Chapter 5

 

“Uncle AJ!” I went over and hugged him. Out of all the Backstreets, he was my fave.

 

“Man, you’re really grown up. Boys should be drooling over you.” He said evilly.

 

“Not very much.” I said and hugged his wife Katherine standing next to him.

 

“Honey, i can’t believe, you grew up so quickly.” She said.

 

“Hey Nymph, how are you little darling?” I said in a sing-song voice and squated down to be at the same height with their two year old daughter Nymph.

 

Everybody was there, their managers, bodyguards, everybody. I was tired of smiling to everyone and talking with them. Man, it’s a hard thing.

 

Afterwards, we had finally found time to sit and chat. Damn, they always gave us some work to do, like “Andrea, put those plates onto the table please.” Or “Sky, could you keep an eye on the meals, I don’t want then be burned honey.” Sometimes it sucks to be the eldest in family.

 

“Where are they?” Andrea whispered to me mentioning his brothers’ friends. I shrugged, which couraged her to ask Harry.

 

“Harry, you kept mentioning your friends coming over here but they are nowhere in sight.” She teased. I knew this tactic, she was trying not to draw attention.

 

“They will be here in an hour. I told’em to come late.” He exclaimed.

 

Harry was 14 years old too, Thomas 13 and Mark was 11. Littrell family was all made of blonde hair and blue eyes. In fact Harry and Mark’s were a bit brownish but Thomas and Andrea were exactly like their mom.

 

After another hour of babysitting to little girls, famous friends of Littrell brothers appeared. Thankfully our parents were all on a far corner that they didn’t see our eyes bugging out of their sockets.

 

“Here they are!” said Thomas and they went over them and did their ‘manly’ hug. We sat there, watched them coming towards us. Actually i was a bit shocked, those guys didn’t look like 14 year olds, “they must be 18 at least.” I would say, if i saw them outside but they were Harry’s friends, just one of them was 17 but i couldn’t estimate which one.

 

“Keep it cool okay, keep it cool.” Andrea demanded but she was fidgeting. I held her arm “Sit still.”

 

“How’s my hair?” she asked worriedly.

 

“Perfect.”

 

They approached us, as Mark introduced them one by one, and we exchanged hands. I couldn’t help but stare the guy whom kept checking me out. He was hot.

 

“And this is Chris, Chris this is Skylar. You guys are same age...Sky...Sky...Skylar!!”

 

“Huh?” i said baffled. I was busy checking him out so i barely heard what Mark said. As soon as our hands touched each other, a thrill went through my spine. Chris smiled coyly and I managed to flash one.

 

“Sky’s in love, Sky’s in love.” I heard Tim’s voice in my ear.

 

“Tim!” I said quietly and punched him from his arm.

 

“Okay i shut up.” He said and leaned against the couch.

 

Actually, with short black hair and hazel eyes, Chris was totally my type. Wow, i hadn’t thought that I could find someone so easily after Zackary.

 

As we kept on talkin, Thomas suggested hanging out later together, they all agreed. It was an incredible day, now it was more incredible than ever as me and Chris talked more to get to know each other better. At the perfect time of our conversation, I heard my name being called by my ‘loving’ dad. Duh! Did parents have to adjust the perfect time? I rolled my eyes,  excused myself and went over to him where he was chillin’ with his bros and their wives.

 

“Honey could you go to my office and take my binder?”

 

“Which one?”

 

“I think it’s on the top of the sheets on my desk.”

 

“Okay. And by the way, i’m going out tonight with the guys.” I said pointing out my new friends.

 

He looked at them over me. “With those freaks?”

 

“Dad, they’re Littrell brothers’ buds.”

 

“Hey Rok, you should definetely keep an eye on your sons’ friends.” Said he which caused Uncle Brian glance his sons and smirk back at him. I giggled and went to his office. I found the binder my dad wanted and grabbed it. A piece of paper dropped onto the floor. Normally, i didn’t have a habit to read notes not belonged to me, but this time this voice inside me told me to read. I popped down on my dad’s leather chair and slowly opened it.

 

As I read the words, my eyes got wider and wider. When i finished the last sentence, paper slipped from my shaky fingers and rested on my lap. I gazed it, trying my best not to cry. What i read in this small paper was this:

 

My Nick,

 

I know you’re shocked by now. I was too, when i first learned it but i was also happy to have your child. We should’ve been more careful that night but we couldn’t. And now we can’t turn back time. I wouldn’t want to leave her like that but i have no other choice.

 

I’m just fifteen years old, i can’t raise a child. You’re young too but at least you have enough money to raise a child in high standards.

 

It’s a girl, I didn’t give a name. I’m sure you’ll find the name that would suit to our little love. Look, she has your eyes.

 

Don’t give her to an orphanage, please. Don’t try to find me, either. Please, I beg you. She’ll have a much better life with you and your future wife.

 

I love you.

  

Me