Date: Mon, 6 Sep 1999 17:13:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: bsbwriter@altavista.net
Subject: Adam, Zach and BSB, parts 31-33

Legal Note: Please don't read this if you are under the age of 18 years or
the particular age of permission where ever you live.The story below is in
all parts fictional. All portayal of the Backstreet Boys and other persons
mentioned is in no way based on fact. All other characters are completely
fictional. All names, songs, events, and other liscensed material remains
so. Thank you.


Hey guys. Here's the long awaited parts 31, 32 and 33 such as they are. Its
pretty short, and quiet, but I promise, the next part is going to be full
of action. That should be out next week or so. I am just about smothered
with school work.  Thanks to Kevin P. (not R.), mystery guy T, yuli the
humble, Jeff the romantic, Rich the busy scholar, bob the exclamatory, and
the very nice Mr. Motto. My readers are really the only ones that can
motivate me.

Also, to thanks to my informal editor, DLS, (author of Brian&Me) for fixing
everything up.

As always, write me with comments, critiques and compliments. Also: So what
do YOU think the plan is? e-mail me!

the mystery remains EG

p.s. e-mail me if you want a folder of 100+ Kev pics...

Part 31

	I stormed out of the office and found Kevin sitting in the waiting
room. I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the elevator. "What's wrong?"
he asked with a pained tone. I just shook my head, determined to hold back
tears.
	We got to the car. It was only after we were on the road that I let
my tears out. They were fear stricken, brokenhearted, uncontrollable
sobs. I refused to let myself think about all the different levels of this
forced ejection. Instead, I just focused on the pain radiating from
heart. Kevin finally got us to the compound and I ran into Kevin's house
and flopped down onto my bed. "What is it?" Kevin said. I told him all
about the conversation with Sean, and, as I did, he held me.
	When I finished, eyes red, Kevin was enraged and stricken. "What
are you going to do?" he asked.
	"What can I do? I have to leave. Otherwise they'll arrest me."
	"But, that's," he let out a strained, somewhat delirious
chuckle. "That's ridiculous. I just found you. You-you can't leave," Kevin
started to whimper.
	"You think I want to?" I asked, sadly.
	"No, its just-"
	Just then we both heard footsteps. Looking up, I saw AJ. "What's
wrong?" he asked. I told the story again, broken by my sobs. He hugged me
and told me to call Zach. It was a good idea, since it would no doubt
affect him too.
	The phone rang and he wasn't in his hotel room. Kev suggested
calling Nick's. He was there, and so was Zach.
	"Hi," I said, attempting to sound normal.
	"Hey, what's up?"
	"Um," I drew in my breath, loosing it, "It's something
important. Could you come over?"
	"Okay, is everything all right?"
	"Not really, I'll explain it when you get here."
	"Okay." We hung up. In a few moments, Kevin let the knocking Zach
and Nick in and led him to the living room where we had relocated. For the
third time, I told the story of the meeting. Zach didn't react, or perhaps
he did, by not reacting. He sat there, in complete silence, breathing
lightly and eyes wide open. Nick hugged him and he buried his face in
Nick's shoulder.
	"Guys," AJ said. "This is dumb. We can't let Sean and the
management do this to our friends-" he looked at Kevin and Nick, "and your
boyfriends. Don't you think we can do something?"
	"Yeah," Kevin said, getting up, "but lets call Brian and Howie
first so they know what's going on."
	Everyone nodded and AJ called the two. They came after a few
minutes, and the next few hours were a fusion of tears, yells and hugs. In
the end, we had decided what to do. We comforted each other and gathered
ourselves. For now, it was business as usual, and there was a party to get
ready for.

