"Get Ready...Tonight...Gonna make this a night [love] to remember." by Shalamar

My Kinda Guy
A Love To Remember
Chapter -- 21, Part A
by JT Poole and Nicole Brown

Feb 4 (Late Afternoon) -- Orlando, FL
The Richardson/Anderson/Carter Estates

JT's POV

Come on Lord, help me get through this day. It's a little after one now and I still haven't gotten any kind of rest. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold out, but I know it won't be for long. Since I got the boys dressed for our supposed outing, they've been running rampant throughout the house doing what they can to get on my last nerve. Damn, that nerve was reserved for Toby and by gosh, he's getting on it. Now I regret giving Toby the day off. I sure could use his help right about now. Walking into the living room to look for the phone, I'm distracted by the doorbell ringing. Sighing, I walk in the other direction so I could get the door. Opening it, a familiar looking skinny blonde haired woman starred back at me and then looked down at a piece of paper in her hand.

"I must have the wrong address," she says, looking at me strangely and then stepping back to look at the numbers on the wall. "No, I don't have the wrong address then."

"Look miss, I'm kind of busy right now. What can I do for you?" I ask her as she frowned.

"You can't do anything for me, I'm looking for Nick Carter," she says, crossing her arms across her chest now.

"Sorry, Nick isn't here right now," I tell her, wondering who she was.

"He's not here, then where the hell is he?" She asks, as I step out of the house and pull the door close.

"Look miss that kind of language isn't allowed here. I have children inside and I will not subject them to that kind of talk," I tell her as she turns up her nose.

"Sorree mister. Where can I find Nick, I need to talk to him," she says, uncrossing her arms and holding her hands on her hips.

"I can't tell you that miss," I tell her as I stare at her closely, her name at the tip of my tongue. "Is there a message you would like me to give Nick when I see him again?"

"The message I need to give him, you can't deliver," she says as that accent finally clicked in my mind. Lawd no, Willa Ford was standing on my front stoop.

"Why can't I deliver the message?" I ask her, hearing something crash in the house. "Oh great, excuse me. Boys!"

Opening the door, I saw that the boys had knocked over a few of the pictures on the coffee table and turned over some flower pots. Lydia's gonna have a fit when she sees this. I don't know how long it took her to decorate this main room, but all it took was ten minutes for it to be undecorated. Sighing, I hear another crash in the kitchen and my mind started playing back scenarios in my head of the lectures auntie use to tell us about running in the house. Oh this is it! I've had enough damnit. Those little boys are working more than my nerves now. I need to get some rope and tie the little crumbsnatchers up somewhere and forget about them. Forgetting about Willa out on the stoop, I walked down the hall in search of the boys.

Willa's POV

What the hell has Nick gotten himself into now with Justin? Since coming out and marrying Justin, a whole lot of crazy shit is going on in his life. How does this black man come into the picture and why is he and Nick's house? A better question right now would be, where the hell is Nick, why isn't he here like he's supposed to be? I know that the both of them are back in Orlando and that they aren't doing anything with their groups pertaining to work. When my PI started tracking him down, he gave me a copy of the Backstreet Boys itinerary, so I know everything he's going to do pertaining to working.

Why is this guy so hard to find? I've been tracking him since the middle of July and I've just now caught up to him. To me it seems like he's doing his damndest to avoid me, but he can't avoid this, regardless of what he says or does, this is something he'll never be able to avoid. I've done this for the last five years alone, it's his turn to start doing something. I don't know why he's hiding, but it's time he came on out into the open with this and accept responsibility for his child.

"There you are. What are you doing in here?" the black guy asks me, walking past me with a little white boy in his arms and a little black boy attached to his leg.

"I told you I need to talk to Nick. Where is he?" I ask as the guy placed the little boy in his arms on the couch and then grabbed for the little boy on his leg.

"Well like I told you, Nick isn't here right now. If you'd like me to give him a message for you I can do that," he says, picking the other little boy up and taking off his shirt.

"Well the information I need to tell Nick, you can't tell him. I'm the only one that can tell Nick what I need to tell him. This is very important and it wouldn't be right if you told him. Just mind your business and I'll do what I need to in the interim," I tell him as he looked at me strangely.

"Boys don't move from this spot," he says, grabbing me by the arm and leading me back to the front door. "I'm not having a good day today, so that means in order for me to try to have a good day the rest of this day, I don't need any added stress, that being you right now. Nick isn't at home. Try coming by another time. Have a good day."

