"Yeah."
"Well, this really nice family moved in, and they have a really cool daughter that’s 17 years old."
"Cool, what’s her name?"
"Nicole." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was just finishing putting up my BSB posters when I got a phone call, we had just hooked up the phone in my room.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Is this Nikki?"
"Yeah, who’s this?"
"This is Nick Carter, your new neighbor."
Have you ever seen on the movie "My Best Friends Wedding" when he tells her on the phone that he’s getting married and she falls off the bed? That’s kind of what I did.
"OMIGOSH! Um hi!"
Nick paused, "So where’d ya come from?"
"Well I used to live in the U.P." I told him the whole story. We chatted for a while. He was really nice. I mean you couldn’t tell he was a Backstreet Boy, he just acted like a normal person,
"So, are you coming to our barbecue thing tomorrow?"
"Sure! Well I gotta go, I’m pooped."
"All right, see you there."
"K, bye"
"Bye!"
"OHMIGOSH I just talked to a Backstreet Boy!" I screamed. "OOPS, that was kinda loud, " I said covering my mouth.
