"I was graced with his voice today, he surprised us and showed up at our hotel. His smile made my heart soar and his touch turned my skin to fire. He wants to talk to me tonight and I am afraid. He senses that I pull away every time he is near. How do I give him an answer when I am not even sure myself why I do it. I long to tell him that I want his arms around me, his soft, strong hands cupping my face, his eyes searching mine and his lips breathing his love into my mouth. I know that one look at his face, and one smell of the sweet pleasant smell that travels from his body into my nose, like the smell of cotton candy, that I will clam up and at the most, mutter words that will haunt my dreams at night. Why can't I be 5 again, when showing someone that you cared about them was throwing sand at them during recess or picking them first in Duck Duck Goose? Why must we spill all our feelings out to the people we crave?
Yours till we find true love
~~**~~
"Oh my Howie's hard on loving Lord! I cannot believe that we are in the front row!" Kim Ann grabbed Skylar's arm and squeezed.
"We are so close that if Nick pops a chubby we might get knocked out," Crissy laughed. The girls had been late and thankfully missed the opening acts.
"Umm, Kim Ann I wouldn't bend over, your girls might run free," Sarah laughed.
"Good, I knew I wore this top for a reason. My pointer sisters are hoping that Howie frees Willy and they will all surf the white wave, if you know what I mean," Kim Ann giggled.
"Girl you are tooo much," Sklyar said as she settled into her seat waiting for the boys to come out on stage. The lights dimmed and the music started. The girls all held hands and in a move that brought them back to junior high school Days, sqealed at the top of their lungs.
"Now that we got that out of our systems, lets show the guys what true hootchies act like" Kim Ann said, straightning her top.
~~**~~
The show was winding down and the boys were in there final set of songs. They were joking around on stage and singing Get Down, when AJ started his rap he looked at the girls,
”Flip, smack me all around If you want to get with me all the HOOTCHIES SAY OH YEAH!!!"
"What the fuck did he just say?" Kim Ann screamed.
"I think he just mentioned us," Crissy yelled back.
AJ winked at them and continued on with his song. As the boys left the stage Kevin looked down at Skylar and smiled.
"OOOH Girl, you are so going to get lucky tonight," Crissy pinched Skylar's arm.
"If the tour bus is rocking, don't come a knocking!"
"My Lord, girls how old are we again?" Skylar said in mock protest.
They waited backstage for the guys to leave and as Sklyar searched the crowd she felt the arms that she had prayed would surrond her.
"Hey you," Kevin whispered.
Skylar turned and smiled softly, "Great show." She took Kevin's outstretched hand and the two walked towards Skylar's rental car.
"You two have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Kim Ann screamed.
"Well then that leaves us open to try anything," Skylar muttered under her breath, smiling.
"I HEARD THAT!" Kim Ann screeched back,
The two drove in awkward silence until they reached the hotel. They parked the car and went in the backway to avoid the groups of fans milling around outside. They took the elev ator to the pent house and Kevin's hand touched Skylar's as she struggled with the door.
"Can I help you with that?" he said softly. He opened the door and placed his jacket on the back of the chair. "Skylar, I am going to go back to my room and change into some comfortable clothes, I will back in a few moments" Kevin smiled and walked out the door.
Skylar walked into the bedroom and tied up her hair into a loose knot, she slipped out of the pants and shirt that she had been wearing and slipped into her brother's old college sweatshirt and a pair of comfortable, torn jeans. She started the tea pot and put her Brian McKnight cd into the stereo. She sat down on the couch and waited. She had dozed off when she heard the knock at the door.
"It's open" and she smiled when Kevin walked in wearing a Kentucky sweatshirt and worn jeans."We look like the Bobsey Twins," they laughed.
"I must say Kevin that although the designer clothes suit you, you are better suited being the good old farm boy, you are much more adorable that way" Sklyar laughed as she made room for Kevin on the couch.
They made small talk about the show and while Skylar was in the kitchen pouring the tea, Kevin asked her a question. "So Skylar, have you emailed your other hootchies and told them about the show yet, I mean I am sure they are all anxiously awaiting word on whether or not our label will have to change our name from Backstreet Boys to Backstreet Men',“ Kevin teased.
"Actually I haven't, but they can wait, I will do it in the morning" Skylar replied as she handed Kevin a mug.
"I think you should do it now."
"Umm, all right" Skylar brought her laptop over to the couch and logged in.
Kevin's breath started to be more rapid as he saw her scroll down to the message. He looked over her shoulder and read the computer screen, "Hmm Paging Dr Lonely Heart.....that is a strange screen name."
"It's an inside joke...." Skylar saw the subject line and stopped. To be read in the presence of HIM; she clicked read
”Skylar,
It feels so incredible to be able to write your name instead of a nick name. It feels good to say the name that has always been on the tip of my tongue. I know you are with the man and that you are feeling nervous. Trust me when I say that he is more nervous than you. HE has been keeping a secret for months and he is about to present the truth to you. HE fell in love with you the first day you walked into the office in Orlando. His heart soared when you walked into the benefit wearing the red dress, he can clearly remember the look of elegance when you walked into the room. He has replayed that moment in his head every night since. He agonized when you didn't call for two weeks and he stayed awake nights wondering what he would do if you found another man. Your letters have been printed off and put in a journal that he reads every night. He can recite every beautiful word that you have written to him. Your face appears in every flower that he sees and the wind carries your voice to him with every gust. As you read this he is longing to brush the curl that is always in your eye, away from your beautiful face, he longs to take you in his arms and hold you for eternity. He wants to engulf your lips with his and drink your sweetness. He is praying that you will turn to him and smile through the tears that are now filling your beautiful brown eyes. He is waiting for your answer with baited breath.
Yours,
Paging Dr Lonely Heart.”
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