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Ring...Ring...Ri...
"Hello?" a high pitched snooty girl's voice answered.
"Hello," a male voice replied. "Is Ashley Smith there?"
"This is she, " the girl replied.
"Hey, this is Nick Carter..."
"Oh! Hey," she replied coolly, "I was hoping you would call,"her voice sounded like she got calls from celebrities every day. "It sure took you a while."
"Well...I've been really busy."
"Oh," she said sounding like a hurt puppy.
"So what have you been doing?" He asked.
"I've been getting ready for our big tennis match with my school."
"You play tennis? I never like tennis."
"All the cool people play tennis."
"I guess I'm not cool then."
Ashley sat down on her bed. Her long, slender, sexy legs stretched out in front of her and her bare feet exhibited pretty red toe-nails. "I suppose that there are a few cool people that don't play tennis,"
"Good. I'd hate to be un-cool. I mean I'm only loved by millions of girls."
"I doubt there are MILLIONS that love the BSB, and many of those love the rest of the guys." she smoothly pulled her shirt down back over her belly-button ring.
"Many people don't have a favorite, "he told her.
"They like you too."
"So what else have you been doing?"
"Well, some of my friends came over last night and we were watching BSB videos," She sa as she pulled the back of her halter top up an tossed he long curly blond hair back over he shoulder.
"Which one?
"Oh, a bunch."
“Do you like my little brother's music?"
"No! I hate rap. I like your music though." She said smoothly
"That's good. Have you been to many of our concerts?"
"I've been to all of your concerts that I possibly could."
"That's good... Anybody else you like? N'Sync?"
"No! I hate N Sync! It's BSB all the way!"
Nick smiled. "Yea. More people ought to think like you."
"Lots of people I talk to do think like me."
"That's good."
"I've got to go. . ."
"Oh. Okay." the disappointment was obvious. "I'll talk to you later. . ."
"Bye," she smiled.
"Bye."
An evil smile spread across her face. "I can't be too crazy about him or he won't be crazy about me." she whispered to herself, "If only I could see him again that Back Street Boy would be all mine I'm so sexy."
* * *
Ring. . . Ring. . .
"Hello," a young girl's voice said.
"Hello?" Nick asked. "is Ashley there?"
"Sure, hang on a sec." The girl replied. "Lee, phone!!"
Ashley ran to the phone and grabbed it. "who is it?" she whispered to her step-sister.
"Some guy," the girl shrugged.
Ashley pumped her fist into the air. "Hello,"she smiled into the phone.
"Hey, "he replied, "I didn't know you had a little sister."
"She's not really my sister, " Ashley breathed, "she's my step-sister."
"I didn't even know your parents were divorced. I guess I don't know hardly anything about you."
"Well, we've only talked a couple of times."
True. Have your parents been divorced long?" He asked.
“Oh, yea, since I was a little kid. It was just me and my mom there for years. Until I was about 13. Then she married my step-father. His wife had only been dead like a year when they got married."
"How old's your step-sister?"
"She's 12."
"She's about my brother's age."
"I didn't know you had a brother."
"We talked about him yesterday." Nick said confused. “You said you didn't like him."
"I didn't talk to you yesterday." Ashley flopped on the floor and smoothed out her t-shirt.
"Yes, you did. Remember we talked about tennis. You said you were getting ready for your match at school."
"I don't play tennis."
"But you said yesterday you did."
"I hate tennis."
"So do I, but yesterday you said you played it and all the cool people played it."
"I didn't talk to you yesterday!!"
"Aren't you Ashley Smith?"
"Yes!"
"Okay. Just making sure I was talking to the same person."
"You aren't! Who are you?"
"I'm Nick Carter."
"Isn't that a Back Street Boy?"
"YES!!"
"You are not!" She exclaimed scornfully.
"Yes. My name is Nick Carter."
"No,it's not. That is a stupid joke."
"But it really is!"
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"It can't be!"
"It is."
"Then why are you calling me?"
"You're Ashley Smith. I met you at a meet and greet and you gave me your phone number."
"I have not been to a BSB meet and greet."
"You haven't?"
"No and you are not Nick Carter."
"Yes, I am."
"Prove it."
"How?"
"I don't know!"
“Give me you address and I'll send you an autograph."
"I'm not giving you my address. You might be murderer!"
“I am not a murderer. I am Nick Carter."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!! Dagummet! I'm sure of who I am. I would think I would..."
“I've got it!"
"What?"
"Sing."
"What?"
"Sing "Everybody'"
He broke out into song. When he finished he said: "There do you belive me now?"
"Oh my goodness."
"Do you belive me?"
"My sister would die."
"I thought she was your step-sister."
"She is."
"Is she a big fan?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Now that you belive me would you like me to send both of you an autograph?"
"I don't like the BSB, but would it be too much to ask, for you to get Aaron to sign something for her too?"
"Okay. I think I can do that to apologize for bothering you."
"It's okay."
"What's your address?”
She gave it to him.
"Okay. I'll send them. Bye."
"Wait! You sounded really great when you sang that."
"Hey. If you're not a fan then how did you know the name of that song?
"I've had to take Brittney to concerts for years now."
"Oh. Okay. So you don't like us huh?"
"Not really. I'm more into Christian music and girl groups." I don't really like boy bands all that much."
"Aaron's not a band. Do you like him?"
"He's about at the same level as the BSB in my opion."
"Okay. " He said racking his brain for something to say. "So if you don't like tennis what sport do you like?"
"The only sport I do is ballet."
"Ballet? That's strange."
"Why is that strange?"
"I just don't talk to very many ballerinas."
"There aren't very many ballerina's around to talk to."
"Where do you take?"
She told him.
"I think we've gotten extra dancers from there before."
"You have?'
"I think so."
"I never would have noticed, considering I'm not a fan."
"I see."
"No, you don't see me."
"I wouldn't mind seeing you."
"You just want to see me in that ballet costume and that's it."
"No, it's not!"
"I bet the Ashley Smith you were trying to call was some sexy slut."
"She's not a slut."
"So is she sexy?"
He didn't reply,"
"Well, then she's a slut."
"Not neccissarily."
"That's true not all sluts are sexy."
"Okay. Let's stop talking about sexy sluts."
"Alright."
"I need to get off the phone."
"That's fine. I didn't even mean to talk to you in the first place."
"But you didn't mind did you?'
"Not really.'
"I'll send those autographs soon."
"Okay. Bye."
"Wait!" Nick exclaimed. "What's your phone number?'
She gave it to him smiling thinking of how she had defeated her enemy.
"Bye," he sighed.
"Bye." she hung up the phone. "BRITTNEY!! I WAS TALKING TO NICK CARTER ON THE PHONE AND HE'S GOING TO SEND YOU HIS AUTOGRAPH!!
Brittney came drearily into Lee's room "It isn't April first. you have no right to play such a mean joke on me."
"It's not a joke I really was."
"No,you wern't."
"Yes. I was. And he asked for my phone number."
"He did not!'
"He did so."
"Did not"
"Did so"
"Did not"
"Did so"
"Did not"
"You'll see when they come."