Fans scream the boys' names, take pictures with them, and some of them go as far as to cry. I felt misplaced in all the chaos. Nobody knew me, they didn't care. They were actually kind of rigid, wondering my connection to the boys. First question: "Who's lovely girlfriend is this, lads?"
Answer, laughs, snickers, and choking because of the ridiculousness of the question. "I'm actually Michael's sister, Katrina. Clifford."
"Well you're a very beautiful girl, Katrina. May I call you Kat?"
"You may, the boys do."
"Beautiful, but so quiet, my dear. Tell us this, how did we not know about your sister, Michael?"
"As you may know, our parents are divorced. I live with my father, and she lived with my mother.We hadn't have contact in the four years since."
I jump in, "I'm...taking a little break from school at the moment. I missed my brother, needed to see him. I'll admit, it was a little unnerving. But once I saw him, met the boys, I felt oddly at home."
"There's no question you and the boys make a puzzle perfect. You've all got the look, the style."
I've never noticed before how silly and hyper interviewers act. The man was a crisp, neat, not eye candy man, but handsome. The women was beautiful, wearing a sexy dress, and was definitely running the show.
"So," she continues, "Give us the details. You say you get along with the boys alright. Who's your favorite?"
I think a moment about what the right answer is. "Dismissing my brother and Calum, who's an old friend, I'd say Ashton. We're getting along brilliantly." We share a look.
"Am I sensing romance perhaps?"
"No," we both rush to say.
She looks to the other boys, a mysterious twinkle in her golden brown eyes. "Luke, you haven't said much." He shrugs.
"He and I have yet to bond. We have a deep, respectful understanding of each other. I have trust issues at times, and he's kind of...shy?"
"Or perhaps the chemistry would be too much for us to handle! Hmmm?"
"I just got out of a bad relationship and I'm here to visit family. I'm not interested in anything more than a friend any time soon."
"But you aren't dismissing that something could happen."
"There always is that possibility, yes. Anything could happen. But not with us."
I could barely control the tone of my voice. Luckily, they dropped it and talked about the boys, their music and incoming CD. I listened, zoned in and out. I was frazzled. Could something happen between Luke and I? Yes. But would something? Not. A. Chance. I doubted we'd even become friends. And I was okay with that, with not being friends with him. But the thought of being something else? Something more? The thought was there, overwhelming, welcoming, inviting. I couldn't stop the invasion of wanting that. Of wanting him.