Meeting
You
Disclaimer:
Know them. Own them. They’re all mine. My personal entertainers. Believe me?
Trisha
lay in her room, looking at her ceiling, counting the cracks in it. She was
bored. Really bored. She sighed and sat. There had to be something to do today.
It was a bright summer day and the sky was so blue it made you think you’d
fall in. but all of her friends very either on vacation or didn’t have time
for her because they had to learn or something like that. That’s how she ended
up lying on her bed on such a wonderful day. <<I’ll just go outside and
see what happens.>> she thought, standing up.
“Abby!
Come here!” she shouted, searched for her dog. She heard Abby bark and two
seconds later she was standing next to her.
“Come
on. Let’s go for a walk!” said Trisha, petting the little terrier and
letting her outside.
They
walked down the street to the beach. Abby kept on jumping up and down. That made
Trisha laugh. Suddenly Abby started running towards a man and his two dogs. Abby
ran around them and barked happily. Trisha ran after her.
“Sorry,
Mr. My dog is a little bit stupid I don’t know why she does that.” Said
Trisha, apologizing, but looking on the ground.
“It’s
okay. It’s a cute dog. What’s his name?” asked the man.
“It’s
a she and her name is Abby.” Said Trisha, slowly looking up. When she saw the
man’s face she was shocked for a minute. She knew him. He was a star, but her
mind couldn’t remember where he belonged. What was he doing here?
The
man’s face changed into a shocked expression when he saw Trisha looking at him
with her mouth open. He cleared his throat.
“Uhm…I
guess you recognized me.” He said.
“Uhh…kind
of…I know that you must be someone famous because I remember seeing you on TV
and on some magazines but I don’t know who you are.” Said Trisha, truthfully.
The
man let out a sigh of relief. “So you aren’t a fan?” he asked.
“I
don’t know, I don’t really know who you are, I already told you. What if I
was one? Are you afraid of your fans?!” asked Trisha.
“No…but
I think I’m a little bit paranoid. I feel like I’m being followed around
everywhere I go.” He said, laughing. Trisha joined him.
“I’d
be rather followed around than bored.” She said.
“Huh?
How can you be bored? You’re talking to me!” said the man, grinning.
“Okay…I
admit…I’m not bored anymore but I was before my dog ran over to you and
started being silly.” Laughed Trisha.
“That’s
good. I don’t want be bore people when I’m talking to them. What’s your
name?” asked the man.
“Trisha.
What’s yours…or better…who are you?” asked Trisha.
“You
mean, in the business? I am Nick Carter, baby of the Backstreet Boys.” He said.
Trisha
laughed. “Oh, now I remember! Awww…you where so little when I first saw you
on TV!”
Nick
pouted. Then Trisha added: “Okay…you’re still little!”
“Hey!”
said Nick, pretending to be insulted.
“Oh…poor
boy…” said Trisha, petting his arm. Nick suddenly looked in her eyes and
asked: “How come you’re so open to people? I mean, you know me for about 5
minutes and you already joke around and make fun of me!”
Trisha
couldn’t make out if he was angry with her or not. So she said: “I don’t
know. That’s me. Do I go on your nerves?” she asked.
“No!”
he said, “I’m impressed!”
Raising an eyebrow Trisha
said: “Yeah, right. Want to walk around a little bit?”