	All of us decided to go shopping-we split up. I went with Zach, (I
wanted what I wore to be a surprise to Kevin), Kevin went with Brian, and
Nick, Howie and AJ headed to a trendy, expensive area an hour away. Nick
gave us his car for the day.
	I like to shop; Zach doesn't. Because of this, we got his shopping
over with first. That way, he could head back to the hotel while I spent
the rest of the day shopping for me. I don't mind shopping alone. Actually,
its better if I do. I have a method in which I pick four or five stores and
survey. Then, I go back to each store and look more thoroughly, try stuff
on.
	We entered the first shop we found on the street, which had a mix
of higher and lower end designers. It was a wash, and Zach managed to look
horrible in everything he put on. Its not that he has a bad body. He's just
more frat boy built than model type.  So, I, of course, did what a good
friend would do-tease him. I even got one of the sales ladies to crack a
smile.
	Leaving that store, we found a Guess across the street. We went
into it at my pleading. Zach was ready to go to the party in a t-shirt and
jeans. Instead, the first outfit we found him was perfect. Since it was a
pool party, we wanted to go casual. The shirt was light blue, with a navy
Hawaiian flower print across the chest. The pants were navy blue, with very
thin strips of light blue going down the sides. We bought him a pair of
plain black sandals at Aldo, and a Jamaican shell necklace at a little
accessory shop.
	I took him back to his hotel and set out for my own shopping
adventure. First I went to a store called Youth Revolution. I specced the
clothing and waved off the goat-eed sales guy. Then I went back to the
Guess, and then a vintage place called Ver Unica. Then I really shopped. I
tried on the final outfit in the Guess dressing room. A sales girl behind
me watched as I modeled for myself in the mirror. I wore a white
sleeve-less t-shirt, (Guess) a red quilted vest, (YR) and a pair of nicely
fitting aged jeans (Guess) rolled up once at the bottom. The shoes, from
Ver Unica, were matte black buckled sandals. The clerk sighed. "You have
really good taste," she smiled into the mirror.
	I turned and said, "Thanks."
	"So, are you gay or famous?"
	"Why do you say that?"
	"Look at that outfit."
	"Um" I said, giving her a mischievous smile, "Maybe both." I said,
pausing, "Maybe neither?"
	She laughed and went to the cash register to ring up a waiting
customer. I bought the jeans and t-shirt and left with my packages. I felt
noticeably better in contrast to this morning. I headed back to the
compound and gathered my stuff up. The boys were still all out, and it was
already five. Part of our plan to avoid my arrest was to move to a room in
Zach's hotel.
	I called a taxi and loaded my luggage. For the first few minutes,
the cabby was very quiet. Then all of a sudden, he said, "I know you from
somewhere."
	I swallowed hard and asked, "Where?"
	"I dunno," he said, glancing at me in the mirror. "Are you famous?"
	"No," I said, with a contrived laugh.
	"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically.
	"Well, you know, as sure as a person can be..." I said, smiling
again.
	"But you look to familiar," the cabby said, pressing on. I
shrugged. "Ever been in Cuba?"
	"No," I said.
	"I'm from Cuba," he grinned, "when I was a little boy, my father,
an American soldier, took my mother and me into the states as soon as he
had saved up enough money for a house. I've lived here since I was
eight. But I go visit my aunts and uncles there a lot. I thought maybe I
recognized you from there..."
	I breathed a sigh of relief. "No, I've never been to Cuba-not many
Americans have.."
	"Yeah I guess you're right.." The cabby was quiet for a while and
then said, "This is going to bother me all night."
	He pulled up to the hotel. "I'm sorry I can't help you," I said,
honestly, and paid him along with a large tip. He helped unload the bags
and put them on the luggage cart. He shook his head smiling, and muttered
to himself. I waved goodbye and went into the lobby.
	I gave the woman at the desk my name and credit card, and she gave
me my key. The bell boy led me up to the room, I tipped him, and closed the
door. The room was quiet. It was going to take some getting used to not
seeing Kevin as much, but it was a sacrifice for later riches. I laid down
on my back, on the bed, and closed my eyes to think.

