It wasn't my fault. I was my usual cute and charming self, despite the rambling. It was him. . . it was Nick. I didn't do anything wrong. Brian explained Nick to me once I had him in the chair.
"Hey," he said catching my glance in the mirror with those pleading blue eyes of his. "don't pay any attention to Nick's attitude today. He's in a mood."
"What is it PMS?" I asked. "Speaking of PMS. . . in about two weeks you guys may want to tread lightly around me." See there I go rambling again. I know what you're thinking, 'Ohmygosh, she just told a Backstreet Boy about her monthly cycle.' I don't know what to say. I get stupid when I'm nervous. Brian did laugh though.
"No nothing like that. More like girl problems. I think it's seriously over with this one and he's none too happy about it," he replied.
"Aaawww poor Nick," I said sarcastically.
"I know. Look you didn't hear this from me," he warned.
"Hear what?" I asked putting on my most convincing innocent face.
"Thank you Alexis," he said hopping out of the chair. "Oh yeah, he doesn't like wearing makeup or having makeup put on him at all. Actually none of us like it but Nick more so than anyone else. He absolutely hates it."
"Ok thanks. . . I'll keep that in mind," I replied.
"Hey Alexis good job," he said checking himself out in the mirror.
"That's what I'm here for sweetie," I told him with a grin.
As I was rearranging my brushes who should walk in but Mr. Carter. He walked by me and plopped down into the chair.
"Let's get this over with and don't make me look like a girl," he warned.
"Nick," I gasped. "You have so little faith in my skills. Did I make the other guys look like girls?" He didn't respond.
From the moment I started combing and styling his mop of gold locks he started to complain and question my skill. I was almost at my wits end. I really wanted to beat him with the hair brush but I took a few calming breathes and I didn't hurt him. His complaints continued as I started on the makeup.
"That's too much blush," he grumbled.
"See shows how much you know. This isn't blush Nick, it's face powder. So that rather large nose of yours doesn't shine on camera," I replied through gritted teeth.
"I do not have a large nose," he said.
"Yeah sure. . . let you tell it. Look will you just keep your mouth shut so I can do my job. This is my first day. I'm nervous enough as it is and you flapping your lips and moving around really isn't helping you at all. You may not come out of this looking like a girl but I am not responsible if you come out of this looking like a clown," I said.
"You can't talk to me like that!" he exclaimed.
"You can't talk to me like that! Save your "diva moment" for someone else. You don't intimidate me, Nicky," I said staring him down in the mirror. We stared at each other for a moment. It was like an eye war; if there is such a thing. My light browns fought valiantly with his blues. Neither of us were willing to back down though. Eventually I had to look away to finish my job. I turned away from him and grabbed my brow brush.
"Geez like you're the first person to get dumped," I muttered.
"What did you say?" he asked swivelling the chair around to face me.
"Nothing. . . besides I was talking to myself."
"I heard what you said. Who told you that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was talking to myself. . . it was a private conversation. How dare you eavesdrop?"
"Don't think your smart ass remarks are going to make me forget about my question. Who told you that?"
"I don't have to answer your question if I don't choose to," I said.
"Fine! I'll find out eventually. For the record I wasn't dumped," he said swivelling around to face the mirror.
"That's not what I heard," I said.
"Who cares what you heard? You don't know anything and whoever told you what you think you know they don't either," he fairly yelled.
"Will you stop moving before you lose an eye," I said trying to tame his eyebrows.
The rest of the day continued just like this. We were basically at each other's throats. A few times one of the guys had to come between us. I swear no one had moved me to violence quite like Nick Carter.
When the day was over, I was glad for it. All I wanted to do was go home to my little loft and crawl into bed. At times it was a frustrating day and at times it was fun thanks to the other guys. Once I was done and I had them looking gorgeous for their last appearance I did just that. I went home, fed my goldfish, Goldie Gills and climbed into bed. Then my phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey bitch!! How was your day with the Backdoor Boys. Who's really gay? Who has gay tendencies? And who's kidding themselves?"
