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Chapter Two

After I got out of the shower, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. I thought about Molly, I realized I hadn’t exactly got see what she actually looked like. After all it was pretty gloomy on the stairs. I’m sure she was beautiful. She had to be. I hoped I would bump into her tomorrow, it didn’t seem likely. She’d most probably be sleeping. Then it hit me; I could leave a message for her at the reception desk. I would leave my phone number. I looked over to my cell then speed dialled Howie.

“Hey, D! I need your help with something.” I said in excitement.

“AJ, it’s too darn early to be awake. Go back to sleep.” He groaned.

“….You didn’t even hear me out, dude.”

“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?” Howie asked getting frustrated with me.

“No! It’s really important, D. It’s in your area of expertise anyway,” I said, “it’s a girl.”

“For me? Jay, I have a girlfriend already.” Howie yawned.

“Um no, it’s actually for me.” I replied.

“Alexander James Mclean has found…a girlfriend? I thought you gave up on them.” Howie teased.

“Shut up, Howard. She’s not my girlfriend. She‘s a photographer, I just want to see her stuff, y‘know. ” I defensively said.

“So what do you want my professional help with?” He asked.

“Um I want to leave a message for her at reception. My phone number to be specific.” I smiled to myself.

“What if she thinks you’re some creepy stalker?”

“….Why would she think that? How can a Backstreet Boy be a stalker?” I asked confused.

“Hmm, let’s see - AJ meets girl, AJ leaves his phone number at reception for her, AJ chases after her. I think that’s considered being a stalker, Jay.” He seemed satisfied with getting his point across.

“Fine, I’ll do it without your help then.” I hung up.

What do I need his help for anyway? I’m a grown man. I can leave a message at reception for a girl, can’t I? I’m pretty sure I can. I mean it’s not that difficult. I don’t need anybody to help me leave just one damn message for a girl. I’m not a bloody teenager. I dumped on some jeans and a tee-shirt and made my way down to the hotel lobby. I waited as the elderly man in front of me finished booking in and shuffled along to the elevator. I cleared my throat.

“Hello, sir. What can I do for you?” The male receptionist greeted.

“Um…Is it alright if I leave a message for someone?” I said biting my lip as I thought what to say.

“Sure, whom may this be to?”

“Molly Levesque, that’s who the message is for.” I replied.

“Ah yes, Miss Levesque. Lovely lady. So what do you want to leave her, sir?” He asked not looking up from his computer.

“..Uh. Can you just leave my cell number and say an AJ Mclean left it?” I said writing my number on a piece of paper.

“Of course. Anything else?” The gentleman replied taking the paper from the desk.

“Nope, thanks a lot though.” I grinned as I turned to go back to my suite.

That wasn’t so hard. What if she doesn’t call me? Damn. That was the only flaw in my plan. Maybe Howie was right, maybe she thinks I’m a total freak. Which I am. I’m not denying that at all. I just hope she thinks this is for business purposes, because it is. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea, although knowing everything I do or say, everyone always gets the wrong idea.