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Chapter 11
The
next day, Kris stepped off her place to a very crowded English airport. Just
to be safe, she had on sunglasses and a hat, trying to stay inconspicuous. Not
just because of Josh, but BsB sites and fans had been alerted to the fact she
was back with the guys and there were old pics of her all over the place. She
stopped and watched the world fly by as people walked around her, chattering
on phones and pulling suitcases. She didn't see the guys, so she picked up her
suitcases and sat down to read a magazine. Half an hour later, they still weren't
there. "Where are they?" Kris wondered, as a deep voice behind her
said, "Hello." *
"C'mon Train, could you drive any slower?" Brian complained, looking
out at the huge traffic jam ahead. Kevin didn't bother to answer him, but he
was as anxious as Brian. Everybody else was in back, talking, playing N64 or
whatever to pass the time. Brian glanced nervously at his watch, then settled
back in his seat, resigned to the fact they were going to be really late. *
Kris jumped, then peered up at an unfamiliar, but incredibly handsome guy, who
looked her age, 22.
"Can I help you?" she asked, taking in his simple, but expensive clothing, probably Armani. The young man's almost strangely deep green eyes smiled down at her and he replied,
"Well, I was watching you and found it strange someone so beautiful would have to wait here all alone." Kris turned bright red, but replied smoothly, "Thank you sir, but isn't it a bit hard to see my face under sunglasses and a hat? Besides, my ride isn't here yet, they're caught up in a big traffic jam. I'm Kris Tenom," she said, offering her hand.
"My name is Scott Camnin, and I'm glad to meet you Kris. So, what brings you to England?" he asked, talking a seat next to her. Kris thought, "Hey, he's someone to talk to, why not? I hope they get here soon.." She pulled off her hat and sunglasses, then smiled at Scott.
"Well, I'm here because I'm traveling around Europe for a few weeks with some friends, but I had some business back home to take care of and they've been here since last week." Kris stopped when she felt a soft touch on her arm. She turned and found an adorable little eight year old girl, and an older girl who looked to be 17 or so, running after her.
"Can I help you, miss?" Kris asked gently, seeing the girl's nervous expression.
"Um, are you Kristina Tenom?" she asked in a thick British accent, her voice shaking a little as she looked up at Kris.
"Yes, who are you hon?"
"I'm Mary Anne! Um, could I have your autograph?"
"Of course Mary Anne! Do you have anything for me to sign?" Kris asked, smiling at the older girl that was approaching them.
"Mary, didn't I tell you not to bother her?" she scolded gently, preparing to pull her away.
"But Jessi, it's her! She's going to give me her autograph!" Mary pleaded, handing Kris a paper and pen. Kris signed it for her, saying, "It's all right, she wasn't bothering me. But Mary, don't tell anyone I'm here, okay?" Mary Anne nodded and gave her a hug, and Kris consented to a few pictures. Mary Anne looked at Scott and asked Kris, "Where's Brian and the Boys? Who is he?"
"The guys are stuck in traffic and he is a friend of mine, Scott." Mary smiled.
"Cool, too bad I missed them! Bye Kris, bye Scott!" They waved and Kris pulled her hat and sunglasses back on.
"So, you're famous?" Scott asked, watching as the little girl approached a group of guys and a smiling blond. Kris smiled.
"If you want to put it that way. I think Mary found my ride home before I did, though." Kris giggled as she pointed, the guys signing for her not too far away.
"Hey, here's my number and address if you ever wanna go out while you're here," Scott offered, handing her a piece of paper.
"Hey, that's cool, I don't know how much longer we're here, but.."
"Wait,
those guys are you friends?" Scott asked as they approached, clad in hats
and sunglasses. *
Brian felt a pang of jealousy as he caught sight of Kris chatting with an incredibly
handsome stranger, but pushed it away quickly.
"Who's that?" Howie D. asked Kevin quietly, pointing at Scott as they approached.
"I don't have a clue," Kevin replied, glancing at Brian, then Nina. She shrugged, then ran up to the standing Kris and hugged her tight, almost knocking her over.
"Are you all right?" Nina whispered, looking at her disguised friend.
"Perfect, glad to be in London," Kris cried, hugging all the guys, then stopped as she came to Brian. Scott stood up and asked, "B-Rok, is that you?" Kris' mouth dropped open and Brian's eyes widened.
"Scott! Wow man, it's been ages since I've seen you! What have you been up to?" Brian asked excitedly, shaking his friend's hand.
"Wait, how do you know each other?" Na asked Scott, who replied, "From school, before he left us to become famous! Man, you guys are good, I have your CD's, they're impressive. But Kris, why are you traveling with them?"
"Well, I've known them for a while," she said, smiling at Brian, who looked confused.
"Brian, I missed you," Kris told him, hugging him close. Scott caught on and grinned.
"Man, you are lucky! Ya know, she looks like that one chick who hauled *ss a year or two ago on you.." Scott halted when Brian cringed and Kris stiffened.
"Nice meeting you Scott, maybe we'll see ya soon," Kris said and turned and left, unsure of how to deal with her struggling emotions. AJ ran after her and put an armaround her shoulders.
"He didn't know, Kris, don't be mad at him. Scott is a decent guy, he really is!" Kris smiled halfheartedly.
"I know, he was keeping me company and seemed pretty nice, but it still hurts when I think about how I left, and why." Then she brightened and gave AJ a brilliant smile.
"I'm with you guys again, and Josh isn't here and I'm gonna have so much fun on tour! Of course, there's shopping and cute British guys!" She started laughing at Brian's expression, 'cause he'd just joined them and only heard the last part. She held his hand and winked reassuringly at him.
"Don't worry B-Rok, I prefer cute Americans any day, especially ones with Southern accents!" Kris joked, punching him on the shoulder. *
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