The next night, Nick had called Juliette for her to have dinner with him. She rummaged through her closet, trying to find a suitable outfit for the special evening. She came across a pair of white pants with pink flowers, and a matching pink shirt.

As she drove to her house, she wondered about the words he had chosen to use: "I want you to come have dinner with me, Juliette. Don't dress up too much, we're not only going to eat. I have a surprise waiting for you."

She couldn't wait to see what the surprise was. Nick was the sweetest boyfriend she had ever had, and he was bound to have something special. Before she even reached the door, Nick had opened it with a smile spread across his face.

"I've been waiting. Oh, wow, Juliette, you look beautiful," he said, looking her up and down.

"Why thank you, Nickolas," she smiled, walking up the front steps. The door was opened slightly, only his head popping out. She looked at him, puzzled.

"It's a surprise. I'm only going to let you in slowly. Now be patient." He took her hand in his and walked her into the house. It was dark, and the only light was a few candles in the hallway. He walked her into the kitchen, where there were two candles on the table.

"I cook some mean pasta," he smiled, pulling out her chair for her.

"You are such a gentleman. I've never had someone like you, Nick." Juliette looked around. There was a door in the other room, one she had never noticed before.

"Nick, what does that door lead to?" She asked in curiosity.

"It used to be a guest room, but now it's something else. It's a surprise. Now stop asking questions and tell me when to stop." He had a glass in one hand and a bottle of white wine in the other.

"Stop," she said when it was almost to the top. He walked over to the other side of the table where he was going to sit and poured himself some.

"You're only twenty, child. Chill with the wine, all right?"

"I'm a Backstreet Boy, they won't arrest me. Plus, I'm in my own house. Who gives?" Nick continued to pour himself wine until it was almost full. "Ooh, yummy," he commented once he took a sip. Juliette smiled.

"If only you weren't such a dork," she said.

"Right. Now eat so you could see your surprise."

"Isn't this good enough? A candle light dinner�it's perfect right now. I don't need anything else."

"Yeah, but you're going to get something else. All out of my love." They both started eating. Nick was finished quickly, but Juliette ate very slowly.

"I'm a slow eater. Deal with it," she said once she caught him staring.

"Well, hurry up. Now I'm getting impatient," he replied.

"Fine, I'm done. It was very good," she answered, getting up.

"Thanks!" He smiled excitedly. He got up and led her to the room. He turned the light on from the outside.

"Close your eyes," he whispered close to her ear. She closed them, and he opened the door. "Okay, open."

Juliette opened her eyes to find a studio for her to paint in. It was unbelievably large, with canvases and paints�a big window with beautiful curtains.

"Oh my god," she whispered, putting her hands to her lips. Nick smiled in delight.

"You like?"

"I love it Nick. Thank you so much." She turned around and hugged him tightly, closing the moment with a kiss. "Thank you," she whispered.

"I have an important task for you now."

"What is it?"

"I will sit in that chair by that window�and you will stand right there and paint for me," he demanded, pointing to the spots.

"You want me to paint a portrait of you?"

"I want you to draw me again. I want to see your work, since I've never seen it before�" he replied, slowly walking to the chair. She followed him and stood at the canvas. She examined him closely.

"Can you fix your hair or something? It's not quite good for a painting," she said, walking towards him. He laughed lightly.

"Do it yourself." Juliette fixed his hair so it was satisfactory for her.

"Perfect." She walked back to the canvas and took out some paints and a paintbrush. Nick kept his stationary position, but occasionally smiled or moved.

"Are you almost done?" He whined impatiently.

"Well, I have to finish doing the charcoal pencil, then I'll just start painting and you could move. But you can't see it until I'm done, alright?" She smiled a little, observing him some more. "I said stop moving! I swear you can't stop moving for a second."

"I'm uncomfortable like this, Juliette," he replied with a soft voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But I'm almost done. I just have to finish doing your lips�okay. Now you can move."