"I can't believe I am actually calling Nick Carter's cell number... Oh my God... Remember, stay calm... Breath in... Breath out..." Leigh said to herself.
Okay, how did she get THE Nick Carter's cell number? Long story. The sister of a friend of a friend of Leigh's sister, had gotten the number off of someone who worked for the Backstreet Boys. The guy was out at a club one night when the guys were in town, and he had "a bit too much to drink". He and the "sister" were talking, and he ended up giving it to her. She didn't want it, so she gave it to her sister, who was "in love" with Nick. She was too scared to call, so she gave the number to Leigh's sister's friend. She ended up being too scared, so she gave it to Leigh's sister. Leigh, being the big snoop that she is, was looking through her sisters room one day, and came across it.Figuaring her sister wouldn't notice, she took it from her. To this day, her sister hasn't asked a thing...
Now, after months of planning, Leigh was ready to call. She had planned out everything she'd say. She knew if Nick answerd, he'd probably hang up on her, but she had to talk to him, just to hear his voice and see if it's REALLY his number. Leigh actually didn't like Nick. She thought he was gay. She just wanted to talk to a BSB. She thought it'd be cool.
"Oh my God... Okay, remember what you were going to say..." Leigh said in her head.
CLICK. Someone picked up.
"Hello. Carter and Such cell phone..." Someone said in a goofy french accent.
Leigh froze. She was sure that it was Nick who picked up. It sounded just like him. Leigh didn't know what to say. She forgot her plan. She decided to improvise, and keep her cool, which she did well...
"Uh, hi. Can I please speack to Eric?"
"Come on, don't play dumb with me. Just hand the phone to Eric. Thank you."
"I'm sorry, but I don't think there is any Eric here."
"Eric Stretch isn't there?"
"Eric Stretch? Do you mean the guy from that boy band No Authority?"
"Um yeah, could I speak to him?" Leigh was beginning to lose her cool. She couldn't believe who she was talking to.
"Well, I'm sorry. He isn't here. You must have the wrong number."
"Oh, I'm sorry... I guess I'll go now..."
"Yes?" Leigh couldn't stop shaking. Why wouldn' t he just let her hang up?
"You like boy bands?"
"Ever hear of a group called the Backstreet Boys?"
"Yeah, who hasn't?"
"Well, guess what?"
"You're talking to one."
"Ha ha. Funny one."
"Like I'm really sopose to believe that..."
"Here, listen. I don't know, what he does to make you cry. But I'll be there to make you smile. I don't have, a fancy car. To get to you, I'd walk a thousand miles..." He had sung a bit of the song to her. She was swept away, but she didn't let him know.
"Nice try. You need to work on your impersonations a bit buddy..."
"What?!? I don't believe you..."
"And I don't believe you! Are you really a Backstreet Boy or do you just say that to get the girls after you?"
"Very funny... So... Still want to talk to Eric?"
"Yeah, but he still isn't there right?"
"Right... So are you and Eric, you know, together?"
"Um... Not exactly... We're just, uh..." He had pinned her down. She didn't have an answer for that one. "We just talk on the phone a lot."
"Uh, sure... So you still don't believe me?"
"Nope. If you really want to prove to me that you are a Backstreet Boy, I'm guessing that Nick guy, um... Say one of his or your quotes. One that would, I don't know... Just say a qoute."
"Uh... Gimme a sec... Hmm... Well, uh..."
"I thought so... So Eric really isn't there, hun?"
"Nope. Do you believe me now?"
"Nope. But you're cute to keep trying to convince me." Ugh, she couldn't believe she just called Nick cute... Something has to be wrong with her.
"Lemme prove it to you."
"How you gonna do that?"
"Gimme your e-mail. I'll send you a message."
"How am I sopose to know it's really from "the" Nick, that I am "soposedly" talking to?"
"You'll know it's me... I'll send you a picture, hold on a sec..." All Leigh could hear was a faint click, and then Nick returned. "You'll know right away it's me. So what's your address?"
"Ugh... It's Leigh_ES@hotmail.com. Is that it?"
"I'm glad you like it. Well, I'll wait for your e-mail then..."
"Wait, what's your name?"
"Hmm... Well, I guess I'll send you a message, with a picture, kay?"
"Yeah, I'll be waiting..."
"Oh, and I'll tell Eric you say hi."
"Hun? You know Eric?"
"Yeah... Me and the guys are going to be doing a Show, and they are going to be there. I'll tell him you say hi, and to call you, kay?"
"Uh, um... K-kay..."
"So this is good bye?"
"Yep. Maybe I'll call you again one day..."
"Maybe you should..."
"Maybe I will. Bye."
Leigh hung up the phone, and was in shock. She had just talked to the guy she thought was the biggest moron in the world, and she couldn't help but smile.
A few days later, Leigh was on her computer, and she checked her e-mails. One of them had the subject title "Me...". Leigh almost knew right away it was from Nick. She checked it, and in it, was a little message from Nick, with two pictures. One of Nick with his phone extended to the camera, showing her phone number on his cell. The other picture was of Nick and Eric, together, waving at the camera.
Leigh was left in shock. "Wow... Maybe I will call the little moron back one day... Maybe..."
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