One morning, Nick Carter awoke and looked out his window. It was a bright, sunny day. He could see a big yellow Ryder truck parked
in the driveway of the mansion next door.
Gee, someone must be moving in, he
thought. That’s when he noticed two
young women sitting on the front porch of the mansion, while movers hauled
furniture from the truck into the house.
Damn, they’re fine, he thought, squinting at them through the
mini-blinds. I better go introduce
myself.
He got dressed as quickly as he could and raced outside. Then, very casually, he crossed the yard and
approached the house next door. The two
girls were perched on the steps of the front porch. They both looked up when they noticed Nick
coming towards them.
“Hi,” one of the girls said, smiling at Nick. She was absolutely stunning, of course. She had long, white blonde hair (which, of
course, was not dyed, but natural), bright blue eyes (which were, of course,
also natural, not contacts), and straight, gleaming white teeth (which,
obviously, were natural as well and were not helped along by braces or Crest
White-Strips). She had a model’s figure
(of course), tall and slender. “My
name’s Nikki Cartier, and this is, like, my best friend, Taylor Johnson. We just, like, moved here from, like,
Kentucky.”
Before we move on to Nick’s reply to this introduction, we must of
course describe Nikki’s friend Taylor in great detail as well. Taylor was also beautiful. She had shoulder-length red hair and gorgeous
emerald green (yes, not just green, but emerald green) eyes. She also had straight, white teeth
(naturally), as well as a creamy, flawless complexion. She was very petite, short and thin.
“Whoa, your name is actually Nikki Cartier? My name’s Nick Carter!”
“Ohmygod, those, like, sound alike! Like, what a coincidence!” Nikki exclaimed.
“I know!” Nick cried.
“Like, wait a minute,” Taylor said suddenly. “Did you just, like, say your name was, like,
Nick Carter? As in, like, the Backstreet
Boy?!”
“Yeah,” Nick replied.
“Like, OHMYGOD!” both girls shrieked at the same time.
“Like, ohmygod, I, like, didn’t even recognize you!” Nikki
gasped. “Tay and I are, like, such huge
fans of you guys!”
Nick stared at her. “And
you didn’t recognize me?”
“Hehe, like, no!” Nikki giggled.
Nick shrugged – she seemed like a bit of an airhead, but she was
hot, so he didn’t mind. “Hey, you wanna
be my girlfriend, Nikki? Since we have
almost the same name and all?” he asked.
“Like, ohmygod, like, sure!
Ohmygod, Tay, I’m, like, going out with, like, a, like, Backstreet Boy!”
Nikki screamed.
“Like, do you, like, think you can, like, hook me up with, like, a
Backstreet Boy too?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah, maybe Brian would want to go out with you,” Nick said.
“Like, ohmygod, that would be, like, so awesome if you were, like,
going out with Brian, Tay, because then we could all, like, go on double dates
and stuff! Cause, like, Brian and Nick
are, like, best friends, you know, and like, so are we!” Nikki pointed out.
“Like, ohmygod, cool!” Taylor squealed. “Hey, Nick, like, when can you, like, ask Brian?”
“I can ask him right now,” said Nick. “He’s still sleeping, but I can wake him up
and get him to come out here and meet you.”
“Wait, like, you mean, like, you guys all live together in that
house?” Nikki asked.
“Oh yeah, of course. The
five of us are like brothers, you know.
We share a house, and we hang out together all the time, even when we’re
not on tour. We always go swimming and
shopping and clubbing together, and we have barbeques and go to Disney World
and all kinds of stuff! We hang out
24/7!”
“Like, ohmygod, cool!” Taylor squealed again.
“Come on in, I’ll introduce you to Brian and the other guys,” said
Nick, leading the two girls back through the yard and into the Backstreet Boys’
mansion. He found the four other guys in
the kitchen. Kevin, Brian, and AJ were
sitting around the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the morning
paper, while Howie made breakfast.
“Hey guys, look who just moved in next door!” Nick announced,
bringing Nikki and Taylor into the kitchen.
“This is my new girlfriend, Nikki Cartier, and this is her best friend,
Taylor Johnson.”
“Taylor Johnson?” Brian repeated.
“Hey, are you by any chance from Lexington, Kentucky?”
“Like, ohmygod, how did you know that?” Taylor asked, her eyes
widening.
“Oh my goodness, it’s you!
You were my childhood best friend and high school sweetheart!”
Taylor cocked her head a minute.
Then she let out a squeal.
“Ohmygod, you’re THAT Brian Littrell!
Like, ohmygod, in all these years of me being, like, a Backstreet Boys fan,
I, like, never realized you were, like, the same person!”
Brian blinked. Then he
shrugged – she had always been a bit of an airhead, but she was hot, and she
had big boobs, so he had never minded.
“So, Taylor, since we’ve found each other again and all that, you
wanna get back together?”
“Ohmygod, like, totally!” Taylor cried, throwing her arms around
him. “Ohmygod, I’m, like, dating a
Backstreet Boy too now, Nikki!”
“Ohmygod!” Nikki squealed.
“Here, guys, eat up. We’ll
need our strength for the concert tonight,” Howie said, brining a skillet of
pancakes over to the table.
“Ohmygod, you guys, like, have a concert tonight?” Nikki
asked. “Can we, like, come?”
“Sure!” said Nick. “We’ll
get you front row tickets.”
“Ohmygod, like, cool!” Taylor exclaimed.
If only they knew what was to come…
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