I've Got  A Secret......
Copyright 2002
Author's note~ This story is written in the first person therefore portraying it realistically.  However, as are the rest of my stories, it is fiction.
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Okay, here's the deal.  I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did.  Somewhere, somehow, Nick Carter has been sneaking into my dreams as of late.  You think, that's not weird.  A lot of women dream about Nick Carter.  Yeah, if they like him they do.  My friends would kill me if they knew of my sudden distraction with him.  I mean, I'm supposed to be in love with the latin lover himself Howie D and my dreams consist of having my way with the boy genius.  What's a girl to do?  I mean maybe I subconsciously really do have a thing for him.   I don't know.  What's so great about him after all?  Okay, so he does have some endearing qualities.  Big blue eyes that light up a room when he graces us with that impish  lopsided smile of his or the way he gets all flustered when he knows he's gone and done something incredibly stupid.  Gotta love the guy for that one!  It really is rather charming.  Then there's that soft, golden blond hair you could run your fingers through for hours on end.   Don't even get me started on that deliciously well rounded ass of his.  Damn has baby got back!     So you ask me why the sudden obsession?   Beats me.  If I knew I wouldn't be looking him in the eye right now wondering what in the hell to do next?
"Can I get you something to drink?"He offered.
Numbly I nodded a yes to his offer.
He started rattling off a number of beverages before his voice transferred me back to the real world."You have a preference or do you just want me to choose?"
"Excuse me?"
There went that lopsided grin of his.  Damn when did that become so sexy?
"What do you want to drink?"
"I'm sorry. I'll have whatever you're having."
"Cool,"he said returning to the refrigerator.
"Here.  Catch!"He tossed the canned beverage toward me.  I nearly missed his shot toward the bed.  I held it to let it settle as he approached the bed.  He  piled onto the bed and crossed his legs.   A grown man showing all the maturity of a ten year old in his actions.  He certainly didn't look like a ten year old from where I sat.  Something in his nature just made you wanna mother him.  Perhaps taking him over your knee and punishing him.  Just kidding!  But he was rather adorable.
"So how'd you manage to get through all that mess and near me?"he plainly remarked.
"I was just trying to find my way to my room,"I told him rather matter of factly.
He didn't believe me at first."No way."
"Way,"I returned pointedly and popped the top on my soda.
Somewhat disappointed in my response he inquired,"So you really don't wanna be here?"
"I didn't say that. I just happened to end up here.  I could think of worse places to be,"I smiled with my answer; reassuring him that I wanted to be here but not really sure myself.  Was I crazy?  The dreams I'd been having about this man were haunting me to no end.  Maybe I should stay to pursue and see what happens.
"You know I don't mean to be rude or nothing but you don't quite seem the age group that hangs out at the hotels."
"Because I don't hang out at the hotels."  Big Lie!  Big huge ass lie!   Me and my friends were there searching out Howie when I gave up and found myself mixed up in the throng of girls hoping to catch a glimpse of Nick.
Embarrassed by his statement, he turned a bright shade of red."I didn't mean to say you were old or anything."
"Does it bother you that I am?"
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