Nick�s view
I couldn�t take it anymore! I was sick and tired of it all. All the hype, the paparazzi, the screaming fans, but the kicker was the loneliness. Sure I had the guys and my family (or should I say what is left of my family) and the fans they were the reason I am where I am but honestly! Sure I�m in a high profile relationship with the Paris Hilton, but am I happy? To be quite honest, no I am not happy with anything in my life. �Hi, my name is Nick Carter and I am an unhappyolic.� Is unhappyolic even a word? So, all in all my life sucks the end. Fortunately for you and when I say you I mean you the one who is reading this story at this very moment this is where my story begins. The guys and I had been on tour for a couple of weeks and we were on our way to the mile high city usually referred to as Colorado. To say I was thrilled in the least bit would be lying. I was in a particularly foul mood that day and the guys avoided me like I was a plague. Sure I put on a happy face for the fans and cameras but that was all an act. I knew it, and the guys knew it. As soon as we were safely inside the hotel, I locked myself in the room for as long as possible. We had a scheduled interview later that night that I was dreading. I passed the time by lying around attempting to sleep. When sleep didn�t come I put on some music and watched the minutes tick by. Before I knew it, Kev began pounding on the door insisting I hurry and get ready for the interview. I showered and threw some clothes on. Surprisingly, we arrived at the studio on time all thanks to Kevin. Once again, horrids of our adoring fans had turned up both outside the hotel and the studio. The interview lasted about an hour or so. Basically the dj touched on how we thought the tour was going, what fans could expect from the concert yada yada� After words we headed back to the hotel, parted ways, and got some shut-eye. I don�t know how long I lay there waiting to fall asleep but the next thing I knew it was morning and that meant we had a long day in front of us. Two interviews and a photo shoot later we had some free time. AJ dragged me along on his little shopping excursion; I swear to god he was worse than any women I knew! The entire time I had been bored out of my mind so I decided that we should split up and meet for lunch in two hours. After giving me the third degree about my mood he finally left and I was alone. I just wondered around aimlessly for the longest time. The mall had a nice enough atmosphere and no one had recognized me yet, so that was a good sign. I guess I spoke to soon. A couple of girls who obviously knew who I was were trying to muster up the courage to come up to me. There were two of them and they weren�t bad looking. The brunette showed absolutely no interest in me whatsoever but the blonde kept giving quick little glances in my direction. Her friend who was obviously fed up with her threw her hands up in frustration and left. She stood there dumb founded for a while and then headed my way. I actually found the whole situation rather amusing.
Sam�s view
I had gone to the mall with Cassie as an attempt on her part to cheer me up. I had recently lost my grandma to cancer; she and I were really close. We�d been walking around for the past two hours or so. I was yet to buy something. I wasn�t paying much attention to my surroundings and was totally zoning. As luck would have it, something more like someone snapped me out of it and his name was Nick Carter. I recognized him immediately. I informed Cassie who wasn�t really a fan. I kept stealing glances over in his direction. I gave myself a little pep talk. Come on Sam, just go on over there and get it over with. I was of course referring to asking for an autograph. Cassie who had been fed up with me all day threw her hands up and left me there. I bit my lower lip (one of my many bad habits) and made my way over there. He just stood there it was almost as if he had expected it. I didn�t think I was being that obvious. I was digging in my purse searching for a pen I had almost given up hope when eureka. I�d found a pen all was good in the world again. I cleared my throat and as cool and controlled as possible, I asked for an autograph. He responded with a �sure� and asked for my name. I could tell right off the bat that something was bothering him. He was smiling sort of but it was obviously forced. He looked real sad as if he had just lost his best friend or something. I told him to make it out to Sam and being the person that I was I asked him if something was the matter. He raised his eyebrows and seemed truly shocked. I guess he assumed that none of us (the fans) would notice. I told him that I had an intuition for these sorts of things and not to worry most fans wouldn�t probably notice. He mumbled something like �thanks� and that was that or so I thought. I thanked him for the auto and started to walk off. Then out of nowhere I here this soft �wait�! I turned back around and headed back towards him. As I got closer I began to realize something. I never thought I�d see the day that a Backstreet Boy cries right in front of me nonetheless. He really looked like he could use a hug, so I wrapped my arms around him and gave him the biggest hug I could muster. I know it sounds kind of far fetched but it�s the truth I tell you. After letting go, he sort of blushed and apologized. I told him it was cool. I asked him if he was here alone and he admitted that AJ was wondering around here somewhere. I asked him if he wanted to talk about whatever it was that was bothering him but he flat our refused. I just shrugged my shoulders as if I didn�t care either way and that was that. He was quite fun to be around though! We ended up hanging out for a long time. We even met up with AJ for lunch. I could be mistaken but I think AJ sort of liked me. He kept flirting with me. I knew he was known as the flirt but still it was real flattering. I ended up exchanging numbers with Nick and he even invited me to their show. �What makes you think I don�t already have tickets to your guys� show?� He merely shrugged his shoulders and said either way his offer was still open. I told him I would think about it and get back to him.
