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"What?" Brianna questioned, staring at the five guys that were standing infront of them, behind a long table, signing random things girls would give them, smiling, saying a few words. She studied the blone infront of her. Now that she thought of it, he did resemble Nick Carter.. but what would they be doing in a simple town like Franklin, signing autographs for screaming girls at what was supposed to be a bank? None of the jig-saw pieces fit into the puzzle.
"Hey," a voice said, the owner clearly a male. Brianna looked up, it was the wild looking one.
"Hi," she said. "Isn't this supposed to be a bank?"
"That's downstairs. They close in," he paused to glance at his watch, "ten minutes."
"Shit, ten minutes?" Brianna mumbled, then looked at him. "You guys are the Backstreet Boys, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he said, leaving it at that.
"Which one are you? Tattoo Spice?"
He looked offended, then smiled when he saw she was picking on him. "AJ."
"Oh, all right. Well, hello AJ. Nice chatting with you, I think I'll go fetch my friend," Brianna glanced around, then pointed to her blonde friend, who was hugging Nick. "And then go to the bank," she finished.
"Wait up," AJ said, picked up a piece of paper, scrawled something on it, then handed it to Brianna. "See ya."
"Oooh, a date?" Brianna teased.
"Nah, just if you get lost on your way down."
Brianna snorted, "Yeah right. See ya later, AJ."
"Hey, wait!" he called. She turned and looked at him impatiently. "What's your name?"
"Brianna!" she called before running out the doors.
Chapter 3
