“Yo Nicky!” AJ checked his watch, “Running a bit late aren’t we?”
“Shut up AJ.” Nick retorted impatiently as he walked into the TV room where AJ sat. “I ran into this girl and I had to help her pick her stuff up.” Nick stared breathlessly at his tattooed friend.
“Was she a babe?”
“Is that all you ever think about? What if I said she was? You wouldn’t be interested in her anyway, too young.”
“I don’t care. I’d tell you to give me her phone number and address.” AJ answered simply.
“Well… kind of. A bit chubby–”
“You should talk.”
“What? I’m not fat! These are my muscles you’re criticizing here. Anyway, as I was saying, she’s a bit chubby–”
“Hey Nick! What’s up?” Brian walked into the room and sat down beside AJ.
“Argh! I was–”
“He was describing this girl that he ran into today.” AJ grabbed a packet of potato chips off the table and opened it, only failing to do it successfully as it bursted open instead leaving chips all over the place.
“Nice one Bone,” Brian commented dryly.
“Shut up…” AJ murmured as he picked at the potato crisps and eating it at the same time.
“About this girl…” Brian looked up at his young friend. He had an annoyed expression on his face.
“A bit chubby, few zits, tall, beautiful eyes, silky hair…”
“Hmm… seems like an average girl to me. What’s so special about her?” Brian asked thoughtfully.
“I never said she was special.” Nick stated simply.
“Oh. Oh! Then what’s the big deal?” Brian asked, rolling his eyes, “and why do you have a handkerchief with a girls name on it hanging on your belt?”
“What hanker–” Nick reached down to touch hi belt. He pulled off it a baby blue handkerchief with the name ‘Phoebe’ embroidered in dark blue at the bottom right hand corner. “Oh shit! It’s Phoebe’s! Must have hooked onto my belt when I ran past her!” Nick exclaimed holding the handkerchief in front of his face.
“Why do you have it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, give it back to her then!” AJ suddenly contributed to their conversation.
“I don’t know where she lives.” Nick said quietly.
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Unless you see her again and you and your dumb brain doesn’t forget to ask her for her number.”
* * *
“Aha!” Phoebe smiled triumphantly, “So that’s where I’ve seen him before.” Phoebe stared contently at the poster of a young blonde boy on her wall. “And I thought it was my imagination…” she grumbled suddenly, realizing that she had missed the chance of her lifetime to know Nick Carter personally.