"I wanna be with you...theres nothing more to say..." Isabelle hummed to the music blaring from the speakers on her nightstand. Her roomate, Sam, was sitting across from her.
"You know, we've got class in about 10 minutes, right? Or did you forget"? Isabelle turned towards her.
"Maybe I did! Anyway, I am skipping because my aunt needs my help with a press conference..you coming"?
Sam shook her head. "If I miss one more day of Professor Zingler's class....well let's not think of that".
Isabelle continued getting ready and listening to music. She was deciding to wear her blue tank or the white one. Ahh, college, she thought. Lately she had been taking it easy, because her dad had died in a car accicent about 10 months ago. Everyone knew about it, and she was left alone. Her teacher's didn't mind when she didn't show up for class, and when Isabelle got her report back for mid-term, some teachers had put "ME" as in medical excuse. Sam always tells her, "A guy would do miracles for you". 
But Isabelle didn't have time.

- 2 HOURS LATER -

Isabelle sat down at the press conference, with the questions she had to ask for her aunt in her hand. The Backstreet Boys were to be coming down for some Q&A time, and her Aunt (Aunt "Nana" as she called her ) was sick. Fans were pouring in, and everytime Isabelle turned around, the girls would eye her suspisously because of her young looks and the backstage pass around her neck.
Just then it started, and one by one 5 guys flodded the stage. The screams were estacic, but not as bad as Isabelle. These guys were hot! Turning to the left, she saw a pretty blonde wave to the one with the piercing blue eyes, sitting in the way corner. Next to him, a short Latin looking one was sitting, talking to the guy next to him, with tattoos all over his arms and pink hair. The man sitting next to him, Isabelle knew, was Kevin. Sam was obsessed with him. 
The last one caught her eye.
He was tall with short/semi spkied blonde hair and beautiful eyes. He stared at her for a moment and smiled. She gave a polite smile and suddenly the floor was very interesting. During the whole conference, he kept trying to get Isabelle's eye, but she was too shy, until it was her turn.
"Hi Guys, my name is Isabelle.."
A chorus of "Hi, Isabelle's" came from the 5 hotties.
She smiled. "My question is for Nick.." She looked up and the blonde one (Nick was staring at her)
"Ok..and what's the question"? He answered in a semi-sarcastic tone.
Isabelle rolled her green eyes, catching a glimpse of him, too!
"My question is, is it hard living in Florida when your family lives in California?" She read it right off of the paper.
"Well..It is hard, but it's kind of normal because most of the time I'm never home, and even if we still lived together, I would never see them. It's basically the same. And besides, when I get lonely, planes are always there" He smiled, and turned to the big man standing next to him as the press conference continued. Isabelle was confused because both him and Nick were looking at her.


After the show, everyone was packing up and leaving when the big man talking to Nick came up to her.
"Here you go miss..someone has requested you backstage..if you'll follow me"?
Isabelle followed him, speechless.


Backstage..things were hectic. People running around like crazy..fans..reporters. Isabelle was taken to the back of the whole place, where a door led to a privately marked room.

"Just knock...he's expecting you" The big man said.
Isabelle smiled politely and knocked. The door was swung open, and Nick appeared.

"Go out with me tonight"