"What? Get your hands off of me man," I say as he shakes his head.

"Lady I'm not in the mood and if you keep bothering me I will arrest you," he says, smiling at me as he opened the door and pushed me outside and then closing the door in my face.

"Open this damn door!" I shout, beating on the door as I turn around to see Erin sitting in the car looking at me.

I need to get a grip and calm down. I can't let my little girl see me loosing control like this. I vowed that I would do everything I could to assure that she has a good life and that's what I'm here trying to do. I just need to calm down and see if I can make this man understand that it is very important that I talk with Nick and now.

"Didn't I deal with you already?" The man asked, standing in the doorway with something in his hand. "Go away and come again another day. If you can't give me a message to give to him, then you really don't need to give him a message. Please leave or I will arrest you."

"Arrest me? On what fucking grounds?" I ask him as he showed me his badge.

"One disturbing the peace, two not leaving the premises when I informed you too and three disobeying a direct order from a peace officer," he says, standing in front of me, his expression not wavering a bit. "I'm having a bad day and this can all be avoided if you leave. If you want to stay here and continue to try my patience, then I will arrest you. Take your pick."

"I haven't done anything to be arrested for," I tell him, stepping closer to him as he stepped back.

"Don't be getting all up in my face miss. I won't hesitate to cuff you and have a car here to run you in," he says, crossing his arms. "I'm not going to tell you again. The longer you stay here, the faster my offer to let you go slips off the table. I'm in no mood for this right now, so do us both a favor and leave."

"I'm not leaving until I see Nick damnit," I say as he shakes his head.

"That's where you're wrong," he says, grabbing me by the arm, reaching into his pocket for something and then the next thing I knew I was up against the wall and he was placing handcuffs on me. "Willa Ford you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you Ms. Ford?"

"Let me go damnit!" I scream at him.

"Ms. Ford, do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" He asks me, not letting my arm go.

"Damnit, I said let me go!" I scream at him again.

"Do I need to add resisting arrest to the growing list of charges against you Ms. Ford?" He asks as I stopped struggling with him. "Much better ma'am. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

"Yes...yes damnit," I say as he turns me around.

"Come on in Ms. Ford," he says, walking me back into the house and stopping me in the foyer.

He walked back into the room I was in previously and picked up a phone. He stopped in front of the sofa and did something to one of the little boys and then he walked back over to me. Frowning, he turned to face me as he started dialing numbers.

"Good afternoon Steve, JT here. I need you to swing by my place and pick up a trespasser. I've already read her rights to her and all she needs is to be booked and locked away," he says, frowning at me. "Yes it's Willa Ford. Yep and I'm having one of those days. It would go better if Kevin was actually here helping me out. No he didn't run off, he's at the hospital seeing about other issues. Alright, I'll see you then. Thanks."

"I can't believe you're actually locking me up for being here," I say to him as he turns back around.

"Please be quiet. I'm not in any mood to deal with you any more," he says, walking away from me.

JT's POV

She must be out of her mind to not think that she's not getting up out of here. I have two rambunctious little boys in here that are driving me up the wall. I'm going to get some peace and quiet today even if I have to beat people with bricks all day and night to get it. I don't know why she couldn't just come back another day to talk to Nick. After I told her the first time that Nick wasn't here she should have taken the hint then and left. No she has to be a pain in my ass and stay here and cause drama...drama I don't even need today. What I need is sleep and I can't get that with her being here disturbing me and causing problems. I think once I get the boys back into bed for a nap, things will start to look up for me. I know they were excited about going to Disney today, but the way things are going right now, we can take them to Disney tomorrow.

"Jaytee!" Jaken screamed out, running past me like lightning with Toby hot on his trail.

"What is it young man?" I ask him as he jumped on my leg, holding on tight, digging his nails into my skin as Toby grabbed him and started hitting him on the back. "Hey hey hey! Stop that Toby. What do you think you're doing?"

"Shut up!" Toby shouts at me as I looked down at him.

"What did you say?" I ask, giving him my death stare look, the one that always made him backup and think about what it was he was saying and doing.

"I'm sorry Jaytee," he says, stepping back and then sitting down on the floor.

"That's better. Now why are you hitting Jake?" I ask him as he looked up at me and then at Jaken.

