| Part 3 I�m so very sad today. Today is the Backstreet concert here in Milwaukee� the first one since A.J. got out of rehab. And guess who�s not going. It�s just not fair. I worked my ass off to get the money for the tickets, and then my dad doesn�t get them for me. I would have gotten them myself, except I was at church. I was helping the younger kids with their music from choir. I couldn�t ditch the church for my boys, no matter how much I wanted to. So it�s October 29 and I�m in the middle of lunch when Missy comes up to Kayla and me and says �you guys are my very best friends� and she gave us both friendship necklaces. I was elated. I never knew that I could possibly have friends, much less these members, whom I thought could not get any cooler. Kayla, Missy and I made up things to do once we got to the concert, and how we were going to flip out when we met Nick. Kayla�s seats were better than ours, so we told her that if ANY of the boys came up to her and fell in love with her, to give the rest of the boys our seat numbers and tell them to go up and fall in love with us. Missy always thought that her and Nick would end up together. He was always her favorite, but mine changed continuously. When the concert finally rolled around, I was obsessed with AJ. My walls were covered with him. And the one photo I had where his eyes were actually showing, was in my pocket, going everywhere I did. I absolutely knew that AJ would be mine. That he would see me in the crowd, and I would be the only one. He�d sing to me, make me feel like I was his princess, and then sweep me off my feet and beg me to go on tour with him. Then he would do anything I asked if it meant having me as his bride. Yes, that was what was going to happen. I just knew that it would end that way. Missy thought practically the same thing about Nick and her. And Kayla�s obsession with Brian was just as bad. We made a club, consisting of only three members, and I�ll give you one guess as to who they were. OMG concert night! My dad, who was going with us, told me to start getting ready as son as I got home from school. When he finally did get home, at 5:00, I begged him to leave right then, so we did. We went to pick up Missy, and were going to go to dinner before the concert. Missy and I really wanted McDonalds, (because we thought that our boys would be there) but my dad would not have it. He took us to this really fancy Sicilian restaurant, and guess who we saw there. I was so happy. I mean, they were sitting literally three tables over from us. Just as soon as Missy and I realized who they were, my dad did too, and asked the waitress to move us into a back room so we could have a private dinner. I was pissed. I had never been that mad in my life, and the fact that my dad would do that made me feel so betrayed. And then he sat us down and told us to eat, as if it were nothing. That was just the beginning of what was going to be an awful night. While at the restaurant, my dad flirted endlessly with the waitress, and Missy was being a bitch. She kept on whispering insults about my dad into my ear. Then the waitress, who was distracted by my dad grabbing her ass, dropped soup all over my shirt. She has since apologized, and her name is Jackie... she is now my stepmother. I ran into the bathroom and just let it all out. Jackie came in and sat down on the couch, then pulled me up onto her lap and asked me what was wrong. I told her. She smiled sympathetically, and said that everything would turn out right and that I should go back out there and tell my friend not to be mean to my dad because I didn�t like it. She also told me that I could borrow one of her sweatshirts to put over the soup stain on my shirt. She became a quick favorite of mine, and it wasn�t until recently, when I thought back on this incident that I realized she was only doing it to prove to my dad that she could. It doesn�t matter though. The advice she gave me was wonderful, and I went back out and told Missy to stop being mean to my dad. She said �fine� but didn�t talk to me again until we got back into the car (after going out the back, so my dad could avoid having to deal with us squealing about the boys.) Which we later learned, from Jackie, actually left as soon as we went into the back room. While in the car, Missy sweetly asked my dad if he would turn KISS FM. As soon as it was loud enough so that my dad couldn�t hear what we were saying, Missy turned to me and laughed in my face. She then called me a baby for crying, and she started telling me how stupid I was and that she was only being my friend so that she could go to this concert. I just looked at her and thought that she was just upset about my dad not letting her talk to Nick, but then she said something that I don�t think I will ever forget. She told me that as soon as Nick and her were married that she was going to get him to kick AJ out of the group. So I slapped her. She yelled and my dad pulled off of the interstate, and said that we needed to stop playing like that because someone could get hurt. How could I tell him that I already was? Oh� sorry guys, I need to go. My dad is yelling at me to get off� he�s saying I�m not supposed to be on. I may be gone for a few days, but you know where to find me� bye. I_Lobbles_You has logged out of Backstreet chat 9 there are now 57 members here. A.N. sorry, no chatting from my people here�=). If you like the story so far, could you email me, so that we can have some real chatting going on? Thanks, Calie |