CHAPTER ONE

~ MANNERS ~

"Kylie, I am going to miss you so much!" I told Kylie at the airport on Wednesday.

Kylie gasped in mock shock, "What is this?  Did Lindsey Magdalena show some other emotion, than that of anger?"

"You're gay!" I commented laughing.

"No not really," Kylie responded laughing, too. She then got serious. "For real Mags, I'll miss ya." Kylie answered using my nickname.  No one, but my Mom and my teachers called me Lindsey.

"Yea it looks like you're the only one.  My own Mother didn't even show up." I said picking up my backpack.

"Well,...then their all losers." Kylie responded, "You better go. Your flight was called 5 minutes ago."

"Bye." I said sighing, as I turned toward the gate. I walked onto the plane in my normal confident, bad-ass stride.  As soon as I sat down in my seat, 5 guys, that looked vaguely familiar, got on the plane. They were cute, but not really my type.  The first one was medium height and skinny with light brown hair.  The second one was a lanky blonde boy.  The third was a tall black haired guy, with gorgeous green eyes and bushy eyebrows.  The fourth one was a Latino with a ponytail.  The last and final guy was totally different from the other four.  He had several tattoo's, with black that had purple highlights in his hair.  He looked a little more my type than the rest, who looked like they belonged in a boy band.

When they reached my row, they stopped.  The one with the light brown hair, sat down next to me and smiled.  I smiled back. Next to him with one with blonde hair, sat down and immediately pulled out a Game Boy Color. The other three sat down behind us.

"Hi. My name is Brian Littrell.  This is Nick Carter." said the light brown-haired one, pointing at the blonde boy next to him, with the Game Boy Color. He then pointed behind us, "They are A.J. Mclean, Howie Dorough, and Kevin Richardson."

All those names rung a bell, but I couldn't remember exactly. "I am Lindsey Magdalena. Call me Mags." I replied, pulling out a bag of the best candy in the word: Swedish fish, out of my backpack.

"Dude Bri, change seats with me." said the one with the tattoos.

"Come on, A.J. I just sat down. Why should I move?" protested Brian.

"He wants to flirt with the cute girl next to you." interjected the Latino with the ponytail.

"HOWIE!" hissed A. J. smacking him on the shoulder. "That is not true.  I wanna play Mortal Combat with Nick.  My cord won't reach."

"Fine." Brian sighed, getting up and letting A.J. take his seat, as he slid into A.J's.

"A.J. Mclean." A.J said, thrusting his hand into my face.

"Mags." I replied shaking his hand and letting it go.  It somehow landed on my thigh.  "Excuse me."

"Your excused." answered A.J.

"Would you please remove your inappropriately placed hand from my thigh?" I asked, knowing I was being rude, but I really didn't care.

"Ooooohhhhh, little Miss Punk Wannabe has an attitude." he retorted, not moving his hand. 

I knew he was talking about my dyed jet black hair, leather jacket, and combat boots.  I picked up his wrist and flung his hand, back at him.  "Weren't you ever taught any manners?"  I shot back trying to remember what I had learned in anger management. "Now, I am going back to sleep. Leave me alone."  I leaned my head against the window, and drifted to sleep.

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"Where are my Swedish fish?" I asked A.J. suspiciously.  I had just woken up.  To my dismay someone had eaten all my Swedish fish within the three hours I had been asleep.

"I dunno." A.J. answered through a mouth full of red stuff.

"You ate them didn't you?" I accused A.J., ripping the empty bag out of his hands.

"Yes." chorused the four other guys.

"You are so...ignorant." I growled.

"So, where are you going?" asked the tall one with the bushy eyebrows and amazing green eyes, trying to divert my attention.

"To my Uncle Lou's.  I... I don't remember the address."  I confessed.

"What's his last name?" he asked.

"Pearlman." I answered.

"No way!  Does he own Trans-Continental Records?" he inquired.

"I think.  Why?" I asked, still kind of tired.

"He's out manager.  That's where we're going.  Do you want a ride?" interrupted Howie.

"You mean I have to spend more time with HIM?" I asked, looking pointedly at A.J, who thankfully was fully engrossed in his Game Boy.

"Take it or leave it." said the blonde one.

"I'll take it, I guess." I answered, sighing.

Somehow we all managed to stay quiet until we had landed and got in the limo.  A.J. had finally broke the silence.  "Why are you down here?" he asked sitting across from me, in between, Brian and Howie.  He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't believe that is any of your business, it is?" I answered. For someone I had just met, he really got under my skin.

"No, it isn't" interrupted Brian, trying to cut off another argument. "So how long are you staying?"

"Three months, or whenever Uncle Lou can't handle me anymore." I replied, crossing my legs. I sat in between, the blonde one and the one with the bushy eyebrows and the green eyes. "Which client are you?"

"Backstreet Boys." responded the blonde one.

"Oh." I said. I had no idea who the Backstreet Boys were.  I had a feeling I would find out though.

The limo stopped and I opened the door.  In front of me stood a chain link fence.  Behind the fence was a mid-sized mansion. It was nothing compared to Kylie's though.  I saw the limo driver talking into and intercom. I didn't really feel like waiting for the gate to be unlocked.  So, I just out my backpack on and quickly climbed the fence.  Once I was on the other side, I turned around to see all 5 guys staring at me in shock.  I smiled cockily at them. "See y'all inside."  I called and began to walk up the driveway toward the mansion.