Shortly after seven, as calculated, he pulled into the Comfort Inn parking lot. He took notice of his surroundings to make sure he had found the right place. All confirmations were made when he saw the South Carolina license plated car with a No Authority sticker on the bumper. He got out of the vehicle and stretched his muscular arms. “Finally.” He laughed, grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat and heading to the front lobby to check in.
Before he strutted inside the lobby he put on his baseball cap and sunglasses, as to hide his true identity. Walking to the front desk he smiled at the desk clerk. “Hey baby,” he spoke with affection, “I was hoping you could get me a room?” He threw a few hundred dollar bills on the counter and flashes his smile again. “Make sure it’s one close by the guys.” He added with a stern tone.
The girl nodded and quickly took his pay. Slipping the extra hundred in her pocket she typed a few things into the computer and handed him a room key moments later. “You room is a few doors down that way.” She said, blushing slightly and pointing the young man to his room.
“Thanks baby.” He spoke, leaning down to kiss her hand before going to his room.
Once inside his room he threw his cap and sunglasses on the bed and began rummaging through his backpack. He produced a pair of night vision goggles, a camera with a 250 zoom lens, a well-worn notebook and top quality binoculars from within the bag. Making his first pot of coffee the boy settled into on of the chairs and began to watch for any commotion from the near by rooms.
Nearing ten at night and his sixth pot of coffee, things began to pick up. Luckily the hotel was one with out door entrances and the girl at the front desk had given him a room on the second floor across from the rooms of No Authority. As soon as he saw the boys leave he counted, “one, two, three…” Stopping at three he paused and grinch like grin spreading across his tan features. “That means he’s still here.” Giddy with excitement he loaded his camera with film and set up the tri-pod. “Come on, baby, where are you?” He questioned, rubbing his hands together in anxiousness.
As if the boy had heard the other he came walking down the path towards the room the other three members had just exited. He was stopped by a group of girls. After a few moments in conversation with him, the boy, cloaked in a red hooded sweatshirt screamed “fuck!” and began dialing away at his cell phone.
The watcher took no time it getting his scanner from the backpack and adjusting the channels he tapped into the phone conversation.
“The left me Starr.” He wept into the phone. “They went to eat without me! What am I supposed to do?!” He continued to cry, stopping to glance around every so often, feeling as though he was being watched. “I’ll be fine.” He reassured himself and his manager before hanging up and walking back to the room.
Back in view the watching male took his chance to snap several pictures of the other boy. He watched in awe of the delicate features and strong body. “If only I was as beautiful as him.” The watcher thought with admiration. “If only he would take the restraining order off long enough for me to tell him that I only want to be as powerful of a singer and performer as him.” He said out loud. “In fact, if none of the others are here, now is my chance.” Laughing at the thought of seeing his hero up close he began to think of what he would say first.
After a few hours passed, the other members of No Authority had all returned. They carried with them each a case of beer and had been drinking heavily since. The watcher stayed in the darkness of his room and looked on hoping for the right chance to speak to the boy he adored. His chance came when the boy he loved was hurtled from the hotel room by a fellow member. The door slamming in his face left the young boy in shock. He again dialed into his cell phone, the conversation being eavesdropped on with the watchers trusty scanner.
“Starr, it’s me.” He choked back his tears. “I would like my own room for the night, they are just being too mean to me.” He begged until he got his way.
Hearing the entire conversation the watcher clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle his shouts of happiness. Now that the boy would be alone the watcher had the perfect chance to speak to him. He sucked in a deep breath and as he left the room and descended the stairs to where his hero would be he let it out slowly with each step. He felt his palms get sweaty and his heart race as he walked to the lobby exit and waited.
As the abandoned No Authority member left the lobby to walk to his room he felt scared. He heard foot steps behind him and turned to see no one there. He quickened his steps and the foot steps behind him did the same, but when he would turn around there was no one to be seen. He panicked and ran quicker, forgetting his new room he threw open the door to his group mates and rushed into the room. He slammed the door behind him, his eyes darting in every direction. “I’m being followed!” He screeched, his body shaking. “The stalker is back!” He cried in fear, only to be laughed at.
The watcher smacked himself in the head with his palm. “I shouldn’t be so scared. I can’t keep ducking into hallways and hiding if I want to meet him face to face.” He muttered as he stood by the soda machines, waiting and hoping that he hadn’t missed his chance to see his hero. “It doesn’t help that ran so fast,” he thought, “but I guess it’s how he keeps so fit.” After waiting for a few minutes the boy came out, accompanied by one of his group mates. “Now or never.” The watcher told himself, clearing his throat.
Hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat Ricky and Danny turned around. “NICK CARTER!?!?” Ricky yelped and hid himself behind Danny. “Save me Danny.” He cried as Nick approached the duo, unamused by the trembling Ricky.
Danny stood tall and protective of his friend. “Listen up Nick. Listen.” Danny started, but as Nick stood taller than Danny and a few hundred pounds heavier Danny ducked out of the way and back into his room.
Nick laughed as Ricky collapsed to the ground and curled into the fetal position. “Ju…ju…just don’t sit on me.” Ricky barely managed to get out before Nick turned around and placed his extra large ass on top of Ricky.
Laughing hysterically Nick declared, “I SHALL ALWAYS HAVE THE BIGGEST ASS AND THE BEST HAIR.” His point made Nick got back up and looked down at a flattened little Ricky G. “See you in L.A.” He said, winking and going back to his car to start the long drive to the Golden State to await Ricky’s arrival.
