"Thank you for coming to the New York Museum of Natural History. We are just waiting for a few more to join our group before we start." Laying her hand on her chest, the tour guide addressed the people before her. "My name is Jacquie and I'll be your guide today." She stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding a two-way radio. She was tall with bright blonde hair done up neatly in a bun, two chopsticks holding it in place. Adjusting the nametag on her jacket lapel, her green eyes scanned the lobby.

"Jaqs, you are cleared for departure." The female voice competed with static over the radio.

"Thanks, Amy." Jacquie smiled and turned her attention to the group. "Once again, thank you for coming out today. Let's begin."

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"I knew that photo shoot was a bad idea," Howie Dorough muttered as he tried to keep up with his friends.

"In here!" Kevin Richardson exclaimed as all five Backstreet Boys plus Nick Carter's little brother, Aaron, ran from a mob of screaming girls.

"It's a museum!" Nick yelled staring up at the enormous building.

"Brilliant deduction, genius. It's either this or those fanatical teenyboppers." AJ screeched to a halt just before Nick blew by him, flinging open the doors to the museum.

"Wise choice, my friend," Brian commented, following Nick inside.

The other three boys followed suit and paid the entrance fee. The group of girls tried to follow, but couldn't produce the necessary cash to get past the ticket booth. Noticing a tour starting, the boys quickly joined the group before the fans could come any farther.

Hanging around the back, they noticed that the group consisted mostly of elderly people. Brian nudged Nick and pointed to a sign that read "Welcome Seniors!" and the pair stifled a laugh.

"Nick, this is boring!" Aaron whined.

"I know, AC," Nick said, looking down at his little brother. "Hopefully those girls will get as bored as we are and leave. Just hold on a little while longer." He gave Aaron a tap on his shoulder.

"Nick, come here." Brian motioned him forward.

"You can hold on, can't you, Airboy?" Aaron reluctantly nodded at his brother. Nick smiled and moved up next to Brian.

The little boy walked along with the group for a bit longer. He stopped as the tour was about to enter the Cro-Magnon exhibit. "This sucks," he grumbled, running off toward the rainforest exhibits.

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"Come on, Kiki. Over here!" exclaimed a small girl with light brown hair. She tugged on the shirt of a woman with short chocolate colored hair. The older girl adjusted the black baby doll t-shirt she wore.

"Hold on, Miranda." The woman muttered glancing at the young girl beside her in jeans and a green tank top. "I'm reading this sign about alligators," Kiki, otherwise known as Nikki, said distractedly.

Miranda sighed and crossed her arms over her chest in frustration. She waited while her Aunt Kiki read the sign. Her attention wandering, Miranda caught sight of a young blonde boy about her age jog by. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head as she recognized him. "Kiki, Kiki!" Miranda frantically yanked on Nikki's shirt.

"What?" Nikki turned to the girl, pulling her now wrinkled shirt from Miranda's surprisingly strong grip.

"Aaron Carter!" she squealed, pointing to the blonde boy near the end of the room.

"Huh?"

"Aaron Carter," she gushed, staring at the boy. "You know, the guy I'm going to marry? That's him!"

"Are you sure it's him, Miranda?" Nikki asked skeptically.

Rolling her eyes, Miranda stated, "Duh, Kiki. I think I'd know Aaron." Watching the boy enter the next exhibit, Miranda grabbed Nikki's hand. "Come on, let's follow him!"