Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 13:07:41 EST
From: Kenitra Writer <kenitra_canada@hotmail.com>
Subject: boy bands/Millennium Love

Notes: This story is a little different. For each section, you have a
choice to read the story from the view point of one of the two main
characters: the fictional Scott Waters or Brian Littrell. BUT: If you
read the story from both view points you'll get the entire story,
particularly when the characters are not together.

I apologize if I seem to be in a bit of a time warp, but the idea for
the story came to me and it fit the time line (hence the story's name
Millennium Love). The story starts in October 1998 and runs up to the
new millennium. Also, if some events don't coincide with real events,
remember, it's only fiction!

Please let me know what you think of the story and the format for it.

Legalities: This story is fictitious. It is not meant to imply anything
about any of the Backstreet Boys or anyone else. No, I am not Brian
Littrell, or Scott Waters. If you're offended, go away. If you're
curious, keep reading, you might like it ;-)

Please let me know what you think at kenitra_canada@hotmail.com (Please
mention the story title somewhere in your message so I know which of my
stories you like or don't like!)

Thanks for reading.
Kenitra   (P.S. If you haven't read my story Fates Reason  - I'm a
gal!!)

Millennium Love - Brian
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Part 1
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I ran around the corner and darted across the road. I heard the cars
squeal tires as they stopped but I didn't care. All I wanted was to get
away before they ripped me apart. I looked over my shoulder and could
just see the first of the mob rounding the corner. I ducked down beside
a parked car, trying to catch my breath. I knew if they caught me, I
could be in serious trouble.

"I would say you have two choices," a voice suddenly said. I looked up,
startled. The man continued, "You could get in," the door popped open
slightly, "Or you could run."

As far as I was concerned, there wasn't a choice to be made. I crawled
over to the door and hauled it open. I closed it quietly behind me,
trying not to attract attention from the nearby girls. I kept my head
down as I tried to catch my breath. I could feel the car pick up speed
but I remained slouched over, not taking any chances.

"You can sit up now," the man beside me said quietly.

I finally sat up and pulled the baseball cap off my head. It was wet
from sweat, and obviously hadn't helped disguise me much. I quickly ran
my fingers through my damp hair. Then I turned to look at my rescuer.
`Wow, what incredible green eyes.' I thought, but said aloud, "You are
a lifesaver, man." I smiled. "I don't know how to thank you." I held
out my hand and introduced myself. "I'm Brian Littrell."

The man shook my hand, and introduced himself. "Scott Waters. Nice to
meet you Brian."

I could tell that he recognized me, but he didn't mention it, and for
that, I was grateful. I don't even remember what we talked about for
the next few minutes. My thoughts were scattered and I kept thinking
about this man's, Scott's, black curly hair and green eyes. I wondered
if he was gay. Finally I leaned back in the seat and stared out the
window. So rarely did I get to be away from everyone. I wanted to enjoy
a few minutes of quiet. I felt so comfortable with Scott it was
strange.

"Um, Brian?" I heard Scott say.

"Mmm?" I responded groggily not wanting to think just yet.

"Where are you staying? What's the name of your hotel?" he asked,
sounding a little concerned.

I noticed it was getting dark out, and I knew I had somewhere to be,
but for the moment, I didn't care. Someone else was in control. I just
enjoyed watching the city go by for a few more minutes. Finally, I
rolled my head to look at Scott. "Sorry," I said sheepishly and sat up
in the seat. "I was just enjoying a few minutes of absolute peace
without hysterical fans or the other guys around." I told him
truthfully.

He smiled. "No problem. It must be difficult finding some down time for
yourself when you're *married* to four other guys." I glanced at him.
Was that his way of asking if I was gay? I thought about broaching the
subject, but knew I couldn't expose myself to the potential fallout.

Instead I asked, "So where are we headed?"

"Well, I was heading to a grocery store then home before…" he let his
sentence remain unfinished, and grinned at me.

`Nice smile,' I thought, then laughed self-consciously. "I'm sorry
about this. I was out shopping in the Eaton Center and thought I was
keeping a low profile. Then I got careless. I found something I wanted
to buy but didn't have the cash for," I paused. "I pulled out my credit
card and the cashier…"

Scott finished my sentence, "was a teenage girl who went hysterical and
attracted the attention of a few dozen other girls?"

"Exactly." I said with a smile. Then another thought occurred to me and
I lost my smile. I looked at my watch. "Damn," I swore quietly.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"You wouldn't happen to have a cell phone? I'm supposed to meet the
guys for dinner at five and it five to five now. I left my phone in the
hotel room."

Scott smiled and indicated the glove compartment. "My parents insisted
that I have a phone in case of emergencies, I guess this constitutes
one."

I smiled and pulled out the phone. This man was unique, and had a
beautiful smile. I noticed Scott pulled into a variety store as I began
dialing Kevin's cell number. I knew my cousin was going to be angry.
"Hey Kev, its me," I said then held the phone away from my ear.

"Bri, where the hell are you?" Kevin shouted. "Brian?"

"Our mother hen," I said to Scott as I returned the phone to my ear and
began talking to Kevin. Scott got out of the car and went into the
store.

I listened to Kevin bitch me out as I looked around the car. It was
definitely Scott's car. As I turned around, I knocked the CD player and
a disc began playing. I smiled to myself when I heard my own voice
begin to sing. Kevin had finally calmed down.

"Kevin, I'm sorry. I should have called sooner, but things just got out
of hand," I explained.

"Are you okay Brian? What happened," I could hear the genuine concern
in his voice.

"I'll explain later. But I have to tell you about this guy that picked
me up." Before I could say anything else, Kevin interrupted.

