Staring at the headline Nick sighed. It had been three days and they were still reporting on his escepade. He had even made national news. And all because he was now Nick Carter, supposed bad boy. Why was it whenever someone from Nsync or from The Backstreet boys was supposedly seen drunk the media, the fans. Would act like it was the start of a downfall. He didn't ask to be a role model. Yes to a certain extent he did have a obligation to try and act responsibly but he also had a right to live his life as he saw fit. Three days, and half the world had come out of the woodwork to claim their two seconds of fame. One girl claimed to have been their and said he had been crying. Then their was the infamous girl who claimed he was showing off his junk. And of course he couldn't forget the girl who had claimed he was rather large.

"Wouldn't she like too know" Nick thought smiling.

Of course it hadn't ended with all the people who claimed to have been there. Or not even with all the people who claimed to know someone of someone who worked for him. No, their were the fans. The biggest critics of all. It didn't matter what media thought or believed. It was what the fans thought that counted and he knew exactly what they thought. He was doing way too much partying, they said. He needed to get away from his friends. They were a bad influence on him. He needed help. He had gone off the deep end. What did they know. His friends, his love for Howie. They were the only thing that kept him sane.