~Erin’s point of view~
Three months had passed. Harold and Amanda had offered to drive Heather’s jeep back to us, since I’d left it at Brian’s house. So I got to see them for a few days before they flew home. And Heather would hopefully get over the fact that I totally forgot about her jeep and left it stranded hours from home. I’d talked to Brian on the phone every other weekend or so. But even then, usually the conversations were cut short by the band’s busy schedule. Through him I’d talked to the guys a few times as well. Amy and I had sent a few e-mails back and forth. She was spending some time with her family before going back on the road with AJ.
I had just gotten back to my room after a physics class. It had taken awhile to get back into college life, but I had finally adjusted.
I was put into a 2-person dorm this year. I missed sharing a room with Tracy, Jennifer, and Heather. Now I was with some blonde chick, Mollie, with the I.Q. of a chicken who was obsessed with Leonardo Dicaprio. She’d decorated her half of the room with posters of him and a Titanic calendar. And let me tell you, having to stare at the pictures 24-7 can make a person just a bit suicidal!
Not only that, but she had heard of the Backstreet Boys and she hated them. If she doesn’t like them, that’s her opinion. But if I heard her say one more comment about “how ugly and dumb…” (the biggest words in her vocabulary) Brian Littrell is, I was going to have to kill her. She’d never even met him! And what gave her the right to trash by boyfriend?
Sadly, she was sitting on her bed when I opened the door. Chewing a wad of gum, might I add, that was enough to stick two people together. “Hey, like, someone called,” Mollie said bet, between chomps.
“Did you get their name?” I asked.
“It was one the Backseat Boys… umm… Ryan?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s Brian and you know it. Did he leave a message?”
“I’m not your secretary.”
“I didn’t say you were, but what’d he say?”
“Umm…I don’t remember.”
Well if she had the brain the size of a 5 year old, maybe I could treat her like one. “Look, if you tell me what he said, I’ll get Brian to get Leonardo’s autograph for you, okay?”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh! Are you like totally serious?”
I fought the urge to laugh and kept a straight face. “Sure. He's good friends with Leo.”
“Okay, Brian said that he’d call you tonight at like 8 o’clock and so make sure you’re here.”
I was so glad I’d gotten it out of her! How could she be so selfish and not tell me? Luckily I’d found out a way to handle her. And I hadn’t lied. Brian had a friend named Leo that could sign a picture or whatever. I never said anything about Dicaprio specifically.
“Thank-you,” I managed. I dropped my books down and left. I tried to stay away from her as much as possible.
Why couldn’t Jennifer and Tracy work things out? Because I couldn’t handle my psychopathic roommate any longer! And it wasn’t as if Jennifer and Kevin were still seeing each other. They hadn’t spoken in months. But neither had Tracy and Kevin.
Chapter 59
Chapte 61
As Time Goes
Frick's Fairytales