"He took toy and not give back," Toby says as I look down at Jaken.

"Jaken did you take his toy and not give it back?" I ask, making a move to get to the sofa so I could sit down.

"He say I play with it," Jaken says, climbing into my lap and frowning at me.

"Did you say he could play with it Toby?" I ask him as he shook his head no.

"He say I play with it. He play with my car," Jaken says, wrapping his arms around my neck and laying his head on my shoulder. "Me don't play wit him no more."

"Okay boys, I think it's time for a nap," I say, wrapping my arms around Jaken and picking him up. "Come on Toby, we're going to lay down for awhile."

"No! Me no want nap," he says as I look at him again, giving him my death glare.

"It's not what you want Toby, it's what you need," I tell him, grabbing his hand and walking down the hall carrying Jaken in my arms while we passed Willa. "Don't move from that spot Ms. Ford."

A Bit Later -- Highway #1 Driving South in Callahan, FL -- A Flash Foods Convenience Store

Addie Mae's POV

Lawd it seems I've been driving for hours and I still don't know where I'm going. Them babies in Orlando Florida and I don't think I'se anywhere close to that. I'm in...where the hell is I again...yeah that's right, I'm in some short-bus town called Callahan. Do this place even deserve to be a town? Place so damn backwards it's a damn shame. I tell you if I see another fucker looking at me cross-eyed like they is, I'm going to give them something to really look at. They ack like they've never seen a woman driving a Sixty-four Cadillac before.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" I ask the young man that was walking past me, starring at what I was doing. "Is there a reason you eyeing me the way you are?"

"S-sorry, I mean no disrespect," the guy says as I opened the door and got out to stand in front of him.

I'm sure when he saw all of this here, he'd know I means business and to get the fuck out of my face. I tell you, the further south you go down number one, the crazier and ghetto the people ack. I don't know what this little boy's problem is, but I'll have a remedy for it in just a second. All I need to do is get my piece out of my bag and take care of bizness.

"Boy why you looking at me like that?" I ask him as he smiled and shook his head walking away from me.

"You better walk off before I beat them naps out yo head. Boy head so nappy, you can put him under a hairdryer and those naps will start popping like popcorn," I say out as I wipe my head and look around. "I guess I can go in this sto (store) and get me something to drank."

I opened the doh (door) and got my bag out. Locking things up, I turned around and took a breath. Oh lawd, these shoes sho (sure) is killing my cowns (corns). I need some Dr. Scholls© to go in these thangs. The more cushion the betta. Getting up to the doh, I walked in and it was like I was a celebrity or something, everyone wanted to watch me.

"Watcha looking at me like that fo? Thank I'm gon rob the place or somethin?" I asked, walking past the counter over towards the frigadare where the dranks was. "Oh Lawd, ease them cowns...ease them cowns."

"Excuse me," a woman says to me as she walked past.

"Naw heffa, excuse you. Always somebody in the damn way," I say, stopping in front of the doh where the dranks was. Lawd thangs don got so complimicated (complicated) these days. I remember when Co-Cola was one flava. Now you got Diet, Black Cherrah, Origina and this Vanillah. Lawd who wants a Co-Cola with vanillah extract in it. Lawd I don't. Let me get this drank and get outta here. I got to find my babies."

Walking up to the counter, I spot a bag of barbecue skins that was calling my name. Grabbing a few of them and a hot pickle, I proceeded to the counter and laid my stuff there so the boy behind the counter could rang me up. Opening my bag, I pulled out a fifty spot and handed it to him.

"I can't make change for this. I need smaller bills or put your stuff back," the guy says, looking at me funny.

"Say what? Don't play with me I ain't in the mood. You wasting time, I'm on a mission. Hurry up and rang this stuff up," I tell him.

"I said I can't make change for this. I need something smaller than this. Give me something smaller or put your stuff back," he says again as he gives me this funny look.

"Boy that's all I got and I ain't putting shit back," I tell him as he crossed his arms.

"Then go somewhere else. I don't have change for a fifty dollar bill," he says as I wanted to smack him. I was in no mood to be playing with his narra ass, he was wastin' my time and I needed to go, so I could find my babies.

"Boy I don't care if you have to break the bank. This is the smallest I got and I'm not putting any of that stuff back. If you don't take this money and gimme my change back so I can go, I'm going to introduce you to Tom Thumb and his for brothers. Do you feel me?"