Nick�s view
Today�s trip to the mall turned out to be more than I bargained for. The blonde one really got to me. Dammit I always fall for them blondes. I guess it is sort of ironic because I am always saying I like brunettes and I always end up dating blondes. The thing that got me was she told it like it was and didn�t put up with any other crap. She respected my private personal feelings and yet knew how to put me on the spot at the same time. I ended up spending several hours just talking with her. The fact that I was a famous pop star was irrelevant. I ended up giving her my cell phone number and offering her tickets to the show. No matter what I did I couldn�t stop thinking about her. It is not as if she were perfect or something, in fact she was probably far from perfect. So what was it about her that made her so attractive? She was as I mentioned earlier blonde. She was pretty tall, had light blue eyes, a nice smile, and one hell of a sense of humor. I could go on but I am sure you get the drift� I had been in a daze ever since we got back and the guys were trying to figure out my sudden change of moods. The show was mere hours away and she still hadn�t called. I was about to lose all hope when the rather obnoxious ring from my cell phone came on. I didn�t want to seem desperate so I waited till the third ring before answering. �Hello,� I answered. �May I speak to Nick please?� �This is Nick I mean this is he� I managed to get out. She just laughed and told me that she didn�t have tickets to the show and was wondering if I could hook her up in those exact words, well not exactly those exact words but close enough. I told her I would call her back with the details and was about to hang up when all of a sudden I remembered something. Wait a sec what is your phone number? She told me to look on my phone and it should be there. Sure enough it was. I hung up and called up management. Hours later I was able to manage it and called her back with the specifics. We then headed to sound check and I tried to contain my excitement as much as humanly possible. The deal was she would give security her name they�d give her the tickets and she would come backstage after the show was over. I kept pestering the guards asking them if she had gotten them yet and where her seat was. The show went well as can be expected and I had even had a few moments of true happiness. I guess Sam just had that effect on me. The guys seemed to take advantage of my good mood I couldn�t really blame them though. Shortly after the show was over after we had met some fans backstage I finally spotted her. She sort of stood off to the side claiming she didn�t want to be in the way. I insisted that she wasn�t in the way and asked if she wanted to come with us to the club that very night. She sort of skirted the issue and was skeptical because of the fact that she would just be a third wheel. Finally I was able to convince her otherwise and we were off.
Sam�s view
After my departure with Nick, I went in search of my friend Cassie. I found her wondering around aimlessly, she looked bored out of her mind. We then proceeded to leave and I told her what happened. I apologized to her for being a downer and promised to make it up to her. I still couldn�t believe Nick had given me his number. I wanted to call him and yet I didn�t. I didn�t want to seem desperate but I just could not help myself. It was not the fact that he was rich or famous, to me he was just Nick, no less no more. I was bound and determined to get to the bottom as to what was bothering the boy. I tried to keep myself busy but it was no use. Finally I called him up and basically asked for tickets to his show. He promised to get back to me with the details and hung up. I decided to assume it would go through and began the process of picking out the �perfect outfit.� I choose something sensible while still being so to speak risqu�. A skirt that came just below the knees with a slit up the side and shirt that showed just enough skin to entice even more. My hair and make-up were simple enough. I wasn�t exactly a knock out but it�d have to do. As promised he called back with the details. I was to meet up with security, give my name, and they would escort me backstage. I was sort of nervous about the whole thing. When I arrived there were already hundreds of fans milling around all over the place. I tried not to look at their faces as I walked by, but I couldn�t help myself. The moment I did it, I regretted it. They were evil jealous stares. Once inside I felt a little more secure, calm, and collected. Security took me to my seat, which was up towards the front but just far enough away to look like I had actually bought the ticket. The show was amazing and was it my imagination or did Nick actually look truly genuinely happy!! After words I waited until most of the crowd had moved out and headed backstage. I sort of stood off to the side; I didn�t want to be in the way after all. Nick finally wondered over and when I told him why I was off by myself he insisted I wasn�t in the way and wanted me to come to the club with the guys and him. I thought about it for a while and finally agreed.
