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Whenever You Call Chapter 4 Kevin had decided that Mariah needed a few days to sort through everything. He needed the time as much as she did to think about their relationship and where it was going. They ceased being strangers after their third conversation. They had almost completely bypassed the acquaintance stage and were now friends. He felt like he could tell her anything and not be judged. Soon, he wanted to her the truth about himself - that he not only worked with the BSB but that he was a Backstreet Boy. Not to mention that with each conversation, he felt an increasing need to actually meet her face-to-face. Mariah had felt miserable for cutting off Kevin like she had. She wanted so badly to apologize but she had no way of contacting him. He always called her. She could only pray and hope that their relationship wasn't over. Just when Mariah had nearly lost all faith and resigned herself that Kevin was forever out of her life, the phone rang on Sunday night. "Riah?" "Kevin." She didn't wait for his answer. "Oh, Kev, I'm so sorry." "No, I am. I shouldn't have just sprung that on you like that - not without a plan to keep in contact. "Listen, I'm going to give you my email address. Hopefully, I can convince you to surrender yours and I promise to call still. Besides we still have some time before I leave." "You've been thinking about this?" "Hey, I really enjoy talking to you. I don't want to lose our friendship." "Me either," she said secretly beaming then changed the subject. "How are preparations going?" "Pretty good. The show is coming together. At the beginning, it is such a jumbled mess trying to figure out what songs are going in and how they will be presented. With all of the choreography, lighting, sound, special effects, I have to wonder even now. But I'm kind of a perfectionist. I guess it is my job to worry." "One of these days, I'll have to see your group in concert. I have to tell you that all the girls in my classes talk about is the new album coming out. You should tell the Boys how much they are distracting my students," she teased. Kevin chuckled. "I'll do that. Maybe I can talk them into moving up the release date for the sake of a teacher's sanity?" "You know, I've never really heard the music either. Maybe I should borrow one of the albums from my students?" He began to get nervous. What if she discovered his secret before she could tell her properly? Maybe he should give up now. Damn, just when I had it all figured out. But I have to wait a little longer... Then a reoccurring thought, Why didn't I listen to Brian? "Actually, there is a school dance I'm chaperoning on Friday. I bet I'll hear something then." "School dance, eh? I used to hate the chaperones." "Oh, we're you a ladies' man?" she teased. "I bet you got caught making out in the janitor's closet more than once." "Uh, yeah, but not until high school. I wasn't that far advanced," he said trying to sound serious and cover up his embarrassment at the same time. "What about you?" Mariah thought back to her almost non-existent social life. "Not exactly," her voice answered, small and quiet. Shit, I didn't mean to hit a sore spot. "Riah?" "Sorry, Kev. It's just I was kind of a wallflower but not in the way most people think. I was active in choir and drama groups, church. There weren't a lot of opportunities for a one-on-one sort of date." That's why I am so pathetic with men now, she added to herself. "Well those guys obviously missed something good," he said then thought back to some of his relationships. "You know, you saved yourself a lot of heartache anyway." Kevin then decided to switch the topic. "Do you have a piece of paper handy? I'll give you my vitals." She sighed. "Hold on....okay, go ahead." "Okay, my email is [email protected]." "Interesting..." Kevin tried to explain. "One of my nicknames is Train and I was born in Kentucky in 1971." "Cute. Okay, ready for mine?" "Shoot." "[email protected]." "Calliope? Wasn't she..." "One of the muses in Greek Mythology. Epic Poetry." "And you must of been born in 1973." "Ding, ding, ding. Tell the gentleman what he's won." "Alright...now we have the ability to keep in touch. Goodnight, milady Calliope." "Night, Train." She smiled as she heard him start to sing the old standby "Night Train to Memphis" while she hung up the phone.Next: Chapter 5 |