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Lenore heard someone coming down the hall again and groaned.

“God, when will he just leave me be so I can sleep?”

She heard someone knock on the door and buried her head into her Tweety pillow.

“Ugh! Go away,” she moaned. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Uh, can I come in?” A voice with an accent asked.

Lenore lifted her head out of her pillow.

“Nah, it can’t be, can it?” She pondered. “I’m just hearing things again, right?”

“Hello?” The voice said. “Anyone in there?”

“Oh, God, please tell me I’m not dreaming,” she pleaded. “Please tell me that it’s really who I think it is standing outside of my door.”

She watched as the door opened slightly and a blond head poked in. She gasped as the guy smiled, making the corners of his blue eyes crinkle up.

“Morning. Have a good sleep?” He drawled. “Sorry if I woke you up, but it is noon hour.”

“Oh my God!” She managed. “Please, tell me this is not a dream.”

“Okay. This is not a dream,” he grinned. “I’m really and truly here in your house.”

“Oh my God!” She repeated.

“May I come in now?” He queried.

She nodded. “Sure.”

He entered the room and sat down on the edge of her bed.

“Nice hair,” he laughed. “Does it always look like that this late in the day?”

“Uh, yeah,” she blushed. “I’m a late sleeper, what can I say?”

There was a bit of a pause, so she decided to explain why she didn’t come to the door.

“Sorry I didn’t come to the door,” she apologized. “I thought my Uncle John was just pulling my leg again. He keeps teasing me about my fascination with you, so now when he says you’re at the door, I don’t believe him.”

“It’s okay,” he told her. “I understand.”

He then looked around her room, eyeing all her stuff. “Nice room. Very cozy looking.”

“Uh, thanks,” she replied as she looked from him to her favourite poster. “I take it you’ve seen my posters, which aren’t exactly all that hard to spot.”

“Yep,” he replicated. “I’ve also noticed all the Tweety merchandise and stuffed animals too.”

“Phew,” she sighed. “I thought you were going to say you noticed all of my Backstreet Boys merchandise.”

“Yeah, well, I noticed that too, but figured I wouldn’t comment on it just yet.”

“Feel weird coming into a room that has you and the other guys plastered all over the place?” She wanted to know. “Although, I assure you, this isn’t as bad as it was at our old house.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say it’s a little strange, but not uncommon,” he responded. There was an awkward silence between the two of them, until he spoke again.

“Bet you’re wondering why I’m here and how I found your house and all.”

“Well, sort of,” she admitted. “I am a lil’ curious as to who, what, where, when, and why, you’re here.”

“Just thought I’d pay a devoted fan a lil’ visit,” he told her. “I’ve actually read some of my fan mail lately and decided I’d like to meet a couple of fans and see what they’re really like. You’re letter stuck out a lil’ more so than the others for some reason, so I decided to pay you a little unexpected visit.”

“What would you have done if I wasn’t home?” She questioned. “Or if I’d moved, or had lied about my address, or something like that?”

“I would’ve found out where you were and gone to see you there,” he told her. “If you weren’t home, then I would’ve waited here until you got home.”

“Amazed at the fact that I’m not acting totally hysterical?”

“Somewhat. I’m used to having people screaming in my ear, not sitting calmly and actually having a decent conversation with me.”

“Well, in case you’re wondering,” she began, “I’m going nuts on the inside and am trying very hard to hold back an excited scream.”

“Is that why you keep fidgeting?” He interrogated.

“Yeah,” she replied sheepishly. “I’ve so much I wanna tell you, but no idea as to how to get it all out without scaring you off.”

“If you got something you wanna tell me, then spit it out loud and clear,” he informed her. “Don’t be afraid to tell me just ‘cause I’m a Backstreet Boy; I’m just a normal guy who likes normal things and enjoys life to its fullest.”

“It’s not so much that you’re a Backstreet Boy, it’s the fact that unless I know the guy pretty well, I’m usually shy around him and ain’t exactly sure as to what to say to him.”

“Well, most people like to start at the beginning, so start there and keep going ‘till the end.”

“Um…I love you. I think you’re the greatest; you always manage to make me smile no matter what,” she started. “I’m happy ‘bout you and LeighAnne. I adore the way you care about others and take the time to try and help them out the best you can. Also, I’m just crazy ‘bout the way the corners of your dreamy electric blue eyes crinkle up when you smile.”

He smiled at her. “You know, you can say my name if you want. No one, but the walls and you’re Uncle will be able to hear you while we’re in here.”

“Okay…Brian,” she smiled shyly.

“I’m glad I’m able to cheer you up when you’re feeling down,” he riposted. “It’s nice to know I make people happy without even knowing it.”

“Wait! I just thought of something,” she cried jumping out of bed. “Please ignore my pajamas for the time being.”

Brian shrugged. “They don’t bother me. Actually, I think they’re kinda cute.”

Lenore blushed. “Uh, thanks.”

Brian watched as she rummaged around her room searching for something.

“Aha! Here it is!” She exclaimed a few minutes later. “I found it.”

She hurried back over to her bed and sort of shyly sat down next to him.

“Here, I made this for you,” she told him quietly.

Brian took the book from her and casually flipped through it, reading the odd page. “Thanks,” he said once he’d finished looking at it. “It’s really nice.”

“You really like it?” She questioned. “You’re not just saying that to make me happy, are you?”

“No. I really do like it,” he assured her. “I think it’s sweet that you took the time to make me this.”

“I made stuff for the other guys too,” she stated. “I just finished these the other day, that’s why they haven’t been mailed yet.”

“Would you like to meet the other guys too?” Brian asked. “If you want, I can always take you to the Hotel we’re staying at, so you can meet them.”

“Really?”

“Really. You just gotta make sure it’s okay with your Uncle though.”

“Here’s an idea,” she smirked. “You ask him and I’ll get dressed.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “You need me, you know where to find me.”

“Ditto,” she answered as she shoved him out the door. “Now, get going.”