Chapter 20
*one month later*
“Mornin’ baby,” said Brian as I opened my eyes.
“Hey sweet thang,” I said. He just laughed and bent down and kissed me.
“What’s on the adjenda today?”
“Us guys gotta interview, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. What time?”
“Like, now.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s 10:00.”
“What! Already? No way.” I looked at the clock. It read ‘10:02.’ “Holy shit,
man. Half the day’s gone.”
“Well, we gotta go now, so see ya babe.”
“See ya. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
*two hours later*
Brian came walking into the room. “Baby, don’t get mad at me please.”
“For what? What did you do now?”
“Well, the chick at the interview asked about the rumor that you were pregnant. I
told her it was true.”
“Good. Now we don’t have to worry about telling everyone.”
“Your ok wit it?”
“Yeah.” Why was he always so worried. “Lighten up man.”
“You know the only way to do that is with you.” He dove onto the bed, kissed
me, and kissed me again. “I don’t know what I’d do with out you.”
“Me either, Brian. Me either.”
“I’m glad you said that, because there’s something I need to ask you.” He got
down on one knee. I knew what was coming, but I think I was in shock once he said it.
“We’ve know each other for a long time now, and we love each other. I would love it if
you would be my wife.”
“That’s not a question,” I said starting to bawl. “But yes, I’ll be your wife.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” We kissed. It was an amazing kiss, like none I had ever felt
before. I knew from that moment that we were meant to be. He was my soul mate, and I
was his. I loved him more than ever. Soon the mood was broken by a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” said Brian. He answered the door.
“Waz up?” asked Nick.
“You always come at bad times don’t you? Do you plan it? It sure seems like it.”
“Huh? What are you talking about? Oh yeah. Hey! Wha’d she say?”
“Well, don’t you think I’d be pretty depressed if she said no?”
“Congrats man! Congrats Sar!”
“Thanks Nick,” I said.
“You guys wanna come go mini-golfin’ wit us? It’ll be great fun!”
“I dunno. What do ya think babe?”
“It’s up to you.”
“I’ll pass, if that’s ok.”
“Fine with me.” I didn’t really wanna go anyway. I just wanted to spend time
with my fieance. That’s weird saying that.
*one week later*
I was flippin’ through the channels on tv when MTV news came on. I always
listen to music news so I stopped ‘er there. There was John Norris on TV saying that
“Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys has recently broken many hearts of teenage girls
everywhere. He and his girlfriend of nearly 2 years are engaged to be married. The lucky
girl is Sara Petersen of the aspiring girl group 1500. And even more heartbreaking rumors
are true, she is also one month pregnant. For more info on Metallica, Korn, and Lauryn
Hill, check out mtv.com.” I couldn’t believe it. Everyone knew already. They knew
about the baby, marrage, and even worse, my mom could have seen it. She’d search for
me knowing that I’m with Brian against her will. I’m not a child, even though I still live at
home. It was so close to school, Meg and I both decided to stay at home rather than to
pay for expensive dorms. I mean I’m 23 frickin’ years old! Same with Meg. I thought to
myself, ‘Screw my mom. I don’t give a fuck what she says anymore.’ But then I realized,
today was my mom’s birthday. ‘Shit, I’d better call her. She’s probably got her phone
tapped or something.’ I picked up the receiver and dialed. It rang once, it rang again.
Finally she picked up. “Hello?” she said.
“Hi.” I was wondering if she even knew it was me.
“Sara! Where the hell have you been damn it? I’ve been so worried! Where the
fuck are you? Why’d you leave me damn it? Why’d you leave?” I was hoping she’d be
glad to know I’m ok. Guess I thought wrong.
“I called to say Happy Birthday, mother. I thought you be glad to hear my voice,
but since you not, I’ve got better thing to do. I’m going now.”
“Don’t hang up yet! Where are you? But first who are you with? Mrs. Clark said
something about you being with those damn Backstreet Boys! I know that can’t be
because I strictly forbided it!”
“Which Mrs. Clark?”
“Lola, why?”
“Just curious.”
“Well, are you?”
“Goodbye, mother. I’m where I belong now. I’m with the love of my life. I just
hope you don’t wanna see your grandchildren.”
“What?!?!? Your pregnant you little leg spreading, guy banging, little slut! Why I
oughta....” I cut her off.
“Goodbye mother.” I hung up. ‘Bitch,’ I thought. Brian walked out of the
bathroom. “Did I hear something about us on TV?”
“Yeah, everybody knows now.”
“Oh well. Who was that on the phone?”
“My PMSing mother.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh, I see. Did you tell her?”
“I told her enough.”
“What’d she think?”
“To quote her, ‘you little leg spreading, guy banging, little slut!’”
“Oh. I see she took it quite well.”
“You can say that again.”
“Oh. I see she took it quite well.”
“Your stupid.”
“I know. Just like you.”
“I know.” I smiled, he laughed. “I think I’ll get my self a Pepsi.”
“We’re out. I’ll get some more for ya.”
“No thanks. I think I can manage to get my own pop. I need to get out of this
room before I’m a fatty.”
“You already are.” I glared at him. I knew he was joking, but I wanted him to
feel sorry for that. “Joking! Physc down dude.”
“You physc down dude. Don’t go there girlfriend.”
“What in the hell?”
“Live with it. Can I have your keys?”
“Yeah. They’re over there.”
“Thanks hon. Be back in a flash.” I opened the door.
“Wait!” He walked over to me. “You can’t leave without a kiss! What were you
thinking?”
“I don’t know. How could I even have thought of that?” He leaned over and
kissed me.
Kevin walked by. “Get a room,” he said.
“Already have,” said Brian.
“Go there. Go there now.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Gotta go get some food.”
“Sure, just an excuse to get a good-bye kiss.”
“Never thought of that.” We just continued. Kevin smiled and walked on. “See
ya later,” I said.
“See ya. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I left, went down the elevator, and into the lobby. Somehow
some Backstreet fanatics had found the right hotel and were staking out a claim of
furnature. Some of them recognized me, unfortunately. They started calling me a slut,
whore, bitch, and an ass for stealing their man. Sorry kids, I love him. You can’t have
him. “Can’t you feel the love in the room?” I said to myself, exiting the lobby. I found my
way to Brian’s car and hopped in. I got my Pepsi, and headed out of the convience store
parking lot. Waiting at a red light, ‘I’ll Never Break Your Heart’ came on the radio. I
had to turn it up. I was hoping me and Bri could have that for our wedding song. That or
Areosmith’s “Don’t wanna Miss A Thing.” I had been thinking a lot about the wedding
lately. Brian could care less about the wedding, he was interested in the honeymoon. I
wonder why? Ha HA HA! It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. The light
turned green and I started on my way. All of a sudden, I looked out the window and saw
a car. I can saw it in slow motion. The car wasn’t going to stop. I froze in my place, car
still going across the street. All of a sudden, I heard this sound of twisted metal. I tried to
reach for the door handle, but I saw all the blood, and I couldn’t make my fingers work.
Why did this have to be happening? Why now? I heard sirens coming. Before I saw
anyone though, I saw nothing.
The End - Or is it?
'Tell Me That I'm Dreaming' - by broks_baby69 - the sequel to 'The Room Down The Hall'
