"Ali, I don't believe it. You're a dream come true," Stan told her over the phone.

"So, do I have a job? Do I get a column?" she asked excited.

"Well, kind of. Have you heard of Nick Carter?"

"The Backstreet Boy? What does he have to do with the Atlanta Constitution?"

"Have you seen what his girlfriend looks like?"

"Who's his girlfriend?" she asked confused.

"Samantha Ryder. I swear she's you're twin."

"Well, she is, but she doesn't know about me. I was adopted, so was she, and I snuck into the files and found out about her."

"Okay... good, well, supposedly, the boys have a month off in a week and Samantha is going camping in Houston Woods in Ohio. So I was thinking..."

"Mr. Sullivan, do you want me to break in?"

"Its not breaking in if you pretend your his girlfriend. And its only for as long as you need to get a story on him."

"How do I get in?"

"We have his number, so after she's gone you'll call from the mall saying that camping isn't your thing and have him pick you up. We have a spy to help you out, with clothes and things like that."

"And what if he finds out?"

"Don't let it happen. Expenses are paid for. Will you do it?"

"I guess so. Will I be on the staff if this works?"

"You get me a good story and I'll make you editor of the Atlanta Constitution," he offered.

"Great."

"Nicky, look at these shoes," Samantha gasped when she saw a beautiful pair of Gucci shoes.

"Honey, you already got a pair today," Nick reminded her.

"Yeah, but that was with the money my parents gave me. And you know, I'll be gone when its my birthday," she whined.

"Do you really need another pair?"

"Do you love me?" she batted her eyelashes.

"Okay, you can get them, I'll buy them for you," he smiled as he watched her face light up.

"You are such a sweetie. I love you."

"I love you too." Samantha turned to look at a mirror.

"Oh Nick!" she whined looking at her hair in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" he asked putting an arm around her waist.

"My hair, its so gross. Would you mind if I got it dyed?"

"What color?"

"Hmm...red. I wanna dye my hair red," she giggled and headed towards the salon.

"Red? What kind of red? Orange-red, or red-red?"

"No...not red. Black with red streaks!"

"Sammy, I love your blonde hair, why change it?"

"Its just an experiment," she smiled at him innocently.

"Well, if its only an experiment, I guess I'll pay."

"You're too kind," she kissed him quickly on the cheek.

<the.day.before.samantha.leaves>

"Ali, you have to go dye your hair," Stan told her over the phone, "Samantha dyed her hair black with some red chunks in it."

"Okay, other than that, are we still all go?"

"Yep, oh, but maybe you could practice putting on makeup like hers. You know, real dark eyes, just try to copy the picture I'm faxing over."

"Will do," she stared at the picture of her twin coming out of the machine.

"Oh, Ali, there's something we've not yet discussed about this."

"What is it?"

"Remember, your going to be his girlfriend. If he tried to kiss you, don't pull away. And don't act shy towards him."

"I understand. I've already thought about that."

"And whatever you do, don't get attached to him. You're going under cover and can't be caught," he warned her.

"I understand."

"Bye Sammy. I'm going to miss you so much. If you get lonely, come home right away. The house will be so empty without you there."

"Yeah, I bet. Seeya," she walked away without looking back and got in her parents car.

"I'll miss you!" Nick called to her. Samantha waved slightly and the car drove off.

<4.hours.later>

"Hello?" Nick answered his home phone perky.

"Hey Nick!" Ali said nervously, trying her best to sound like Samantha.

"Sam? Is that you sweetie?" he asked excited.

"Yes, its me. Nick, can you pick me up at the mall? Camping just wasn't working out," she asked in a whiny tone.

"Of course. I'll be in disguise, so you know how I'll look."

"Um, yeah, okay. I'm by Express."

"It'll be five minutes, bye hun."

"Bye." Ali quickly dialed Stan.

"Ali? You in?"

"I will be in five minutes. He doesn't suspect a thing."

"Great, call me again tonight."

"I will, bye," she hung up and sat on a bench. Ali sighed in relief, for Nick couldn't tell she wasn't Sam through her voice at least.

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