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        "It all started when we got into Germany. We were having the normal amount of fun and all, but it was exhausting. I was over tired all the time, always wanting sleep, and the only person I ever talked to besides Kevin and Nick was you. Nick knew how I was feeling, that I needed to get away from it all,
just for a few days, to clear my head. Kevin was oblivious, though he was feeling much the same way, the thought never entered his head to just pick up and leave. Well, the touring grew more and more stressful, I started getting sick from it, until finally I said that I couldn't do it anymore. I sent you that survey for a reason, so I could get the information that I needed to find you here. I knew what town you lived in, where you worked, knew everything about you except for what you looked like, and I even had your phone number in case something happened. I told Nick what I was going to do and swore him to secrecy, holding a bag of Butterfingers over his head, refusing to give them to him unless he agreed. He finally did and he got his Butterfingers and I booked a flight from Germany to Newark, a nonstop flight. The only problem was, I had to hurry because the tropical storm/hurricane was coming and if I didn't leave before it hit, I'd never get to you. So, I packed my stuff, left during the night when everyone was sleeping and Jeff
and Mike had the security guards take a break from patrolling the halls, and took a cab to the airport. I got in Newark on the last flight allowed to land, the weather was horrible and there was major turbulence the entire flight. I rented a car, got a map and some directions, then started for here. I got into a town called Neptune City and my car quit, although there was plenty of gas in it. I was on route thirty-five and pulled into a small parking lot in front of an old Freedman's bakery. I walked to the Foodtown in hopes of directions and instead decided to use the pay phone and call you. The rest, as they say, is history," Brian finished, looking back up at Sarah. His features seemed to wince. "You aren't mad at me, are you?"
        Sarah took a long sip of her hot chocolate and stared at Brian for a long time. "No," she finally said. "I'm not mad, I'm just a little upset that you had to go through all of that to just get out of something that normally gives you such a thrill."
        Brian smirked. "Well, roller coasters give a lot of people a thrill, but you don't see them on them every second, do you?"
        Sarah shook her head and played with the ring on her finger. "No, you don't," she said. She finished her hot chocolate and got up to put her mug in the sink. "So what are you going to do now?" She asked.
        "Well, I'm gonna take off the time I desperately need, sleep as much as possible, do what I want, when I want, and not be bothered every few seconds for a picture or an autograph. Don't get me wrong, I like all the attention, anything to make other people happy, but sometimes, it's too much for me. I just need to be alone sometimes."
        Sarah nodded. "Believe it or not, I understand," she said, rinsing the cup and putting it in the drain to dry after washing it.
        Brian nodded and suddenly yawned, big time.
        "Ok, Cave Man Joe, let's get you into bed," Sarah said, smiling at him. She walked into the living room and to the first door on the left. "This is my sister's room, you can use it for now, she won't be home for a while," she said, opening the door. She walked to the bed and tossed the magazines and letters onto the floor in the laundry basket and pulled back the covers as Brian came in.
        "If I'd known you were coming, I would've cleaned up, but I didn't, so you'll have to deal with my rotten hospitality," she said, looking at his shocked face.
        "No, your hospitality is excellent, I'm just surprised at how much stuff is in here, I can't fit all this in my room and its three times the size of this!" He exclaimed.
        "And it's a pig sty the entire time, isn't it? Don't make a mess of this room, I can't return it to exactly the way my sister has it, that would take forever," Sarah said as she walked to the door. She gave Brian a hug and gestured him to the bed. "Go to sleep, I'll see you in the morning," she said.
        Brian nodded and waved, yawning again. Sarah closed the door behind him and went to her computer to check her mail quickly. She read through the newsletters, wrote back to her friends, and then checked the auctions on EBay. She logged off and turned off her computer, then went into her room and picked up her book. She fell asleep reading it, only getting through about a page. Back     Next