Summary: 
The Backstreet Boys are celebrating St. Patrick's and Easter, and their friends are celebrating Passover. Darn the luck, Nick is finishing his directoring and Photography degree as the group prepares for their Up Close and Personal Tour. Explains what he believes and why the world seems to hate them. Can Nick from the bullies, and save his relationship with his new girlfriend? Can he celebrate 3 holidays and still not get in trouble and pass his classes, before the next tour, find out?
Dedicated in the memory of Leslie Carter.
Categories: Fanfiction > Backstreet Boys
Characters: AJ, Brian, Group, Howie, Kevin, Nick, Other
Genres: Action, Adventure, Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama, Dramedy, Fantasy, Historical, Horror, Humor, Romance, Science Fiction, Supernatural
Warnings: Death, Domestic Violence, Graphic Sexual Content, Graphic Violence
Challenges: Series: Backstreet Boys 's Holidays 2011/2012 Series!
Chapters: 20
Completed: Yes
Word count: 13265
Read: 26131
Published: 03/14/12
Updated: 04/17/12
Chapter 3: Waking up Howie's. by Dani824
2/28/2006
I went to my class again. "Now class are you ready for your test on St. Patrick and how he affected the world?" The teacher asked.
I raised my hand in class. "But Mrs. Jermeny, we haven't studied. Can I get a redo?" I asked her. "No!" She said. "For that Nick Gene Carter, you failed the entired class." She told the class
as they all laughed at me, even my new friends. Then I found myself naked in my seat and then running on stage naked with everyone booing at me and those bullies getting all the applause.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed on a perfect D flat note in fear as I woke up in my bed.
Howie was standing over me. "I knew it Nick, your not ready to go back to college yet, it can wait, at least you can go. The rich people in the USA don't let the people that are poor or have nervousness problems or ADD or ADHD go." Howie told Nick straight.
"It is sad, they should really change that, even when we had that girl helping us, I had to give credit to her sick sociopathic webmaster friend of your mean father and his trust fund friends that love the UN and it's bullshit." Howie told me.
"Howie!" I cried. "Why do you care?" I asked. "What happened?" I asked him.
"You and Melissa went out with Eric, you came here drunk, Eric helped me with the Futon and Melissa made you some breakfeast for today to try and get into your pants and I think she was serious about tutoring you for 3 of your classes too." Howie told me with a grin.
"Well," I told Howie. I do like them; their good people, but you know how picky the crowd we hang with our." I explained. "The most focused girl with a nervous disorder or possible one, who worked her butt off and they still reject her and almost us." I said to him with a sigh.
"My family is the same way. Anything bad someone else does, they blame her over her job and income class and genetics she had almost nothing to do with." I told Howie almost about to cry. Howie sighed. "I know." Howie said, giving me a hug. "I guess your still a bit hung over." He told me.
"I am just glad you got to my apartment here in LA, CA." He told me. "C'mon, you'll study tonight, and I'll let you out of work 20 minutes early so you can maker your tutoring date with Melissa and hang out more with your new Jewish friend, Eric." Howie told me with a happy smile. "What is his story?" Howie asked.
"Family supposedly belonged to the tribe of Levi, and his father is a preist so he wants to be a priest." I told him, as Howie got me some milk and a multi vitamin for me to take. Then heated the breakfeast Melissa made for me in the mircowave with a couple sheets of paper towel, a little water on the food that needed it, and a mircowave topper.
It was good. "You mean Rabbi." He told me. "That is cool." Howie said. "Fine, just make reherasals later, I'll call your brother Aaron and your sister, Leslie, let them know your ok and I have you for the morning." He told me, then gave me a huge hug. "Be careful ok. No DUI again, I would miss you if something bad happened to you. Even if the goverment let you go,
over just being rich and famous. It would still hurt us. Because we love you and we all want to be big in the world like Trump and them." Howie told me with a smile. Then another hug.