(My POV)

I woke up the next morning with the morning sunrise peeking through the crack in between the curtains. I looked over at Kathy and laughed. She was out cold, snoring and with drool hanging out of her mouth. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you. I looked at the clock and immediately jumped up. We needed to be out of the hotel by 7 am and it was already 6:30. I hate being late for anything. I hurried up and took a shower, seeing how Kathy is little miss priss and put on my travel clothes.

"Kathy," I whispered. "Kathy wake up. It's 6:45 and we need to be out of here by 7. "

"Let me sleep, Hills. Damn girl! We don't need to leave that early. We both have the day off."

"Kathy, we have to go. I have things to do when I get back home," I said urging her to wake up.

"Fine, I'm up. You are an anal chick aren't you," she said angrily. She gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom. I heard her grumbling calling me an anal bitch al lthe while she ran her bath water. I laughed. Kathy was a cranky one when she is just getting up.

There was a knock on the door.

'I didn't order room service,' I thought as I answered it.

"A rose for a Ms. King," the bell boy said.

"A rose? For me? Thanks, I think," I said. I tipped him and closed the door. I looked at the rose. It was white, my favorite. A note was attached. I opened it and read it, my knees nearly buckling beneath me. I held onto a nearby chair as I read it.

"Oh god," I said as reread the note.

"Oh God what," asked Kathy coming from the bathroom. "Who sent you a rose, girl?"

"Krystal did," I said.

"She did? I thought you said you weren't gonna see her anymore."

"That's what I thought too, but she wants me to call her. Should I?"

Kathy gave me this thoughtful look. "Hills, how do you feel about her?"

"I don't know. All I know is that when I left her, I felt empty."

"Then call her." That was all Kathy said to me.

I looked at the rose and smiled. She actually thought enough about me to find me. The rose she picked was my favorite rose, but I never told her about that. She read me somehow and it touched me. 'Maybe I should call her,' I thought to myself.

"Come on Kathy, we have to go now. It's a five hour drive and I want to get home by 1pm."

"Yeah yeah yeah. You are a slave driver, you know that?"

"Yeah I know. And you love me for. Now lets get out of here."

We checked out of the hotel and mae our way across the desert back to Phoenix. All the while I thought about Krystal, her eyes, the taste of her lips, to the calming sound of her voice. I sat the rose on the dashboard so I could glance at it while I drove Kathy and I home.

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(Krystal's POV)

I finally found her and sent her a rose. A white rose. I love white roses. The are so pure. Pure as real love. That is what it reminded me of. Pure Love. I don't know why I thought of that. I wasn't in love with her. I was fascinated by her, true, but not in love. She was intriguing. Somehow I was drawn to her. I ignored the elevatioon of my heart rate as I talked to her the night before. I dismissed it as adrenaline misplaced from the concert.

I sent her a note with the rose. It had my phone number on it. I hoped she would call as soon as she called but as I looked at my watch I noticed it was 6 pm. She should have been home by then. I'm on my way back to LA to do some promo work and she had not called yet. I started to get worried that maybe I jumped the gun. 'Damn," I thought to myself. Then my phone rang.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi, umm, Krystal," asked the voice.

"Yeah, speaking. Who is calling?"

"This is Hills."

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(My POV)

I called her. I actually picked up the phone and dialed ehr number. My hands were shaking so much that the phone rattled. She sounded happy to hear from me. We talked for about an hour. Just about stupid things. She had to go though, and I had to get ready for work in the morning so we said our goodbyes. There were no mentioning of the brief kiss we shared. I think she wanted to avoid that topic. I did too. I didn't mean to kiss her but I felt compelled to.

That's how it all started. We called each other every other day. Talked about how life was treating us. How her tour was going. How my life in Phoenix was retarded. It was good. It started to get like a routine and soon I was anticipating her calls each week. I wanted to hear her voice, her laugh, her sighs. After her calls, it was all I could do but to go nuts with desire. She was like a drug to me. I was addicted. As the months went on, I found myself thinking of her constantly, and wanting to see her instead of hearing her voice. I wondered if she felt the same way when one day out of the blue she called me.

"Hey Hills."

"Hey cherie. What's up?"

"Well, we are going to be in LA and I was wondering if you would want to come out here and chill with me for the weekend. I haven't seen you since San Diego and I miss you."

"I miss you too. This weekend?"

"Yeah. This weekend. Please say you will come and stay with me. I really do miss you terribly."

How could I say no. Her voice was calling out to me. I had to admit I missed her too. Hell, I would pay thousands of dollars jsut to see her eyes again. And since we had become so close during the past months I was anxious to see her.

"Sure. Let me get some things together and I'll call you with the details."

"Ok. Call me. I have to go now. Bye."

"Bye."

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(Krystal's POV)

These past few months have been wonderful.. The tour was going great and I had someone I trusted and cared about besides Mook. Hills had come to mean so much to me. She ignited things inside me I never knew existed. She was a good listener when I called to complain. Her voice was soothing. I can't right out explain it but every time we talked I felt myself feeling an emotion that I didn't know I could feel.

I got the courage to ask her finally to come see me in L.A. I really did miss her. And secretly I wanted her. I desired her feverishly. I had been having dreams about her, about us. Dreams that made me sweat at night and unbelievably arroused. How did she do this to me? One day I was fine then the minute I meet her, I'm in a sexual haze. It was weird. Mook saw it too.

"You invited her didn't you," he said to me.

"Yeah, I did. Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem. What are you two gonna do while she is in town?"

"I don't know yet. We will talk about it when she gets here. Mook, are you ok with this?"

"Yeah. I wasn't at first but I can tell you really like her, so I'm keeping my mouth shut. Besides, I want to meet this women who has captured your heart."

"Captured my heart? I don't think so, Mook. We are just friends."

"Yeah. And I'm a Backstreet Boy. Girl, you obviously got it bad for her. You walk around with this silly smirk on your face, not to mention all the songs that she has inspired you to write. Just admit it. You are falling in love."

I looked at Mook then. Was I really falling for her. Was this a romance that I wanted? I shook my head. NO! I might want her but I sure as hell not falling for her. We barely knew each other save for the converstions we had. Besides, a long distance romance is so hard to keep alive.

"Mook, you are seeing things. I am not falling for her and that is final."

"Ok, luv, keep convincing yourself that. I and the rest of the crew nkow differently. Ciao!" Mook left me stanidn in the middle of my hotel room wondering if I was really falling for this woman. It scared the shit out of me when I came to the conclusion that I was.

On to Part 5