"Look, I don't want no trouble. Go somewhere else," he tells me

"Too late for that playa, you already got troubal (trouble)," I tell him, tapping my fingers on the counter now and looking at him as he popped his gum in my face. Aw hell naw. "Stop popping that gum."

"Look lady, you holding up progress. There are people waiting behind you," he says as he popped the gum again.

"Stop popping that gum," I say to him again as he looked at me, still got his arms crossed.

"C'mon lady, I have somewhere to go," someone behind me says.

"I got somewhere to go too, but this lil gum-popping, zit faced lil boy won't take my money so I can leave," I say as he blew a bubble and started popping the gum more.

"Didn't I say stop popping that gum!" I screamed as the boy gave me the finger and slid my money back to me.

"Yeah whatever," he says, pushing my items to the side and popping the gum again.

"Got damnit!" I shout, grabbing him by his shirt collar and shaking him. "That's what's wrong with the world, always somebody gotta be fast! When someone tell you to stop popping gum, you stop it damnit!"

"Yes ma'am," he says, ringing my stuff up, opening the cash register drawer and handing me change for a fifty and bagging up my stuff in a hurry.

"Thank you," I said, snatching the bag and money from him and walking out the doh.

Walking back to the car, there was a crowd of kids hangin' round. Why is it everywhere I go, people want to s'round my car? What is it with my car that people like so much? It's only a ghetto red sixty-four Cadillac with gold plated rims on switches. Fools ackin' like they ain't ever seen that befo'... Hmph, who think they tryin' to kid?

"Git on `way from my car... ain't chall got someplace you need to be? Lil hooligans," I snapped, swattin' at them lil heathens. Lawd I hope I fine (find) them chirren soon, cause I might hafta cap a nicca before I even git to Orlando. I whipped my ride out the parkin' lot, blowin' my horn at them fools when they ain't git out the way fast enough.

"Move out the way!" I hollered out the winda, slidin' my favorite song in the 8-track and turnin' that shit up so I could have me some drivin' mursic. William DeVaughn sweet ass voice came out them speakahs and all was right with the whorl (world).

"Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac
Gangsta whitewalls
TV antennas in the back
You may not have a car at all
But remember brothers and sisters
You can still stand tall

Just be thankful for what you've got
Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' the scene
With a gangsta lean
Gangsta whitewalls
TV antennas in the back

You may not have a car at all
But remember brothers and sisters
You can still stand tall
Just be thankful for what you've got

Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin the scene
With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin the scene
With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' the scene

With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh...
Sang yo song baby, sang yo song!" I sang at the top of my lungs as I rolled down the highway still in search of mah babies befo' they momma fine them and ruin they lives.

That Evening -- Orlando, FL -- Back at the Richardson/Anderson/Carter Estates

Aaron's POV

I'm glad I'm back to the house now. If I'd stayed at the hospital any longer, I would've been arrested for killing Justin's ass or something. If it wasn't for the doctor kicking all of us out of the room, I don't know what he would've done. He wants to talk to Nicky alone and try to explain things, but that's not going to happen. If he thinks he's going to be left alone with Nicky, he got another thing coming. When I got ready to leave the hospital, I called two of JT's security guys and they agreed to come stand watch outside of Nicky's room. So if he tries to get close to Nicky in any way, they'll stop him. I don't care if Nicky is his husband; he's not going to do anything else to hurt him.

When he found out that the guards weren't going to let him talk to Nicky, he wanted to freak out and say that he was sorry and didn't know what had come over him. He then went on to say that he was drunk and that it was the alcohol that did it. Yeah whateva player, I'm not going to fall for that shit and the others won't either. He hurt Nicky and I'm going to do everything in my power to keep them apart. Mom and Dad don't care, but I do. When I talked to them, they said they didn't care, that Nicky wanted that life so he got it. Mom, the bitch she is basically went on to say he got what he deserved. If Nicky would've listened to her and dad beforehand, he wouldn't be suffering right now.

The nerve of some fucking people to think that something like this deserves to happen to somebody. They are both wrong, dead wrong. If I have to, I'll keep them away from Nicky too. They can regret things just like Justin from afar. When Nicky needed them, they weren't around and as for Justin; he claims he wasn't in his right mind. What the fuck ever man. If he wants me to believe that crap, he better provide some more damn proof.

