Sophia's POV

We walked outside of the club and I couldn't believe the amount of cameras, signs, people. The amount of love and support for A.J and the guys I met tonight known as the Backstreet Boys.

I looked around at the sea of people, and took a deep breath. Letting the oxygen into my lungs. My head was spinning from all of the events of evening, the dancing, the closeness. The feel of a mans warm touch, the number of random shots I took tonight. Most of all the intoxicating smell of Nicks cologone makes my toes tingle.

Nick opens a door for me and we climb into a what I call A VIP Taxi, I had no idea these kind of things existed. It was a silver mercedes C230. It had a driver in a black suit, with air conditioned white leather seats. It had a glass divider that moved up and down with the press of a button. There was soft music playing in the background, there was a stocked mini fridge, a television, not to mention the windows were tinted.

I have only seen this kind of luxury in the movies, so to speak. I was so in awe with the the situation that I didn't even realise how close Nick was sitting next to me. I feel the silky black fabric rubbing against my legs. I could feel his breath, his cool breath on my neck I could feel my mouth getting dry.

his hot breath snapped me away from my thoughts. "So, do you always get in cabs with strangers?" Nick tilted my chin so I was looking with him.

All I could do was stare into his eyes they were so soulful, so dark, so blue, yet he had a familar loook in his eyes I knew that look well it was lonliness. I am sure my skin had a nice rosey glow, luckily the lighting was low enough that he couldn't see my nervousness.

"Actually, Nick this isn't a cab. Where I am from cabs don't smell like vanilla. They smell like Beer, b.o, and urine."

Nick Chuckeled " Yea, so where are you from and you didn't answer my question." Nick poured us both a tall bubbly glass of champange. I could feel the bubbles on my lips. I swallowed the drink as Nick looked at me with wondering eyes.

"I am from away, from here." I stumbled my words "let me try that again, I am not from around here." I took another drink of my champange and drank half the glass.

"O-oookay, let me start. I am Nick Carter I grew up in Tampa and my wife is cheating on me" Nick poured himself another bottle of the bubbly.

I stared at him feeling like I should say something equally as personal "Well I am from away. My husband and baby were killed in a car accident and I think it was my fault".

Some time passed neither of us really saying words to each other, really want can two complete strangers say to each other. Can you really offer friendly advice if your not friends.

Nick slurred his words "Your, so pretty Sophia." Nick leaned his head on my shoulder and twirled index finger around my long wavy hair "Want to come home with me and sleep with me in my bed."

I pondered the pros and cons in my drunken state " I think that would be a bad idea Nick, Considering hoooowww much we had to drink", Where are we going anyways? and your married!"

I looked out the window, but I couldn't see much because of the tinted windows. Nick brought his head off of my shoulder "The Beacch" He slurred his words.

I wondered how much Nick had to drink he seemed far drunker than me and I was toast. "Nick, how about I take that drink from you." I grabbed the drink from him, and he pouted.

"I think we have had enough to drink". I could feel my head spinning.

"I think maybe you are right." Nick rubbed his eyes "how about we drink some water."

The car came to hault and our door opened "Mr. Carter were here, would you like me to wait?"

Nick handed him what looked like three crisp one-hundred dollar bills. "No its fine we will find our way back."

I looked at nick like he lost his mind, Nick helped me out of the car and he bent down and took his shoes and socks off. not very well mind you, he fell once or twice and blamed it on the sand being un-even.

I just rolled my eyes and wrapped my arm around his waist as to steady him, i am sure i didn't help very much as I kept stumbling too. The third time we fell down I gave up, and just layed in the cool sand my feet burried in the cool sand. Glaring at Mr. Romeo, who just seems to not have care in the world that we are miles away from home with no wheels.

Nick opened his eyes im assuming his head was spinning "Why do you keep glaring at me, and giving me attitude, I know I am drunk sue me, just hasn't been the best night."

"Really Nick, Really? Your asking me why I am mad at you. I climbed into a cab with you and now we are on a beach stranded with no way to get home." I said yelling at him in barely above a whisper. "You may cut me up into tiny little peices and I will never see my dog again."

Nick laughed " Really, you think-" He cut himself off. "You have thought this since we have been here, and you really think this about me, this is quite entertaining."  Nick laughed harder, and harder until tears were in his eyes.

"Wow- and Howie says I watch to many movies, except in my movies aliens come and abduct me and teach me there language." Nick pretends to be an Alien.

I glare at him "Fuck Off, It could happen" I try not to smile I push him harder so he falls back into the sand. I help him up cause he looks like a cockroach stuck on his back that can't get up. "Okay, So maybe your not a rapist or a murderer, but how in the hell are we going to get home?" I still bitch at him in barely above a whisper

When he stood up he put a peice of hair behind my ear "You should smile more often"

Nick Chuckled " Seriously, I am not making fun of you. But your just telling me this is how you feel now? and why are you whispering"? Nick stood up stretching out his hand for me to take it.

"Yea-"I shrugged my shoulders, I was reading the situation." I Whispered " I am whispering because that sign says private property, and their are dogs barking."

Nick rubbed his hands through his hair "This my property sophia and those dogs you hear barking are mine. This is my place in LA."

Nicks POV

I was drunk, drunk, drunk...but so was she, she, she...

I will never forget the look on her face it was priceless....you know those mastercard commercials, well that was one of them, she could definately be a "priceless" star.

I opened the door and we entered my home and she playfully smacked me again. "Ouch, what in the hell was the for."

"Your bringing me to your place and you are married do you not see the ring on your finger?" she looked at me and moved her hands as to say what the fuck.

I wanted to bang my head against the door frame as leant down on the staircase and kicked my shoes off onto the black ceramic tile- Ah Lauren, how could I forget my lovely lets-take-a-break-wife.

I closed the door behind me and looked at Sophia right in the eyes "I just didn't want to be alone again tonight."

Sophia reached around me and locked the door bit her lip and grabbed my hands.

"I don't want to be alone anymore either-"