"Joshua! Your gay ass, you wish!! Two of them are married and one is engaged! For your information they're all straight as far as I can tell."
"Come on girlie!! Give me the dish. You spent the whole day with them. Or are you keeping everything secret from me because you had a huge orgy with the Backstreet Boys?" Ladies and gentlemen, my bestfriend Joshua Miller. Joshua is gorgeous, funny, smart and gay as hell.
"No Joshua I did not have an orgy with the Backstreet Boys. I was there to work not. . . . flirt," I told him.
"You weren't about to say flirt, Lexie. You were about to say 'fuck'. Even though I know you did flirt. Anyway we're not talking about that. I want some DISH!! Gimme the goods," he said.
"Ok ok, don't get your panties all in a bunch. What do you want to know?"
"Uumm hello what do you think I want to know?"
"Kevin is straight. . . straight as a ruler. In any case you know I'd give you a run for your money, sweetie."
"Yeah ok fine what else?"
"Uuumm let me think who was your second choice? Oh yeah AJ. . . straight. I don't know what to tell ya sweetie. They are all straight, like I said before. I know it hurts but. . . you'll get over it."
"Please I'm fine. So how was your day? Oh and is Kevin as hot in person?"
"My day was ok. Oh and he's hotter. It was hard to concentrate on putting makeup on him with those green eyes staring at you," she said with a sigh.
"OK so why was your day just ok?" he asked. Joshua was also extremely perceptive, almost to the point where it was scary.
"Well it was," I said quickly.
"No, this was huge for you. For days. . . you were obsessing over this job. Before you even got the job you were obsessing. The day you heard about the job you were obsessing. Now I ask you how was your day and you sound like you don't even want to talk about it. Were one of those evil straight boys mean to you?" I couldn't help but laugh. He had that affect on people. Even when I felt my lowest he could bring a laugh out of me.
"Oh so now that you know they're straight they're "evil straight boys?" I asked.
"Stop trying to change the subject. What happened? You know I'll bagger you till you tell me," he threatened.
"Ok ok. . . well it's Nick," I said.
"My tighty whitey hottie?" he asked aghast.
"Ok. . . let's not talk about your fantasies right now. We're talking about my problems remember?" I guess I should explain a little. . . Joshua has a thing for guys in tighty whities and he has told me time and time again that he thinks out of all of the Backstreet Boys that Nick would look the best in them. I know, when he first told me I didn't think it was info I needed to know either.
"Ok yeah. . . I'm sorry but answer this first. Is he-"
"He's straight Josh!"
"Hey! You know I don't like being called Josh but do go on. You were complaining."
"He was a complete asshole today. . . the whole day. The rest of them were so sweet. . . and charming. . . and friendly. They were perfect but he was mean and. . . AND he questioned my skill! You know I take that personally! He had some nerve to question it too, he thought the face powder was blush!"
"Ok honey, I hear ya. Calm down. Take some breathes or something. Maybe he was just having a bad day or something."
"Well according to Brian he was having girl problems," I said.
"Ooohh," Joshua said.
"That still doesn't give him the right or a reason to take it out on me!" I exclaimed. Just talking about the whole thing was getting me upset all over again.
"Ok hold on there sweetheart. Don't act like you don't take things out on me when one of your boyfriends go bad. And I know I don't deserve it," he replied.
"Alright, good point."
"Aren't you going to be working with them all weekend?"
"Yeah. . . not to mention their upcoming tour."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I guess. . . I'll have to give Nick the benefit of the doubt. . . if I'm going to be able to work with him. I'm not apologizing, though."
"I never said you should. OK now that the trauma is out of the way can I get some more dish out of you? You must know I have more questions then the ones I asked you." I burst into a fit of giggles when he said that. I swear I know Joshua too well. Once he was sure I was fine and the 'trauma', as he put it, was out of the way we were back to talking about him and his fantasies.