Part 32
	
	I awoke to the ringing of the hotel phone. I shook myself conscious
and answered it. "Hello?"
	"Hey!" It was Kevin.
	"Hi!" I said, brightening.
	"Where've you been?"
	"Oh-" he was right. "I fell asleep."
	"I was worried about you, when you didn't call."
	"I'm sorry...What time is it?"
	"Ten."
	"Oh! Do you want to go dancing?"
	"Its ten in the morning, Adam."
	"Oh." I said. Its Saturday morning. I had been asleep for a very
long time. "And its Saturday, right?"
	Kevin laughed despite himself. "Yeah, yeah it is. What'd you do,
sleep for, like, sixteen hours straight?"
	"Yeah, I guess," I said sheepishly.
	"Okay, Rip Van Winkle, want to go out for brunch?"
	"Mmm. Rather stay in..."
	"I think we can arrange that."
	"So you comin' over?"
	"Yeah, in a little bit..."
	"Okay, see you then, love..."
	"Bye-ee.." I blushed as I hung up the phone.
	I smelled some stale, rank odor, and I looked about for its
origin. Then I realized it was me. About time for a shower. I scrawled a
little note telling Kev the key was on the top of the molding of the door
and to let himself in. Ducking out, I balanced the key carefully and wedged
the note in the door. I jumped in the shower.
	I let the warm water envelop me. After I had washed my hair, I let
my eyes close half way. I must have fallen asleep again, (who knows why I
was tired), but my eyes flew open when I felt a rush of cool air on my
back.
	"Nice ass," someone said, who then laughed. Please let it be Kevin.
	I spun around, using the curtain as a cover, and saw Kevin smirking
sweetly. "Hey lover!" I said.
	"Heyyy."
	"Why don't you leave for a sec, and I'll be out in a moment, k?"
	"K." he said, giggling.
	When I emerged in a white hotel bathrobe five minutes later, I saw
Kev sitting on the edge of my bed. My heart stopped. "Hi there," he said.
	"Hi," I said and raised my eyebrow seductively. I sat down lightly
next to him on the bed. He leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a few
moments, but he pulled away after biting my lip lightly. "What's wrong?" I
asked.
	"I'm sorry. I'm just too worried about the Sean thing." "Well, me
too, but I'm trying to stay calm about it..." I trailed off.
	"How can I stay calm?" Kevin started to cry. "Its (sob) illegal
(sob) to (sob) be with (sob) the man I (sob) love."
	I wrapped my arms around him. "We have the plan...If it works
out..."
	"And if it doesn't?" he sniffed.
	"It will," I said, looking him in the eyes. "It has to, right?" I
smiled.
	"Yeah, it does."
	"Come on, cheer up. I'm hungry..."
	"You really are hungry?" He looked surprised.
	"Yeah, what'd you think?" I said, coyly.
	"I dunno..." Kev smiled his beautiful smile as I picked up the
phone for room service.
	"What do you want?" I asked.
	"You!" He said, grabbing me at the waist, and biting me lightly on
the earlobe.
	I giggled. "No, really!"
	"Ummm....strawberries, and...rice crispies!"
	"Rice crispies?" I laughed-he was such a little boy sometimes.
	"Yes." he said with the assured expression of a small boy.
	I kissed him on the cheek and dialed room service. I ordered Kev's
rice crsipies and strawberries and my grapefruit and coffee. They said it
would be up in a few minutes. I thanked them and hung up.
	I fell back on the couch. We watched television, for a little
while. I wanted to watch MTV, but Kevin refused. "I'm not in the mood for
ego-stroking," he said firmly with a touch of a smile. Instead we settled
on an 80s Christian Slater movie on a cable channel.
	In a little while we knocking and a voice saying, "Room service!"
Kevin pointed to himself and then the bathroom, and I nodded. Meanwhile, I
turned off the TV and went to the door. I looked through the peephole, and
it was indeed a guy about my age in the hotel uniform. I opened the
door. He wheeled in the food, I signed the bill and tipped him. He smiled
amicably and I wished him a goodbye. When he was gone, I said a little
loudly, "NO! Kevin Richardson in NOT hiding in my bathroom (pause) Well if
that's they way you feel, you can go check!" I laughed to myself and made
large steps over the to the bathroom and knocked loudly. In a deep
disguised voice, "Mr. Richardson?" I bellowed. There was no answer. I
opened the door and Kev was no where to be found. Then I zeroed in on the
slightly rustling shower curtain. I smiled a Cheshire Cat smile and tore
open the curtain.
	"AHHHHHH!!!!" Kevin screamed and screwed his eyes shut, crouched in
the corner of the stall. I bent down and kissed him squarely on the lips as
his eyes flew open in surprise. He stood up quickly and flung me over his
shoulder.
	I flailed around until he deposited with a gentle force on the bed
next to the table. I was suddenly aware I was in a bathrobe. "Lemme go get
dressed, okay?" I said, and he nodded. I grabbed a ball of jeans and a
black polo shirt. I got dressed, and when I came back, I saw Kev with his
ear to his bowl of rice crispies. I crept over and whispered, "What are
they saying?"
	He sat up and said, "They were asking how I got so lucky."
	"And what'd you say?"
	"I told them it was fate."
	I smiled and kissed him on the neck. We ate our breakfasts, and
decided we would go shopping for Howie's birthday presents. We ended our
meal with a strangely seductive sharing of the tooth brush.
	
