10 years later
Brian walked silently through the graveyard, holding some flowers in his hand. He nervously came upon his old friends Josh's grave. He hadn't been here since the funeral; it had taken him ten years to build up the courage to come back.
He found Josh's grave and put the flowers on it.
"Hey, buddy," he said, brushing the tears from his eyes. "It's me, Brian. I know I haven't been here in a long time but I couldn't before. There's not much interesting going on in my life. My heart's fine. I don't know how Ally's is. I haven't seen her since we both left the hospital."
"She's fine," Brian heard a voice say.
He looked up. Standing behind Josh's grave was a girl Brian's age. The same curly brown hair and green eyes.
"Ally?" he asked.
The girl nodded and came over to hug him. Brian felt more tears coming to his eyes. The two of them stood there for a bit, remembering their friend.
"How long have you been coming here?" Brian asked her, breaking the silence.
"I come once or twice a year and I've been coming for a couple of years."
"Really? It took me this long to work up the nerve. Where are you going to school?"
"A special arts school outside of Lexington."
"Special arts? What do you do?"
"I play the violin."
"Cool. I play the guitar and sing. But I just go to a regular school."
"Cool."
"You know what?" he said, looking at his watch. "I have to get going. But how about we meet here every year on this day, OK?"
"That would be nice," said Ally.
Brian nodded and then he walked off. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So every year, Brian would go back to Josh's grave on the same day. But one year, he didn't go back.
It all started in April, actually. On the sixth, he had been in history class. Then, over the PA, he was told to come to the principal's office to receive a phone call. It had been his cousin Kevin. Kevin had moved to Florida earlier in the year but Brian hadn't really heard from him.
"What do ya want, Kev?" Brian asked.
"Hi to you too," said Kevin.
"Sorry. Anyway, what?"
"Well, see, I joined this singing group down here in Florida. And we need another singer. I told the other guys about you and they said I should call you to ask if you would like to join. So do you want to join the Backstreet Boys?"
Brian almost dropped the phone. Kevin was asking him to join a group called the Backstreet Boys. Just like the banner in the movie he had seen when he had blacked out when he was five.
"Brian, you still there?" asked Kevin.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," said Brian, coming out of his trance.
"So do you want to join? I already asked your mom and she said you could come to Florida after you graduate."
"Yes. I'll join."
"Good. The guys are going to be happy. And you'll like 'em. I'll call you tonight to tell ya all about them."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
Brian hung up the phone and walked back to history class in a trance. He couldn't believe what was happening.
So, on June 1, Brian Littrell left Kentucky and flew down to Florida to become the lead singer of the Backstreet Boys.
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