A/N: Thanks to the coolest beta ever…MJ Livengood! Go You!
**This part is dedicated to MJ, because she’s an amazing writer! And I
want an update! Dammit! *grin*
Nick’s POV:
Nobody answers me, so I try again. If this is some fan who’s gotten a
hold of my phone number again, I’m gonna be really ticked of. Don’t get me
wrong, I love my fans, I really do, but some of them just don’t understand the
word privacy. I don’t mind talking to my fans when I’m out on official
Backstreet business, I’ll even sign an autograph or two in my spare time, but
really, I can’t be Nick Carter – Backstreet Boy 24/7. I need to just be Nick
Carter – twenty-something guy.
“Hello?” I hear something that sounds like someone swallowing.
“Uh…Nick?” It’s a guy. My heart starts beating faster. The person on the
other end sounds like
“Yeah…Who is this?” I can’t help chewing on my bottom lip, waiting for
the person to answer. It’s a bad habit, but I always end up doing it when I’m
nervous.
“Um…hi! It’s…it’s Marshall.” Holy shit! He called! He actually
called! I feel like jumping up and down, screaming for joy, but that would be a
little bit embarrassing, so I don’t. I only take a deep breath to try to remain
calm.
“Hi!” I say, “What’s up?” Suddenly I’m nervous about why he is calling.
Maybe he is just calling to shoot me down.
“Yeah…uh…I guess I was just wondering how you were doing.” He says.
“I’m good. Backstreet is back in the studio.” I feel like slapping
myself. Why the hell would he care about Backstreet being in the studio? Great
going Nick!
“Yeah? That’s cool.” He says and then there’s a pause. Great, he thinks
I’m an idiot. Okay, Nick, ask him something. Anything.
“So what’ve you been doing?” I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna know.
Okay I do.
“Nothin’ much. Been layin’ down some beats in the studio, read a couple
of scripts, stuff like that.” He tells me.
“Any interesting scripts?” I ask. I’m genuinely curious. I wanna get to
know him.
“Nah. Most of them want me to play some kinda rapper slash thug slash
trailer trash punk and I kinda wanna do something different you know?”
“Yeah,” I agree, “you wanna play something more of a stretch for you
right?”
“Exactly! I can’t keep playing Jimmy Smith Jr. for the rest of my acting
career.”
“So are you looking for something specific?” I sit down on the stool at
the breakfast counter.
“It would be kinda funny playing a lawyer or something like that.” He
says chuckling.
“You look good in a suit.” I DIDN’T just say that out loud! I can feel
my face heating up with embarrassment. Why do I have to have the stupid habit
of thinking out loud? Why? What kind of sick crime did I commit in a previous
life that warrants that kind of punishment?
“Maybe I’ll wear one the next time we hook up.” Did he just say what I
think he said? The next time we hook up? There’s gonna be a next time?
“There’s gonna be a next time?”
“Do you want there to be?” He asks.
“Yes!” Great! Way to sound desperate Nick! Keep going like this and
you’ll send him off screaming, and not in a good way. Damnit!
“I was hoping you’d say that…” I can hear him smiling over the phone. Or
maybe that’s just wishful thinking, I mean, when have you ever seen Marshall
Mathers smile? I thought so.
I really wanna tell him I miss him, but I can’t decide if it’s a bad
thing or not. I mean, I don’t wanna seem too clingy. What to do. What to do.
Okay, I’m just gonna go for it and hope for the best.
“I’ve missed you.” It’s almost a whisper and I close my eyes as soon as
the words have left my mouth, preparing to be ridiculed.
“I’ve missed you too.” Huh? What? Huh?
“You have?” My voice almost cracks, there’s so much surprise in the
question.
“Yeah. Fuck, I never thought I’d say this, but I haven’t been able to
stop thinkin’ about you.”
I…I…I think I’ve lost my ability to speak. I have to close my mouth soon
or my jaw will be sore. Wow…he can’t stop thinking about me! I’m screaming that
very sentence on the inside.
“Nick? Nick are you there?” Huh? Oh!
“Yeah…just…you caught me a little by surprise there.” I can’t help the
smile stretching across my face. I don’t think I’ve been this happy since I
found out Backstreet had gotten a number 1 hit for the first time.
“Yeah, fucking caught me by surprise too!” He laughs.
I chuckle. What else can I do? I’m flabbergasted. I don’t know what else
to say.
“So what are you doin’ right now?” He asks.
“Besides talking to you?” I ask.
“Yeah. What’re you doing?”
“Nothing. I was just about to go to bed. I’m kinda busted.” I tell him.
“Oh…sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was. I’ll let you get to bed.”
No! No! Don’t go!
“Don’t go!” Shit! “I…I don’t mind talking to you. In fact, it’s way
better than just laying in my bed sleeping.” He’s chuckling! Oh my God! I’ve
made a complete fool of my self. I’m going to kill my self.
“Aiight. So go lay down, and we’ll continue talking.” I nod, but then I
realize that he can’t see that.
“Okay.” I walk down the hall and into the bedroom. I can’t tell you how
happy I am right now that the cordless phone was invented.
As soon as I’m lying in my bed I sigh,
“Alright, I’m in bed now.” I tell him. I can almost hear him smirking
over the phone. You know that smirk right? It’s so fucking hot, I can feel my
dick responding just by thinking about it. Jesus. I can’t believe doesn’t take
more to get me riled up.
“So…what are you wearing?” He chuckles as he asks this, and I can’t help
but smile. The line is such a cliché and he knows it.
“Boxers and a T-shirt. Why?” I ask him chuckling, “What are you
wearing?”
“No reason. I just seemed like a good time to ask that question…” he’s
interrupted by someone in the background. What if he’s with some chick or
something. Oh God. It feel like I just swallowed a pound of concrete or something
like that.
“Okay Hai Hai, I’ll be right there.” Oh thank God! It’s his daughter.
He’s not with someone else. “Nick? I’m really fucking sorry, but I have to go.
Hailie needs me.”
I can’t really say I’m not disappointed, but I understand. And I tell him
that.
“Hey, I don’t have any plans for the weekend and Hailie is going to my
aunt’s house…if you’re not doing anything maybe I could fly down?” He sounds so
unsure of himself all of a sudden. It’s kinda cute. Wait! Did he just ask if he
could come down for the weekend? To see me?
“That would be great!” And the compulsion to jump up and down is back.
“You can just call as soon as you know when you’ll land.”
“Aiight. So I’ll make the arrangements and call you tomorrow?”
“Yes. Great! I can’t wait to see you.” I can’t help it. I have to tell
him that.
“Me too. Talk to ya tomorrow?” he asks. It’s sick, but I kinda like it
when he’s all unsure of himself.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I confirm.
“Aiight. Bye Nick.”
“Bye Marshall.” I hang up the phone and give into my compulsion. I jump
up on my bed and start jumping up and down.
Tbc?
~Part 7~ - Coming Soon!