part 33

	It was Monday morning. I woke up with a headache and remembered
what a Sunday it had been. Saturday had gone smoothly, Kevin and I had gone
out to get Howie's presents. Only once had he been recognized, by a small
girl whose screams had been quieted by an autograph. Even Saturday night
went well, when the boys and I had a pizza party in Zach's hotel
room. Despite Sean's warnings, Nick and Zach seemed to only get closer. It
was the same with Kev and I. Then Sunday came-the Sunday of the Plan, and
what was, to Sean's knowledge, Zach's and mine last Sunday with the
Backstreet Boys.
	
			* * *

	We all spent Sunday morning jet and water skiing on a lake a few
minutes from the compound. Tans were perfected. Kevin, Nick, Zach and I
were too worried about the execution of the plan in mere hours to loosen
up. AJ, Amanda, Brian and Howie had enough fun for all of us, though. Fans
brave enough to approach any of the boys got a smile, a hug and an
autograph if they had a pen and something to write on.
	At five, we all headed back to our respective rooms to get dressed
and readied ourselves for the party. We met again at the party location at
seven. Zach and I arrived in a taxi and made a grand entrance in our party
duds. New clothes can definitely make a guy feel at least a little
better. The catcalls from the laughing group of our own personal pop stars
didn't hurt either.
	Kevin walked up to me and motioned for me to follow him. He led me
to a small alcove in a little out-of-the-way hallway. Drawing me in close,
he kissed me and I kissed back. We held each other in a strong embrace, and
then he pulled away. "Are you ready for tonight?" I nodded.
	"Are you?"
	"Yeah. Its gonna be hard, but I can do it."
	"Are you sure you want to?"
	"Yeah, I'm sure. This may sound corny, but I'm more sure about this
than anything...ever."
	I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Okay then,
let's go." Kevin squeezed my hand one last time, and we broke apart. T
minus 10 minutes to party time.
	
to be continued

	











Legal Note: Please don't read this if you are under the age of 18 years or
the particular age of permission where ever you live.The story below is in
all parts fictional. All portayal of the Backstreet Boys and other persons
mentioned is in no way based on fact. All other characters are completely
fictional. All names, songs, events, and other liscensed material remains
so. Thank you.


Hey guys. Here's the long awaited parts 31, 32 and 33 such as they are. Its
pretty short, and quiet, but I promise, the next part is going to be full
of action. That should be out next week or so. I am just about smothered
with school work.  Thanks to Kevin P. (not R.), mystery guy T, yuli the
humble, Jeff the romantic, Rich the busy scholar, bob the exclamatory, and
the very nice Mr. Motto. My readers are really the only ones that can
motivate me.

Also, to thanks to my informal editor, DLS, (author of Brian&Me) for fixing
everything up.

As always, write me with comments, critiques and compliments. Also: So what
do YOU think the plan is? e-mail me!

the mystery remains EG

p.s. e-mail me if you want a folder of 100+ Kev pics...

