~*Tristian's POV*~
I was coming back from a student-teacher conference in New York when I missed my plane and got put on another one that went to Orlando, Florida. I was trying to get home to California for homecoming weekend at my university. In the Orlando airport, I sat down in the first empty seat I could find with my backpack, my leopard print cowboy hat, and my McDonald's lunch.
While I was sitting there, a young man in a hooded sweatshirt and sunglasses sat down to my right. "Nice hat," he said.
"Thanks, it's my AJ hat," I told him nonchalantly.
"AJ of the Backstreet Boys?" he asked.
"You know...it could be 'N Sync...or is that JC? So many letters, so many bands. How can you tell them apart."
"I think he's from the Backstreet Boys," the man stated.
"And how would you know? Are you a fan?"
"Yeah."
"Who's your favorite?" I asked him.
"AJ."
"Oh, no, not him. He can't sing. He sounds like a cat screaming for mercy." The man started to say something, but I cut him off. "Wait, wait, wait. This is the good part," I said, singing along with the music on the speakers in the airport. The song was "All I Have to Give" by the Backstreet Boys. Howie Dorough was singing. After Howie was done singing, I said, "Okay, you can talk now, this is the unimportant part."
On my left, another young man sat down. He had blonde hair cut in a very messy style. "Hi, Age, who's your friend?" he asked of the man sitting beside me.
"I'm Tristian," I said, "and you are?"
"Nick," the blonde replied.
"Oh, like the guy in 'N Sync...no, that's Justin, I think."
Nick and the other man beside me exchanged glances. My hat was down over my eyes, so I couldn't really see who was sitting beside me. I was slouching in the chair, trying to relax after being routed to Orlando, instead of California.
I was sitting there in my chair about to chomp on a french fry, when I felt someone tapping on my hat to the beat of the song on the speakers.
"Okay, Tristian, what's your opinion of Brian?" the man to my right asked.
"Oh, you mean the one with the big blue eyes that you just melt into? Yum." At the word "Yum," the drumming on my head stopped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone practically fall headfirst into the chair beside Nick. "You know, most people sit in chairs, but if you wanna fall head first, go for it," I said sarcastically.
Over the speakers, I heard "Now boarding, Flight 272 to Sacramento, California." I got up, told the guys that that was my flight and walked over to the gate. Because my flight was messed up, I was given a first class seat. I found where my seat was and sat down, not expecting many people to be on the flight; it was a Friday night. I was just getting comfortable, when I heard two familiar voices behind me. It was the guys from the terminal. They didn't say anything at first, because I don't think they saw me, but once they noticed the hat, they knew who I was.
"Fancy meeting you here," Nick said, sitting down beside me.
"Yeah, what are you doing here?" the one who fell into the chair beside Nick said in his southern accent.
"Well, I'm on the plane, obviously I'm going where the plane is going. How come I don't know your names and you all know mine?"
"Oh, well, I'm Brian," the one with the southern accent said.
"And I'm Alex," the one in the hood said, resting his arms on the back of my seat. "Why are you heading to the Golden State?" Alex asked.
"I live there, for one. For two, it's homecoming weekend at my university." I tilted my head back to look at Alex."Well, we've got some business in California to take care of," Nick said. "Can we come?"
"Sure, it's open to the public, but there's one catch, there's no football team, unless you think of soccer in the European sense."
"Sounds like fun," Alex said. "When, where, and how long?"
"Well, its all weekend. Why don't you just follow me when we land and then you'll know."
"We should call Kev and Howie, and let them know," Brian said. "This way they can meet us at the airport and follow us there."
"Good idea," Nick said. "Tell them to bring my Gameboy."
The three men went on and on about video games and sports the entire flight to Sacramento. I put on my headphones and listened to the Backstreet Boys singing as I filled out my report on the conference.