Prologue
“I can’t find it anywhere!” Brian yelled from his room to
downstairs to Lieghanne.
“You better hurry or give up! You have that interview in
less then an hour.” Lieghanne replied. “What is it you’re looking for?”
“A number that’s written on a sheet of paper. It’s for
Howie.”
“Oh, okay. Just hurry!”
“I’m trying!” Brian hollered exasperated. He fumbled
through his cluttered drawer, still couldn’t find it. But he knew it was there.
As he continued to look, a corner of a piece of paper caught his eyes. “I found
you! Wait! What is this?”
It an old picture he hadn’t seen in years.
***
“Brian! No! Stop! That’s cold!” Anne screamed as another
huge amount of water soaked her.
“Is it really that cold?” Brian teased as he wrapped her is
his arms.
“Yes,” She whined snuggling against him for the warmth.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay. Just don’t do it again.” She smiled, then
shoved Brian with all her might. He landed, sprawled out in the lake shallows.
“That’s what you get mister. You better learn to never mess with me!” Anna
laughed.
“Really now?” Brian smiled as he ran after Anna’s
retreating figure. Quickly he caught her and held he tight. She struggled with
all her strength to escape. Brian turned her to face him. “Anna! Calm down!”
“Why?” Anna demanded. Brian just kissed her once and she
soon quieted down. “What was that for?”
“Did you not like it?”
“Well, yeah..but..”she started then Brian kissed her again.
***
“Those where the days.” Brian muttered to himself as he
came back from the past. “The before Backstreet days as a normal high schooler.
Boy, do things change.”
“Brian, lets go!” Lieghanne yelled as she cam into Brian’s
room. Brian shoved the picture into his drawer, as far as he could get it.
Hopefully Liegh hadn’t noticed. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Brian sighed. He grabbed Lieghanne’s hand as they
started towards the front door.
Though time is gone
And night have passes
I haven’t forgotten what we had
I never will and hope,
the same for you.
I may have miles between us,
And be separate in body
But never in heart.
Many sleepless nights.
***