Part 31

	I stormed out of the office and found Kevin sitting in the waiting
room. I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the elevator. "What's wrong?"
he asked with a pained tone. I just shook my head, determined to hold back
tears.
	We got to the car. It was only after we were on the road that I let
my tears out. They were fear stricken, brokenhearted, uncontrollable
sobs. I refused to let myself think about all the different levels of this
forced ejection. Instead, I just focused on the pain radiating from
heart. Kevin finally got us to the compound and I ran into Kevin's house
and flopped down onto my bed. "What is it?" Kevin said. I told him all
about the conversation with Sean, and, as I did, he held me.
	When I finished, eyes red, Kevin was enraged and stricken. "What
are you going to do?" he asked.
	"What can I do? I have to leave. Otherwise they'll arrest me."
	"But, that's," he let out a strained, somewhat delirious
chuckle. "That's ridiculous. I just found you. You-you can't leave," Kevin
started to whimper.
	"You think I want to?" I asked, sadly.
	"No, its just-"
	Just then we both heard footsteps. Looking up, I saw AJ. "What's
wrong?" he asked. I told the story again, broken by my sobs. He hugged me
and told me to call Zach. It was a good idea, since it would no doubt
affect him too.
	The phone rang and he wasn't in his hotel room. Kev suggested
calling Nick's. He was there, and so was Zach.
	"Hi," I said, attempting to sound normal.
	"Hey, what's up?"
	"Um," I drew in my breath, loosing it, "It's something
important. Could you come over?"
	"Okay, is everything all right?"
	"Not really, I'll explain it when you get here."
	"Okay." We hung up. In a few moments, Kevin let the knocking Zach
and Nick in and led him to the living room where we had relocated. For the
third time, I told the story of the meeting. Zach didn't react, or perhaps
he did, by not reacting. He sat there, in complete silence, breathing
lightly and eyes wide open. Nick hugged him and he buried his face in
Nick's shoulder.
	"Guys," AJ said. "This is dumb. We can't let Sean and the
management do this to our friends-" he looked at Kevin and Nick, "and your
boyfriends. Don't you think we can do something?"
	"Yeah," Kevin said, getting up, "but lets call Brian and Howie
first so they know what's going on."
	Everyone nodded and AJ called the two. They came after a few
minutes, and the next few hours were a fusion of tears, yells and hugs. In
the end, we had decided what to do. We comforted each other and gathered
ourselves. For now, it was business as usual, and there was a party to get
ready for.

	All of us decided to go shopping-we split up. I went with Zach, (I
wanted what I wore to be a surprise to Kevin), Kevin went with Brian, and
Nick, Howie and AJ headed to a trendy, expensive area an hour away. Nick
gave us his car for the day.
	I like to shop; Zach doesn't. Because of this, we got his shopping
over with first. That way, he could head back to the hotel while I spent
the rest of the day shopping for me. I don't mind shopping alone. Actually,
its better if I do. I have a method in which I pick four or five stores and
survey. Then, I go back to each store and look more thoroughly, try stuff
on.
	We entered the first shop we found on the street, which had a mix
of higher and lower end designers. It was a wash, and Zach managed to look
horrible in everything he put on. Its not that he has a bad body. He's just
more frat boy built than model type.  So, I, of course, did what a good
friend would do-tease him. I even got one of the sales ladies to crack a
smile.
	Leaving that store, we found a Guess across the street. We went
into it at my pleading. Zach was ready to go to the party in a t-shirt and
jeans. Instead, the first outfit we found him was perfect. Since it was a
pool party, we wanted to go casual. The shirt was light blue, with a navy
Hawaiian flower print across the chest. The pants were navy blue, with very
thin strips of light blue going down the sides. We bought him a pair of
plain black sandals at Aldo, and a Jamaican shell necklace at a little
accessory shop.
	I took him back to his hotel and set out for my own shopping
adventure. First I went to a store called Youth Revolution. I specced the
clothing and waved off the goat-eed sales guy. Then I went back to the
Guess, and then a vintage place called Ver Unica. Then I really shopped. I
tried on the final outfit in the Guess dressing room. A sales girl behind
me watched as I modeled for myself in the mirror. I wore a white
sleeve-less t-shirt, (Guess) a red quilted vest, (YR) and a pair of nicely
fitting aged jeans (Guess) rolled up once at the bottom. The shoes, from
Ver Unica, were matte black buckled sandals. The clerk sighed. "You have
really good taste," she smiled into the mirror.
	I turned and said, "Thanks."
	"So, are you gay or famous?"
	"Why do you say that?"
	"Look at that outfit."
	"Um" I said, giving her a mischievous smile, "Maybe both." I said,
pausing, "Maybe neither?"
	She laughed and went to the cash register to ring up a waiting
customer. I bought the jeans and t-shirt and left with my packages. I felt
noticeably better in contrast to this morning. I headed back to the
compound and gathered my stuff up. The boys were still all out, and it was
already five. Part of our plan to avoid my arrest was to move to a room in
Zach's hotel.
	I called a taxi and loaded my luggage. For the first few minutes,
the cabby was very quiet. Then all of a sudden, he said, "I know you from
somewhere."
	I swallowed hard and asked, "Where?"
	"I dunno," he said, glancing at me in the mirror. "Are you famous?"
	"No," I said, with a contrived laugh.
	"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically.
	"Well, you know, as sure as a person can be..." I said, smiling
again.
	"But you look to familiar," the cabby said, pressing on. I
shrugged. "Ever been in Cuba?"
	"No," I said.
	"I'm from Cuba," he grinned, "when I was a little boy, my father,
an American soldier, took my mother and me into the states as soon as he
had saved up enough money for a house. I've lived here since I was
eight. But I go visit my aunts and uncles there a lot. I thought maybe I
recognized you from there..."
	I breathed a sigh of relief. "No, I've never been to Cuba-not many
Americans have.."
	"Yeah I guess you're right.." The cabby was quiet for a while and
then said, "This is going to bother me all night."
	He pulled up to the hotel. "I'm sorry I can't help you," I said,
honestly, and paid him along with a large tip. He helped unload the bags
and put them on the luggage cart. He shook his head smiling, and muttered
to himself. I waved goodbye and went into the lobby.
	I gave the woman at the desk my name and credit card, and she gave
me my key. The bell boy led me up to the room, I tipped him, and closed the
door. The room was quiet. It was going to take some getting used to not
seeing Kevin as much, but it was a sacrifice for later riches. I laid down
on my back, on the bed, and closed my eyes to think.