"Brian, are you crazy, taking a ride from a stranger?" He was
exasperated. "Brian, wherever you are, call a cab and come to the
restaurant. We'll wait for you. Okay?"

I sighed, I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with Kevin on the
phone. "Okay Kevin. But this guy, Scott, he really helped me out…" I
paused before diving in, "and he's cute and down-to-earth. He didn't
flip when he realized who I was…"

"Brian!"

I decided to give up. "Okay Kevin, I'll be there as soon as I can."

While I'd been talking to Kevin, the CD had continued playing. I
realized almost immediately that it was a compiled CD, obviously
featuring Scott's favorite Backstreet Boys songs. I didn't have much
experience in determining if someone was gay or not, but as far as I
could tell, not many straight guys liked us that much. I smiled to
myself. Maybe there was hope.

I opened the door and joined Scott where he was leaning against the
front of the car. He handed me a bottle of coke. "Thanks," I said
gratefully before taking a few swallows. "Talking to Kevin can really
dry a guy out," I said with a laugh. Scott was watching me, and I
realized I probably looked like hell.

"So what's happening?" Scott asked after another quick swallow of pop.

I told him Kevin's idea. "I'm going to call a cab and head back to the
restaurant. Kev said that they would still be there."

"Brian," Scott said seriously, "I honestly don't mind driving you."
`Thank you god,' I thought. Scott continued, "This isn't the best part
of the city and it could take a while for a cab to get here."

I looked at Scott intently. "Do you do this often? Pick up complete
strangers and drive them all over the city?" I really wanted to know
what type of man he was.

Scott shook his head emphatically. "God no! My parents would kill me if
they knew I picked up a stranger in downtown Toronto. Even where I grew
up in *the sticks* north of here, I never picked up hitchhikers or
anything." he looked directly into my eyes, "But even before I knew who
you were I could see that you were in trouble. What kind of human would
I be if I had left you at the mercy of the mob?" He turned to get back
in the car, "Of course, I could take you back to the girls if you
want?"

That last comment started me shaking. I knew he was only joking but the
memory of almost being caught by fifty screaming girls flashed through
my mind. Scott must have noticed my reaction because he stepped back to
the front of the car. He tentatively reached out to touch my shoulder.
"Hey Brian, Sorry. It was only a joke. I wouldn't wish that scene on
anyone." He said apologetically. I knew he was sincere.

I could feel the unshed tears but managed a weak smile as I looked up
at Scott. "I know. It just got a little scary, that's all." I turned
and opened the passenger door, "so you giving me a ride or what?" I
asked flashing one of my best smiles.

I'd realized that Scott was about six foot one, when I'd looked up at
those incredible green eyes. His black hair made the eyes even
brighter. I was almost positive he was gay, but how could I let him
know I was interested without risking the band and myself. I would have
to try to figure something out, but at least I could spend a little
more time talking to him. Besides, he probably was taken. Don't people
say, `the good ones always are'?

Scott pulled back onto the street heading south. I gave him the address
for the restaurant. He seemed to know where he was going so I just
relaxed and enjoyed the company. We began talking again, about nothing
and about everything. I was amazed how easy it was to talk to him and I
was sure Scott felt the same way. Despite the rush hour traffic we made
it to the restaurant in just over half an hour, arriving at five forty-
five. Scott pulled into the parking lot, and stopped. I didn't want to
say goodbye to him yet.

"Well, its been interesting," Scott said as he turned to me and held
out his hand.

I ignored it and got out, turning to look back inside. "Coming?" I
asked, looking at him, silently begging him to say `yes'.

"Excuse me?"

At least he didn't say no. I closed the door and walked around to the
driver's side. Opening the door, I pulled Scott out. "After saving my
life this afternoon and driving me so far out of your way, the least I
can do is buy you dinner." With that, I grabbed his arm and directed
him towards the restaurant. I held the door open, and as Scott walked
past I whispered, "Besides, I want to prove to Kevin that I was telling
the truth and wasn't picked up by some psychotic stalker." I grinned at
him and we both laughed aloud. This man was so different from anyone
I'd met, who knew who I was. The afternoon had started out so terrible
with the mob, but it had certainly taken a turn for the better.

The inside of the restaurant was small and most of the customers were
middle-aged or older. It only took me a second to spot the guys sitting
in the back corner. They were staring at us and I prayed that Kevin
wouldn't cause a problem. I grabbed Scott's arm enjoying the feel of
his muscles beneath my fingers. We walked through the restaurant to
join my friends.

"Guys, this is Scott Waters," I said as I pushed Scott towards an empty
seat. "Scott, this is Nick, A.J., Kevin and Howie." I introduced them
as they were seated around the table. I immediately saw a look of
concern and suspicion on Kevin's face. I hoped he wouldn't do anything,
but he did.

Kevin looked at me. "Brian, no offence Scott, but how could you bring a
stranger here? He could be a reporter or something!" he said, clearly
concerned.

Scott laughed aloud and we all looked at him. "Me, a reporter? Would
you believe I've really never even been out of Ontario except to Quebec
a couple of times?" I could see that he was upset. I didn't blame him.
Kevin had no right to attack him.

"For your information, I'm from a small town north of Toronto and work
as a Web administrator for an electronics company here in the city." He
was angry now and attacked Kevin. "You know, I used to wonder why
tourists always said Canadians were so polite compared to Americans. I
never really noticed until now." He stood up and walked away. I could
barely breathe. I tried to follow Scott, but the others grabbed me.

"Who the hell do you think you are Kevin?" I spat at him.

TBC

Sorry if this is a little short. Once I get organized, I'll try to send
two parts together. Hope you enjoyed it.
Kenitra
Kenitra_canada@hotmail.com