their managers,
bodyguards, everybody. I was tired of smiling to everyone and talking with
them. Man, it’s a hard thing.
Afterwards, we had finally found time
to sit and chat. Damn, they always gave us some work to do, like “Andrea, put
those plates onto the table please.” Or “Sky, could you keep an eye on the
meals, I don’t want then be burned honey.” Sometimes it sucks to be the eldest
in family.
“Where are they?” Andrea whispered to
me mentioning his brothers’ friends. I shrugged, which couraged her to ask
Harry.
“Harry, you kept mentioning your
friends coming over here but they are nowhere in sight.” She teased. I knew
this tactic, she was trying not to draw attention.
“They will be here in an hour. I
told’em to come late.” He exclaimed.
Harry was 14 years old too, Thomas 13
and Mark was 11. Littrell family was all made of blonde hair and blue eyes. In
fact Harry and Mark’s were a bit brownish but Thomas and Andrea were exactly
like their mom.
After another hour of babysitting to
little girls, famous friends of Littrell brothers appeared. Thankfully our
parents were all on a far corner that they didn’t see our eyes bugging out of
their sockets.
“Here they are!” said Thomas and they
went over them and did their ‘manly’ hug. We sat there, watched them coming
towards us. Actually i was a bit shocked, those guys didn’t look like 14 year
olds, “they must be 18 at least.” I would say, if i saw them outside but they
were Harry’s friends, just one of them was 17 but i couldn’t estimate which
one.
“Keep it cool okay, keep it cool.”
Andrea demanded but she was fidgeting. I held her arm “Sit still.”
“How’s my hair?” she asked worriedly.
“Perfect.”
They approached us, as Mark introduced
them one by one, and we exchanged hands. I couldn’t help but stare the guy whom
kept checking me out. He was hot.
“And this is Chris, Chris this is
Skylar. You guys are same age...Sky...Sky...Skylar!!”
“Huh?” i said baffled. I was busy
checking him out so i barely heard what Mark said. As soon as our hands touched
each other, a thrill went through my spine. Chris smiled coyly and I managed to
flash one.
“Sky’s in love, Sky’s in love.” I
heard Tim’s voice in my ear.
“Tim!” I said quietly and punched him
from his arm.
“Okay i shut up.” He said and leaned
against the couch.
Actually, with short black hair and
hazel eyes, Chris was totally my type. Wow, i hadn’t thought that I could find
someone so easily after Zackary.
As we kept on talkin, Thomas suggested
hanging out later together, they all agreed. It was an incredible day, now it
was more incredible than ever as me and Chris talked more to get to know each
other better. At the perfect time of our conversation, I heard my name being
called by my ‘loving’ dad. Duh! Did parents have to adjust the perfect time? I
rolled my eyes, excused myself and went
over to him where he was chillin’ with his bros and their wives.
“Honey could you go to my office and
take my binder?”
“Which one?”
“I think it’s on the top of the sheets
on my desk.”
“Okay. And by the way, i’m going out
tonight with the guys.” I said pointing out my new friends.
He looked at them over me. “With those
freaks?”
“Dad, they’re Littrell brothers’
buds.”
“Hey Rok, you should definetely keep
an eye on your sons’ friends.” Said he which caused Uncle Brian glance his sons
and smirk back at him. I giggled and went to his office. I found the binder my
dad wanted and grabbed it. A piece of paper dropped onto the floor. Normally, i
didn’t have a habit to read notes not belonged to me, but this time this voice
inside me told me to read. I popped down on my dad’s leather chair and slowly
opened it.
As I read the words, my eyes got wider
and wider. When i finished the last sentence, paper slipped from my shaky
fingers and rested on my lap. I gazed it, trying my best not to cry. What i
read in this small paper was this:
My Nick,
I know you’re shocked by now. I was too, when i first learned it
but i was also happy to have your child. We should’ve been more careful that
night but we couldn’t. And now we can’t turn back time. I wouldn’t want to
leave her like that but i have no other choice.
I’m just fifteen years old, i can’t raise a child. You’re young
too but at least you have enough money to raise a child in high standards.
It’s a girl, I didn’t give a name. I’m sure you’ll find the name
that would suit to our little love. Look, she has your eyes.
Don’t give her to an orphanage, please. Don’t try to find me,
either. Please, I beg you. She’ll have a much better life with you and your
future wife.
I love you.
Me
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