"There she is," The first man, wearing red basketball shorts and a white wifebeater, pointed.
"She's beautiful," The second man's breath caught in his throat as he watched the tall, angelic-looking girl cross the busy Orlando street.
"She's tough," His friend and fellow Backstreet Boys, Brian Littrell, replied.
"What do you mean, tough?" Nick asked suspiciously.
"No one has ever succeeded in even dating her," Brian turned to face is younger best friend. "She's like ice. I'm glad I've got Leigh!" Brian was speaking of his fiance, Leigh Anne Wallace.
"I'm glad you've got Leigh, too," Nick said. For awhile there, Brian was starting to get depressed, as no girl would put up with his hectic tour schedule. That is, until he met Leigh Anne. But now, something was going crazy again with the two of them.
"I'm going to try," Nick ran a hand through his eye-length blonde hair and nervously licked his lips. "And win."
"You're setting yourself up for heartbreak," Brian said with a sad smile. "Don't say I didn't tell you."
"I won't say you didn't tell me," Nick said. "I'll be telling you, I told you so." Nick walked up to the girl.
"No, you'll be telling me that I told you so," Brian murmured to his friend's back.
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Guys suck, Angel thought to herself. Don't trust them, don't trust them, don't trust them! She coached herself. That was her daily mantra to keep her guard up against guys.
Angel knew how guys were. She had vowed early on in her life not to go near one unless she had a muzzle and a leash handy.
"Excuse me," She heard a male voice say softly from behind her.
This is how they always start out. Polite, until you tell them your name. Then it's, yeah, baby, you must be one or something dumb like that, She thought. Angel turned, ready to face another fat, annoying, ugly man.
Angel's breath caught in her throat. This could quite possibly be the world's most perfect man, She thought, before she could stop herself. Only in looks! She corrected herself.
What she saw was 6 feet and one inch of tan muscles with gentle baby blue eyes and blonde, eye length hair falling down into his face, a wide smile covering his face. The body was clad in a white wifebeater and baggy black snap-up track pants.
"Yes?" She asked, trying her hardest to keep her voice frosty.
"My name is Nick Carter, and I was wondering what yours was?" Nick flashed a brighter smile at her and she nearly melted.
"Angel Smith," She said shortly.
"I love that name. That's my little sister's name, too," Nick said thoughtfully.
"My parents thought they'd name me something ironic. Kind of like naming a sumo wrestler Tiny," Angel said, hoping he'd take the hint and figure out she was trying to tell him she was not exactly the nicest person around.
"I still think it's a wonderful name," Nick declared, shifting his weight to his left foot. "So...Would you like to go out Thursday?" Today was Tuesday, Nick figured that would be enough time for her to find something to wear. Girls always worried about things like that.
Give him a chance! An inner voice urged. "Sure, where?" She asked, still trying to use her testy, frosty voice.
"I don't know. I was thinking dinner and a movie was too boring, and a picnic in the park is to typical, so...How about a theme park, then a picnic on the beach?"
"Whatever you want. Look, I gotta go, ok?" Angel turned on her heel and rounded the nearest corner, out of Nick's sight.
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"There. That was easy!" Nick told Brian.
A shell-shocked Brian simply let his mouth hand open as he watched the girl in black leather pants and a bright blue halter top walk away.
"So, what's her name?" Brian finally came to.
"Same as my sisters," Nick replied.
"BJ?"
Nick shook his head.
"Ginger?"
Shook it again.
"Leslie?"
An exasperated sigh.
"ANGEL!"
Brian finally yelled.
The girl turned, glanced at him, and then continued on her way.
"Yup!"
"Angel Carter? Nicky, you may wanna check that out, how many Angel Carter's can there be?"
"No, stupid, Angel Smith!" Nick rolled his eyes.
"So, what were the results of this little chat?" Brian asked slyly.
"We have a date. In two days," Nick said smugly.
"Whatcha gonna do?" Brian said, finally beginning to bounce the basketball in his hands.
"Theme park, then a picnic on the beach," Nick replied, stealing the ball.
"Let's go play ball, Nicky, then later we can get Leigh and Kirsten to pick out an outfit for you."