Here I am, 16 years old and loving the Backstreet Boys. I know, i know. Some of you say they r just a 'teeny bopper group' who sing 'bubblegum pop'. Well, I am a proud Backstreet fan, but my life was about to take a U-turn...
I was playing baseketball outside my house on a sunny, monday afternoon in July, the day before the BSB concert at a six flags in my town. I had the worst possible seats, but I didn't care. I was going with my best friend. I was totally bummed, (excuse the valley girl language) since I saw my boyfriend Steve kissing a cheerleader, and when I caught them, he dumped me and said I wasn't good enough. So I thought this concert would cheer me up. Wow, playing basketball really gets out your aggression. Anywho, I missed a basket, and my ball rolled towords the street, so i proceded to run after it. I stopped dead in my tracks when a huge bus stoped in front of my house. The driver got out, and said
"Hello, I'm a tour bus driver for a band, and we have a concert tomorrow, but our hotel lost our reservations. So we were wondering if we could use your phonebook to call another hotel."
I said "Ok, sure. Just let me go get it." I wasn't really thinking about it, since i was so sad, so I just went and got the phonebook. I gave it to the driver, and he found the hotels, and used a cell-phone to call. Meanwhile, i went to the bus to try to find my ball. It had rolled under it. I groaned and tried to reach for it, but my arms were too short. I heard some commation from the bus and a voice said
"Hey, u need some help?" The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint where I had heard it before.
"Sure, thanks" I replied in a aggravated voice. I heard someone come down the stairs of the bus, and come towards me.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"I can't get my basketball out from under....the....bus..." my speech slowed as I looked up to find Kevin Richardson, from the Backstreet Boys, standing before me, ready to help. I immedietly stood up and introduced myself. "H-hi, I'm K-krystle."
"Hello, I'm K-"
"Kevin, yeah I know." I interupted.
"Hey B-rok, u wanna play some b-ball?" Kevin called out. Sure enough, Brian came bounding down the stairs, saying,
"Basketball? But of course. Hey! I'm Brian. But I'm sure you know that..." he steped back and admired my BSB shirt I had gotten for my birthday. "Hey guys, get yer butts out here. We got us a fan! And a cute fan!" I blushed at the compliment. Sure enough, Howie and AJ came running down the stairs.
"Where's Nick? I asked
"Playing N64." Howie said, "What else would he be doing?" I whispered something into Brian's ear, and he got the same devilish grin I had on my face. We hopped on the bus, and Brian yelled
"Hey Nicky, get yer lazy butt out here so we can play some b-ball!" Nick mummbled something.
"Ok, I'm just gonna have to make u then..." I walked up behind Nick, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Nick immedietly jumped up, knocking me on the ground, yelling
"Ew, Brian, why the he---" he looked at me, extremly surprised, "Whoa, sorry. I thought u were--"
"Why in the world would I do that??" Brain said through all his laughter. Nick helped me up.
"Hi, I'm Krystle." (Can u say dork?)
We went outside and joined the guys who were already playing half-court in front of my house. I asked the bus driver if he had any luck, and he shook his head, and proceded to keep calling other hotels. My mom came outside, wondering what was going on. She talked to me, and the bus driver, then went back inside to use our phone to help call more hotels. So we played for about a half hour, untill Nicko tried to impress me with his jump shot, but it didn't quite work. He fell and scraped his calf.
"Ow!!" he yelled in pain
"Nick, are you Okay? I asked, a bit concerned.
"Nick u dumby. Now why'd u do that when u know I'm the only one that can pull that off!!" Brain said scoldingly. It was bleeding pretty bad, so Kevin and Brian helped him to the porch to sit down. I went inside and got some cotten balls, a bottle of water, some rubbing alcolhol, and a bandaid. I went out to help Nick, and I told the other guys just to keep playing. I poured the bottle of water over the cut untill all the blood rinsed away. Then I put some alcohol on it and nick cried in pain
"Ow!! That stuff stings!"
"Oh stop u big baby. It doesn't hurt that bad. Plus it cleans out the wound." i replied
"That's better now," Nick agreed when i had wraped some gauze around it. "Thanks Krys."
"I've known your for an hour and already you've got a nickname for me? Hmmm..."
"Um, uh. I've got a cousin named Krystle, and that's what I call her. yeah."
"Mmhmm, sure Nicky poo." Then we both just cracked up.