Nick�s view
After several minutes of persuasion we were on our way. Sam kept real quiet and took a while to warm up to the other guys. I tried to lighten the mood with a bit of humorous antics however unsuccessful they may have been at the time. Once at the club, Sam loosened up a bit and got to know the rest of the guys better. She even went as far as to dance with AJ, and I must admit that girl can sure dance. Hell, I even danced with her and I must admit it felt good to have her in my arms unfortunately Paris picked that moment to barge in and cause a scene. Sam took it surprisingly well. She headed back to the table where the rest of the guys were. Paris started hanging all over me and acting like everything was hunky dory. I wasn�t prepared to break things off just yet. First of all you don�t just dump Paris Hilton. Our relationship, if you even want to call it that was that of publicity. Behind closed doors things weren�t how they were portrayed on TV. She could be controlling at times but mainly it was the fact that neither of us was happy. She knew it and I knew but neither of us was willing to talk about it. That night I just basically told her that I wanted to be alone and after several minutes of persuasion I got her off my back and I headed back over to where the guys were. They asked me if things were okay, I told them that things were fine and I couldn�t help but notice that Sam and AJ were all over each other. I guess you could say I was jealous. Try as I might I couldn�t push those feelings away. There was nothing I could really do about the whole situation. Well as it turns out there was something I could do and I went as far as to do it. After Paris left, I apologized for her behavior and all was good. That is when the drinking started. Sam didn�t seem the drinking type but nonetheless she drank and I drank and it was Kevin who drove us back to my place. The scariest part about that night was the fact that I remember in detail mind you each and every detail of what happened. The shocking part is that I don�t regret it. We had both been wasted and lets just say we laid it all out on the table, literally. I woke up with a killer headache and naked. All the events of last night came back in blur of images. I gently shock Sam awake, explained the situation and told her that I didn�t regret a thing. She seemed a bit disoriented and rattled but she took the news surprisingly well. I basically told her that I would like to continue seeing her and if she was busy that night. At first she was a bit hesitant but in the end�
Sam�s view
I awoke in the same bed as Nick Carter and I was naked. Holy shit what happened last night? Duh Sam what do you think happened, it is obvious isn�t? Nick didn�t seem all that disturbed in fact he looked, well almost happy. I couldn�t believe it, one day I am an obsessive fan and the next� He asked me out, he liked me he actually liked me! I was sort of hesitant due to the fact that he had a girlfriend among other things. In the end he won me over with his little puppy dog look. He told me he was going to break up with her as of today. I had so many emotions running through me that day. I decided to head on home and get ready for tonight. It took me several hours of scrutinizing over outfits to find the perfect outfit. He told me that he was going to take me out to dinner and after that who knows? I settled on this beautiful shimmer blue dress that accentuated my curves. I decided to come over earlier than we had originally planned on and boy was I in for a surprise. It took me about a half-an-hour to drive over and I should have known something was up but refused to see it. I knocked on the door and after three knocks or so, someone opened the door, and that someone happened to be Paris. She was half naked and that took the cake. I smiled real sweet, asked if Nick was around, she said that he was and if I wanted her to go and get him. I told her that would be great. About a minute or so later Nick was at the door and he looked guilty. I wasn�t one to cause scenes but it went as far as security throwing me out. I was very upset and couldn�t believe I had been so na�ve. Lo and behold Nick came chasing after me and tried to explain. He rambled on for about twenty minutes I wouldn�t hear it. I left and figured I would never hear from him again.
*Two months later*
After what happened with Nick I swore off guys and got my priorities straight. I was in college now and busy as ever. Every once in a while I would think about him and the guys called me to keep me updated on things. According to them, Nick had dumped Paris, which I knew for a fact because it was all over the news and Internet. That particular day had been real drizzly and cold. I was cooped up in my dorm room cramming for finals when all of a sudden the phone rang. �Hello,� I answered. �Hi, Sam it is me Nick now before you say anything or hang up on me, hear me out.� �You�ve got five minutes.� � I know no matter how many times or ways I say sorry it doesn�t make what I did to you okay. These past two months have been hell. I miss you and as crazy as it sounds it is the truth. All I am asking for is another chance, I know I don�t deserve it but I thought I�d at least give it a shot. You made me a better person, you have made a bigger impact on my life than you could know. So what do you say?� I just sat there clutching the phone for what seemed like forever until I finally spoke. �Just promise me one thing Nick.� �Anything, you name it!� � Anything?� �Yes anything.� �Never go to Paris ever again!� At that we both cracked up laughing and as they say in the history books �the rest was history.