-*-Marissa-*-
"Oh My God Brian How could this have happened?" I said looking at the situation in front of me. Obviously someone had recognized he was a Backstreet Boy and it wasn't the usual screaming ten year old.
"I . . .I . . . don't understand? We're in the middle of nowhere. How could this happen?" Brian said in a trance looking in front of us.
We stayed in the car unsure of what to do. The two people outside of the car didn't notice the car through the snow. Without thinking I leaned over Brian and turned on the brights for the headlights.
It worked. The people noticed our car and dashed back to their car. We dashed out of Brian's Beamer immediately to make sure no one was hurt.
-*-Nick-*-
"Oh My God," I said out loud looking at the windshield which was smashed to pieces. "BJ?" I asked. She was crying curled up in a ball. We had hidden in the back seat until they were gone.
"BJ oh my god I'm so sorry. This is horrible," If you want we can try to get a flight home tonight?" I said.
"Nick?" I heard a voice ask which was not BJ's.
I turned around to see none other then Brian dashing toward my car. Marissa wasn't far behind.
I opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle. Marissa immediately ran up to me and hugged me. "Nick oh my god are you all right?" she asked, I could hear the fear in her voice.
"Yeah, I think so. But I'm not sure about BJ," I said trying to stay calm. I knew that if BJ saw me afraid that it wouldn't help matters.
"BJ? Are you ok?" Marissa asked BJ who seemed really shaken up over the whole thing.
BJ didn't say anything but just hugged Marissa for comfort.
-*-Brian-*-
I stood by Nick and just smiled at Marissa who was doing a wonderful job of comforting BJ.
"She's going to make a great mom one day," Nick smiled at me. He was right.
"You guys, I think you should just gather your stuff up and put it in the car. We don't want to take any chances of them coming back," Marissa said escorting BJ over to my car.
Nick and I gathered all the luggage and headed over to my car.
"I would be happy, just to hold the hands I love, on this winter's night with you . . ."