Part 32
	
	I awoke to the ringing of the hotel phone. I shook myself conscious
and answered it. "Hello?"
	"Hey!" It was Kevin.
	"Hi!" I said, brightening.
	"Where've you been?"
	"Oh-" he was right. "I fell asleep."
	"I was worried about you, when you didn't call."
	"I'm sorry...What time is it?"
	"Ten."
	"Oh! Do you want to go dancing?"
	"Its ten in the morning, Adam."
	"Oh." I said. Its Saturday morning. I had been asleep for a very
long time. "And its Saturday, right?"
	Kevin laughed despite himself. "Yeah, yeah it is. What'd you do,
sleep for, like, sixteen hours straight?"
	"Yeah, I guess," I said sheepishly.
	"Okay, Rip Van Winkle, want to go out for brunch?"
	"Mmm. Rather stay in..."
	"I think we can arrange that."
	"So you comin' over?"
	"Yeah, in a little bit..."
	"Okay, see you then, love..."
	"Bye-ee.." I blushed as I hung up the phone.
	I smelled some stale, rank odor, and I looked about for its
origin. Then I realized it was me. About time for a shower. I scrawled a
little note telling Kev the key was on the top of the molding of the door
and to let himself in. Ducking out, I balanced the key carefully and wedged
the note in the door. I jumped in the shower.
	I let the warm water envelop me. After I had washed my hair, I let
my eyes close half way. I must have fallen asleep again, (who knows why I
was tired), but my eyes flew open when I felt a rush of cool air on my
back.
	"Nice ass," someone said, who then laughed. Please let it be Kevin.
	I spun around, using the curtain as a cover, and saw Kevin smirking
sweetly. "Hey lover!" I said.
	"Heyyy."
	"Why don't you leave for a sec, and I'll be out in a moment, k?"
	"K." he said, giggling.
	When I emerged in a white hotel bathrobe five minutes later, I saw
Kev sitting on the edge of my bed. My heart stopped. "Hi there," he said.
	"Hi," I said and raised my eyebrow seductively. I sat down lightly
next to him on the bed. He leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a few
moments, but he pulled away after biting my lip lightly. "What's wrong?" I
asked.
	"I'm sorry. I'm just too worried about the Sean thing." "Well, me
too, but I'm trying to stay calm about it..." I trailed off.
	"How can I stay calm?" Kevin started to cry. "Its (sob) illegal
(sob) to (sob) be with (sob) the man I (sob) love."
	I wrapped my arms around him. "We have the plan...If it works
out..."
	"And if it doesn't?" he sniffed.
	"It will," I said, looking him in the eyes. "It has to, right?" I
smiled.
	"Yeah, it does."
	"Come on, cheer up. I'm hungry..."
	"You really are hungry?" He looked surprised.
	"Yeah, what'd you think?" I said, coyly.
	"I dunno..." Kev smiled his beautiful smile as I picked up the
phone for room service.
	"What do you want?" I asked.
	"You!" He said, grabbing me at the waist, and biting me lightly on
the earlobe.
	I giggled. "No, really!"
	"Ummm....strawberries, and...rice crispies!"
	"Rice crispies?" I laughed-he was such a little boy sometimes.
	"Yes." he said with the assured expression of a small boy.
	I kissed him on the cheek and dialed room service. I ordered Kev's
rice crsipies and strawberries and my grapefruit and coffee. They said it
would be up in a few minutes. I thanked them and hung up.
	I fell back on the couch. We watched television, for a little
while. I wanted to watch MTV, but Kevin refused. "I'm not in the mood for
ego-stroking," he said firmly with a touch of a smile. Instead we settled
on an 80s Christian Slater movie on a cable channel.
	In a little while we knocking and a voice saying, "Room service!"
Kevin pointed to himself and then the bathroom, and I nodded. Meanwhile, I
turned off the TV and went to the door. I looked through the peephole, and
it was indeed a guy about my age in the hotel uniform. I opened the
door. He wheeled in the food, I signed the bill and tipped him. He smiled
amicably and I wished him a goodbye. When he was gone, I said a little
loudly, "NO! Kevin Richardson in NOT hiding in my bathroom (pause) Well if
that's they way you feel, you can go check!" I laughed to myself and made
large steps over the to the bathroom and knocked loudly. In a deep
disguised voice, "Mr. Richardson?" I bellowed. There was no answer. I
opened the door and Kev was no where to be found. Then I zeroed in on the
slightly rustling shower curtain. I smiled a Cheshire Cat smile and tore
open the curtain.
	"AHHHHHH!!!!" Kevin screamed and screwed his eyes shut, crouched in
the corner of the stall. I bent down and kissed him squarely on the lips as
his eyes flew open in surprise. He stood up quickly and flung me over his
shoulder.
	I flailed around until he deposited with a gentle force on the bed
next to the table. I was suddenly aware I was in a bathrobe. "Lemme go get
dressed, okay?" I said, and he nodded. I grabbed a ball of jeans and a
black polo shirt. I got dressed, and when I came back, I saw Kev with his
ear to his bowl of rice crispies. I crept over and whispered, "What are
they saying?"
	He sat up and said, "They were asking how I got so lucky."
	"And what'd you say?"
	"I told them it was fate."
	I smiled and kissed him on the neck. We ate our breakfasts, and
decided we would go shopping for Howie's birthday presents. We ended our
meal with a strangely seductive sharing of the tooth brush.
	
