a/n: So I have no clue what happened last chapter, but it completely lost the entire middle of the story. However; I don't have time or motivation to rewrite it. So to sum three hundred words up into a few sentences: The boys caused antics at the school such as volunteering to read in English class, doing inappropriate improve scenes in theatre class, and pointing out any guy that hit on or looked at Sydney. Sorry for the inconvenience. x

Chapter nine – backstreet's back

Sydney's POV

I pulled into my driveway after dropping Theresa off and saw an unfamiliar vehicle in my driveway. I pulled in behind it, assuming it was one of my parent's friends and that I would just move when they left. I grabbed my heavy bookbag along with my purse and scrambled my way out of the car. I could still feel myself holding back tears, as I had been doing the entire time I was helping Theresa pick out a dress. It was hard enough for me to admit to myself that no one asked me to prom, let alone anyone else. The look the boys gave me was one of pity, and that made it even worse. I knew that they probably had no clue what it was like to be so undesired, every girl in existence thought they were attractive.

I opened up the door to my house and made my way upstairs. Dropping my keys in the bowl and my bag at the door, I dragged myself off to my bedroom. I let out a large sigh as I plopped onto my bed, stomach down. I pulled a pillow close to me and began to sob. I lied there for a good five minutes before I realized I had forgotten to shut the door. Pulling my lifeless body out of the warm bed, I looked into a mirror and saw my face stained with mascara. I tried wiping it away, but it just made it look like I had a black eye. I sighed once more and gave up, walking to the door to shut it. I turned for a moment to be shut off into darkness. My reaction was to kick back, hearing a groan in the process.

"Geez, Syd, was that really necessary?" I heard my brother moan from behind me.

"Bro, you know I defend myself. Eighteen years of living with you taught me that." I replied, matter-of-factly. "What are you doing, anyway?"

"You're coming with me." He said, tying the blindfold and starting to push me.

"Tanner, I'm really not in the-" I started. He cut me off with a quick poke in the back, "Move."

I reluctantly made my way downstairs and into the passengers seat of the car, making Tanner grab my purse on the way. He started out of the driveway. Tanner was two years my senior and was on break from university. We had a pretty solid relationship, one that was normal for siblings to have. I thought about our childhood and stayed silent until we reached our destination.

"Tanner, I swear, if you are up to something I'm going to make you strangle on your own flem."

"Oh hush up and keep moving," he said, pulling me forward.

I could hear shrill screams and excited chatter. I quickly remembered the status of my face and stopped abruptly.

"Bro, I need to fix my makeup, I look like a haggard raccoon." To this he complied and allowed me to check my face and clean it up with a tissue. He kept his hands to my face as blinders and promptly tied the bandana around my face again. I sighed once more and headed in the direction he pushed me.

I could hear excitement louder and louder as we neared and I couldn't help but run scenarios through my head. Everything looped around my brain, from a puppy show to abominable snowmen. Finally we had stopped. I heard a simultaneous 'shh' come from around me as Tanner slowly untied my darkness.

I opened my eyes to see myself outside of the large shopping center in my town. Surrounding me was the faces of excited girls and families, stopping to see what all the commotion was about.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Niall appear from the crowd. His guitar in hand, he opened his mouth to sing. I didn't know what I was expecting; maybe one of One Direction's songs, or a sweet serenade, but that was not it.

"Everybody," he started out. "Rock your body. Every body, rock your body right."

"Backstreet's back, alright!" All of the boys came out of the crowd in perfect harmony. All of a sudden Niall put down his guitar and music came out of the loud speaker.

They started with somewhat of a synchronized dance, but I could tell it was rough.

This time it was Zayn who sang out, "Oh my god we're back again. Brothers, sisters, everybody say. Gonna bring the flavor, show you how. Got a question for ya, better answer now."

"Am I original," Harry stepped forward. "Am I the only one? Am I sexual?" At this part I couldn't help but burst into laughter as Harry went up to Louis and starting pelvic thrusting.

They continued again in harmony, "Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now. Everybody, rock your body. Everybody, rock your body right. Back street's back, alright!"

Liam waltzed forward, "Now through your hands up in the air. Wave 'em around like you just don't care. If you wanna party, lemme hear ya yell! 'Cause we got it going on again."

Harry repeated his part again, only with an even more imprecise dance. However, this made me laugh and gave me the pick me up I needed. They continued on with the song in harmony and I danced around, enjoying it.

The music faded and I clapped along with the other people. I looked up, wiping the tears of joy out of my eyes. The boys had frozen. About three seconds later I saw them all move towards me.

Louis' voice trembled as he looked me in the eyes and sang, "Got a question for ya, better answer now."

"Will you go to prom with us?" They all said, smiling.

I could do nothing but nod in surprise as they all backed up. Jumping in the air they all shouted, "Backstreet's back, alright!"

I was still in shock when Tanner came up behind me, "So, what do you think? I helped them plan the whole thing while you were shopping."

I could only muster out a few words between gasps for air, "I… really hope… someone… got that on video."

Tanner laughed as he showed me the video camera in his palm.

I laughed more and turned redder then I ever had in my life. The only thought going through my mind was, "Crap, I have five days to find a dress."