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The Scoop: Well, so much for feedback. Anyway, I've decided to really f*&k things up with this chapter... ENJOY! Oh, and if you're actually interested in reading this chapter, I suggest you go back and scan over chapter 3 again first.
Chapter 4 - Let the Clean Up begin
I turned on the TV and sat down on the sofa, leaning my head on his shoulder. The story I wanted to see on Entertainment Tonight was just starting so I turned up the volume and settled in a bit more. I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder and I sighed in contentment.
"It is unclear at this time whether the Backstreet Boys will get back together or not. According to Jive, at this moment, neither side is talking to the other. Basically, the main reason for the split still seems to be a major disagreement between, Nick, and Brian, with the rest of the band just trying to stay out of it while fighting with their former opening act ORL.
"No one knows what caused the split between long time friends Nick Carter and Brian Littrell, but our sources say it has something to do with a love interest of Nick's. Neither of the Backstreet Boys nor their management have given any weight to this claim.
"Although all four members were at Brian's wedding, it is reported that the atmosphere was 'tense and extremely stressed'."
"The only ones that seemed to come out of this situation in tact were ORL, who's new album Take it Or Not, Like We Care, is currently at number 2 on the Billboard top 10."
He took the remote from my hand and turned off the TV. Placing the remote on the arm of the sofa, he kissed me gently on top of the head.
"Quite a mess."
"Yeah, that it is." I sighed slowly, the silence sneaking in between us again. "Think the Backstreet Boys will ever get back together again?"
"Do you really care?" he asked with a laugh.
I shrugged. "Not really. I mean I got what I really wanted from them."
"Well... not entirely."
"No," I admitted. "I didn't get Brian."
"Nope. But, what you did get was way better." He kissed me on top of the head again.
"Hmmm, let's see. A multi-platinum album, a shitload of money, and, most importantly, you. To hell with Brian, Leigh Ann can have him."
"Amen to that. Actually I don't miss the band at all. Kinda moves the spotlight around. You know, places it on the more important people."
I sat up and slid onto his lap, sprawling my legs across it. "You mean, like you."
I looked deep into his eyes and saw the same thing I'm sure he saw in mine: that pure animal lust that has brought us together. (What were you expecting, love? HA!)
"Let's head upstairs."
He cocked his head to the side and looked at me. "And why should we?"
"No reason really. I was just planning on ramming that ass of yours for a few hours."
"Not if I fuck your brains out first."
I stood up and took him by the hands, pulling him up as well. I turned and headed for the stairs.
"What, no comeback?"
"There's not really anything to say other than: We shall see Mr. Timberlake. We shall see."
I am Scoop, hear me type. Wanna know how it all happened? Keep an eye out for a chapter 5... it'll be around. Sooner or later.