I am ashamed to admit this… But apparently not ashamed enough to tell you.
Last night, in a desperate attempt to return to my adolescence, I got on the internet and searched “Backstreet Boys Fanfiction”. You see, in junior high, I was the textbook example of a teenybopper. There was no “Team Edward” “Team Jacob” bullshit. You were either a Backstreet Boys fan, or an N*Sync fan.
I was full-on BSB. My friend Caitlin and I ate, drank, and slept BSB. We went to concerts, recorded TV appearances, watched TRL on the phone together. We stole a banner (I need to find that in my parents’ basement) and even went so far as to chase their tour bus on foot… I’m not proud of that.
But we had a notebook that we passed back and forth in the hallways of our junior high. This notebook was filled with (obviously) fictional stories about Nick Carter, Brian Littrell, and Caitlin and me. They were all fairly innocent, consistently ending on a yacht in Florida during my marriage to Nick and Caitie’s marriage to Brian.
Then I started turning to the interwebs to see what else people were writing about the Backstreet Boys–and my mind was blown. People wrote DIRTY stories about the BSB. And on top of that (haha) people wrote slash fanfiction about them (slash = guy on guy in the fanfic world)! I was appalled. That’s not to say that I didn’t read some of the dirty BSB stories. I credit much of my sexual education to online fanfiction.
Obviously, the BSB fell off the map, and I grew up and just started buying Harlequin romance novels. But last night, I wanted to read about the good ole Backstreet Boys. And to my HUGE disappointment…there is hardly any fanfiction left about them!
It’s probably been about 12 years since I last searched it. Crazy how the internet changes. And crazy how things you never thought would disappear…do.
PS, you can laugh at me. I did.