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"Ma'm, thank you for all your help and the use of your phonebook, but we can't find anywhere with enough rooms vacant. We're going to go stop somewhere to eat, and pull the buses in the parking lot of the hotel to sleep in." the busdriver told my mom and I.
"I wouldn't hear of it!!" my mom cried "You guys are staying here tonight, band, crew and all."
"Ma'm, that's not ness---"
"You heard me. Now go inform everyone else" The busdriver, obviously a bit frightened by my mother at this point, listened and did as he was told. It was later decided that the boys and Nick's mom and brother Aaron would stay in the house with us, and the band and crew wanted to sleep in their bus. So my mom pulled her car out of the driveway, and let the bus pull in.
About 2 hours later, my mom made dinner for everyone. Ok, well, she didn't make it, but she ordered it. Then 5 pizzas and 5 orders of large chicken wings showed up at our door. (And up here in buffalo, we have real chicken wings. Not those dinky little 'Buffalo Wings' ya'll have elsewhere in the country.) So everyone hungrily ate, and Mrs. Carter and Kevin insisted on paying for the food since we were letting them stay here. Aaron and my little brother played outsdie for a little while, then my Dad and brother had to leave to go on a Boy scout camping trip.
About 10, my mom decided we should work out the sleeping arrangements. After about 20 minutes of arguing and talking, they decided this: My mom would sleep in her bed, I earlier offered my bed to Brian since he has a waterbed at home and so do I (and I did not sleep in the bed with him), we would set up the cot in my room and Kevin would sleep on that, AJ would sleep on the couch in the living room, Howie would sleep on the love seat in the living room, and Mrs. Carter and Aaron would sleep in the family room. That left me and Nick. We were not there to argue our point, and they obviously forgot about us. Meanwhile, we were in the backyard on the porch swing, talking.
"When's your birthday?" he asked me
"December 8th.....82. Isn't that near Aaron's?"
"Day after his. But 3 years before."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I though you two were the same age!!"
"Shut up!" And i pushed him off the swing.
"Oh, you're goin DOWN." And he pulled me down on the ground with him. The next thing I knew we were wrestling around on the ground, laughing. Then we just kinda stopped, and looked at eachother. I pushed him off me and ran back to the swing. He followed me, and plopped down also. I laid down and put my head on his lap. Then he started to stroke my hair, and i sliped my hand in his. We sat there for a few minutes, just looking at the stars and talking about nothing in particular, just talking. Then we realize everyone was probably looking for us, and we went back inside. Then we find everyone lounging around the living room, watching TV.
"Um....so should we decide where everyone is sleeping?" Nick asked. Comments came from the peanut gallery, saying they already did, and where were we.
"I'm on the couch in the living room," Howie said.
"No, I am!! You're on the loveseat." AJ shot back.
"No, I am!"
"I am!!"
"AJ, we decided I am."
"Well I'm taller, and the couch is longer, so I'm on the couch." Howie, obivously a bit hurt by AJ's comment muttered "Fine," and a few other comments.
"I'm in your bed, remember?" Brain spoke up. I nodded
"And I'm on the cot in your room." Kevin replied.
"We're down in the family room." Mrs. Carter said, and messed Aaron's hair a bit.
"So that leaves Louie's bunkbeds." Nick and I just looked at eachother.
"I got the top!!" he yelled as he ran upstairs. I ran back after him, and we argued as to who got the top bunk. I ended up getting it, since he couldn't guard it while he went to the bus to get his stuff. I was on it when he got back. He whined, but I said nope.
By midnight, everyone was alseep since they had to leave our house by 11am, to be at the venue at noon the next day. I woke back up at about 2, and I was thirsty so I climbed down trying not to wake Nick. I was kinda loud, so I thought I did, but he looked to be still asleep. So I got my drink, came back, and climbed back into bed. I almost screamed when I got back in. I felt someone cover my mouth and say
"Shhhhh, it's only me!" and I turned around and Nick was on my bunk.
"I told you I got the top." he said in a know-it-all voice.
"Get down!!" I whisper yelled.
"And move it all around?" Nick joked.
"Come on! Down!"
"My bunk now, you get down."
"No!"
"Fine. We'll both sleep on top."
"Argh, I'm too tired to argue. Fine, go to sleep.... and why is your arm on me?" I questioned.
"There's nowhere else to put it up here. Too small."
"Then get down!"
"No. Goodnight"
"Fine. Night"
And we went to sleep.
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