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A.N.: Hey y'all! Yes, another fic. Lol. This one is finished, but will be posted up one chapter at a time, like all the others. And it's actually up elsewhere, but I never get reviews there, so figured I'd post it up here. I also wrote this a few years back. Enjoy!

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Friends are supposed to be forever, right? Wrong. Friends are nothing but back-stabbing assholes, who use you to suit their needs whenever they feel like it. That’s exactly what friends are. I don’t believe there is such thing as a real friend. Especially after all that has happened over the past few years.

Confused? Well, let me explain my reasoning to you. My name is Nick Carter, Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys to be exact. This whole mess started back in 1993, when I thought I’d found someone who actually liked me for me, and who would always be a real friend. Well, as it turned out, I was wrong. More wrong than I ever expected to be. At first everything was great; we were real chummy and everything. He was always there when I needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to laugh with (or at). Then, something changed. I’m not quite sure what it was, but something happened without us noticing it at first. When I think back about all that we went through, I actually kind of wish we’d never drifted apart. He was a great friend in the beginning, my best friend actually.

Here, I’ll show you what I mean....