part 33

	It was Monday morning. I woke up with a headache and remembered
what a Sunday it had been. Saturday had gone smoothly, Kevin and I had gone
out to get Howie's presents. Only once had he been recognized, by a small
girl whose screams had been quieted by an autograph. Even Saturday night
went well, when the boys and I had a pizza party in Zach's hotel
room. Despite Sean's warnings, Nick and Zach seemed to only get closer. It
was the same with Kev and I. Then Sunday came-the Sunday of the Plan, and
what was, to Sean's knowledge, Zach's and mine last Sunday with the
Backstreet Boys.
	
			* * *

	We all spent Sunday morning jet and water skiing on a lake a few
minutes from the compound. Tans were perfected. Kevin, Nick, Zach and I
were too worried about the execution of the plan in mere hours to loosen
up. AJ, Amanda, Brian and Howie had enough fun for all of us, though. Fans
brave enough to approach any of the boys got a smile, a hug and an
autograph if they had a pen and something to write on.
	At five, we all headed back to our respective rooms to get dressed
and readied ourselves for the party. We met again at the party location at
seven. Zach and I arrived in a taxi and made a grand entrance in our party
duds. New clothes can definitely make a guy feel at least a little
better. The catcalls from the laughing group of our own personal pop stars
didn't hurt either.
	Kevin walked up to me and motioned for me to follow him. He led me
to a small alcove in a little out-of-the-way hallway. Drawing me in close,
he kissed me and I kissed back. We held each other in a strong embrace, and
then he pulled away. "Are you ready for tonight?" I nodded.
	"Are you?"
	"Yeah. Its gonna be hard, but I can do it."
	"Are you sure you want to?"
	"Yeah, I'm sure. This may sound corny, but I'm more sure about this
than anything...ever."
	I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Okay then,
let's go." Kevin squeezed my hand one last time, and we broke apart. T
minus 10 minutes to party time.
	
to be continued