I'll never trust Justin again. He's showing me that he's sorry, but it can be a fucking game for all I know. I don't know why he thinks that since he's showing emotions and saying sorry that all of this stuff can be just swept under a rug and forgotten. I'm not the forgiving type and it's not going to be so easy. He's got a lot to do in my book before I ever trust him again. To think that before they got married I had a crush on him. How disgusting of me.

I'm tired and I've had a long day. I think I'm going to go down to the room and unpack my stuff and find something to lounge in. I might go take a dip in the pool to help try and mellow me out. What the fuck? What do we have here, oh damn, it's Amanda and she's on lock down. She must have done something to JT to get those cuffs thrown on her like that. What is she doing here? Is she here for Nicky or what?

"Hey Amanda," I say, walking over to her and smiling. "What are you doing here and why are you in handcuffs?"

"What are you doing here Aaron?" She asks, frowning.

"I asked you first," I say, smiling, wanting to laughing, but did my best to hold it in.

"There's a black guy here in the house that slapped these things on me and called for someone to come and pick me up," she says, holding up her hands, motioning with her head at the handcuffs.

"What did you do to get on JT's nerves?" I ask her as she looked at me like I was stupid or something. "The black guy, his name's JT."

"Oh, I didn't do anything. I came here looking for your brother and he told me to leave. I told him I wasn't leaving until I talked to Nick and he got upset and ran off to deal with some bad kids or something and when he came back, he saw that I was still here and slapped these cuffs on me," she explained as I saw JT coming around the corner.

"Oh, hi Aaron, I thought you were someone else," JT says, walking into the living room as he opens the front door and looks out into the yard area. "Aaron, come here."

"Yeah? What do you need JT?" I ask him as I looked in the direction he was looking in.

"Is that a person out there in that car?" He asks, walking out on the stoop and shading his eyes as he looked.

"Looks like it to me," I say as he turns around and looked at Amanda.

"Ms. Ford is there a child outside in your car?" He asks her, turning fully around now.

"Yes there is," she answers him as I turn around to look at her.

"Amanda it's really hot outside. Why did you leave that poor child out in the car?" I asked as she looked down.

"It's not my fault that she's still out there. I wasn't planning on being here this long, it's his fault," she says, motioning with her head to JT. "I only came to talk to Nick and I would've been on my merry way."

"Well that's not going to happen, Ms. Ford," JT says, sighing and walking back into the house. "Aaron, would you please get out there and bring the little girl into the house?"

"Sure, no problem," I say, looking at Amanda now like the evil person I knew she was.

What the hell was wrong with her, leaving a child in a car on a hot day like today? I know it's still winter time, but the sun is blazing and it's a hot day. Lord, the little girl is sitting here sweating buckets. I hope she's alright. Opening the door, the little girl looked up at me and I had to step back away from the car. Is it just me or does this little girl look very familiar to me? Oh no, she favors Nick and a lot. Is this little girl an after effect of some of their make up sex when they were together? Is this the reason she's here right now? Oh damn, the shit is about to hit the fan.

JT's POV

"Not in my book mister, not on your worst fucking day," I say, talking on the phone to Justin as I turn around to see Willa or Amanda as that's her real name, leaning up against the wall, glaring at me, like she wanted to jump up and rip my head off or something. "I don't care Justin, you were wrong and I'm not going to make them let you in to see Nick. You might as well bring your ass back here and face the music."

"I'm back," Aaron says as I turn to see the little girl and a flash light goes off and I drop the phone.

"Oh my word," I say, bending down to pick up the phone off the floor and then hanging it up, forgetting that I was just talking to Justin. "Do you and Nick have a little sister besides Angel, Aaron?"

"No we don't," Aaron says as I sat down on the sofa and looked up at Amanda and then back at the little girl that walked hurriedly over to her and stood by her side.

"Momma what's wrong?" The little girl asks as I looked over at Amanda again and then Aaron looked around at all of us.

"Lawd, she called you momma," I say as Amanda glared at me as I got up and walked over to her to remove the handcuffs. No child should see their parents in handcuffs unless the parent has been very violent to that child. Lawd the grits don hit the fan so to speak...

TO BE CONTINUED...

STORY WARNINGS & DISCLAIMER:

I don't know any of the members of «N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned. I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay). This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that. This is for entertainment value only folks.