"I love you, too, Jessi-Jess," Hayley said with a sigh, going up to her room and putting the picture up on the wall with poster putty.
"I know you do," Jessica replied from the couch of the living room.
"I knew you were here, ya nuisance," Hayley called, plastering a smile on her face for her sister's sake.
"You love me," Jessica sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day..." Hayley trailed off, walking away from her sister into the kitchen.
"She was there and I lost her, Nick," Brian answered. "I lost her again."
"You lost who again?" Nick asked.
"Hayley!" Brian said, exasperated, pulling a Polaroid picture of her out of his album. "Last time I saw her until today."
"She was hot," Nick observed.
"She was mine," Brian replied, snatching the picture from Nick.
Nick shrugged. "What happened?" He asked, grabbing the picture back.
"I left to be a Backstreet Boy and she moved suddenly that night, just kinda disappeared," Brian said.
"Did you get to say goodbye?" Nick asked.
"I wrote her a letter 'cause I had to go straight home," Brian sighed.
"Oh," The younger man nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
"So am I. Never been more sorry about anything in the world," Brian said.
"What would you do differently if you could do that day over again?" Nick asked, leaning back.
"I would go explain everything to her and I'd have told her I love her and at least good-bye and stuff," Brian said.
"Would you have chosen her over Backstreet if you had been able to see the outcome of both?" Nick was almost afraid of the answer.
"I'd have both," Brian answered. "I want both. I need both. I'm gonna have both."