I'll Manange
by Cata
Who says I need you? As long as I believe in myself, I'll live.
I walked along the beach. The sun was setting. The sky was a fiery red. The sea reflected the scene.
I fell in love with the sight the first time I saw it. Now I had come to say goodbye.
I couldn't stand Florida anymore, nor could I stand America, or any place that remind me of Nick Carter. I decided to move to Spain. In where they speak a different language, lead a different life... Anything to get away from the memories of Nick and I. Nick and I had our good times, but now they've come to an end. I recall the first time we met...
I was sitting on this very beach, crying. My boyfriend had just died, and the worst was that he cheated on me. I didn't find out till few days after his death. His friend sent me pictures of he and a girl kissing. We never got to work things out. We never got to say goodbye. I had lost all I got to him. I was not sure if he still feel guilty. Part of me want him to, because I loved him; part of me didn't, because I loved him too much.
Just when I was about to get up, Nick crashed into me. Before he had a chance to say anything, I ran away. I didn't want to face another boy. Not yet.
Next morning, I found Nick at my door holding a bunch of beautiful wildflowers. He apologized for crashing into me. He asked me why was I crying. I told him everything. I couldn't believe myself, I told him- a total stranger that I didn't even know, when I didn't even tell my bestfriend I'd known for years. He worked things out with me, cheered me up with his jokes and laughter. I wouldn't know what to do if I hadn't got him at that time.
We spent lots of time together. I got to know his friends. We all got along great. I swear, it's the best time of my life.
Then few weeks ago, a very bad day, I went to his place to visit him. He wasn't expecting me, he thought I was still in England, but I came back a few days earlier. "Hi, Nicole," was the first thing he said when he opened the door, and kissed me. I didn't return it. "Hi, Nicky honey. How are you?" I said in a sugary fake voice when the kiss is over. "Uh, hi, Caitriona. What are you doing here?" he stammered. "I can see that I am not welcomed," I said in a stone-cold voice, and it scared Nick. "I-" "Hi, Nicky!" a shrilly voice popped up from behind. I turned to see a petite blond with bunches on top of her head and was grinning like an barbie. She went up to Nick and kissed him. I stood there shocked, so was Nick, for a different reason. "So I guess we're over, right?" I asked him wryly. "No, please, Cata. I can explain." "Fine, Nick. But I don't want to hear your stupid excuse." I left him standing there. He couldn't move, that blond-head was still hugging him like one of her precious doll.
I was devastated after that. I cried for seven days non-stop. I was really surprised that my eyes didn't turn puffy, just blood-shot.
I left immediately. I packed light and went straight to the airport. I bought a ticket to Spain.
I better go home. I mean the house by the beach which Miguel and I rented for the vacation. I didn't want Miguel to worry. Now, just think wrong. Miguei wasn't my boyfriend. I wasn't that sort of girl who just lost her boyfriend and pry on another one at once.
Miguel was a absolutely gorgeous Spanish guy. How did I meet him? That's another story.
Out of all people in Spain, I came across Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.
I am living in a hotel. No one really know that I am here. Well, except my boss. My parents do, at least I think so. They're in heaven.
I walked down the corridor. I always do that, since it can be pretty boring sometimes in the evening. I can't go out the pubs everyday. Not me. Sometimes I would come across some tourists and chat to them. You can learn a lot. But today, I didn't meet any tourists. I met Nick. Or I caught Nick.
I was walking down the corridor, and I accidentally brushed(a bit harder, but not hard enought to use knock) a girl who was kissing someone. I mumbled an apologize to her and started to walk away. I hate catching people kissing. It was an embarrassment to me. The girl smiled and said it's alright. I had to say, that she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had dark hair, not as dark as mine, big eyes, perfect lips, body, and a great smile. But what attracted me most was not her, it was the one she was kissing.
You couldn't imagine the shock, the fear, the sadness and anger I had at that time. All confused. Nick saw me. He has that shocked look, again. I didn't know whether to slap him or not. My hand was half-way in the air. My mind raced. He wasn't my boyfriend anymore, so he hadn't done anything wrong. If he move too fast from one girl to another, it's not my problem.
I lowered my arm and walked away.
Nick started running after me. I skimmed across the grounds. It was faster than being chased by a shark. Luckily I was a fast runner.
All the way I went, with Nick close behind me. I spotted a dark alley and shot into it. Hoping to lose Nick.
Then I felt a tight grip on a arm. I screamed. That person put a hand over my mouth. It was a man. And, I had to say, he smell nice.
Nick must had heard me screamed. Who wouldn't? It was so loud. I try to loosen the grip, but I couldn't. Whoever that was, he sure had a firm grip.
"Escaping?" he asked. I nodded. "I won't hurt you. Come with me."
I didn't really have much choice. Either I followed this guy whom I didn't know, worse than Nick, I met him in an alley. Or I would wait for the devil to find me.
He was a localer. And he sure did know his way around. From my experience, not everyone did. Some of them only know the way to their home, the nearest market, their offices.
We stopped to catch our breath at a poor neighbourhood.
"I don't know whether you would like this or not. But if you want to, you can stay at my apartment. It's small but cosy. I won't mind a bit."
I was not shocked at his suggestion, but at my reaction.
"Sure. Why not,"
I couldn't believe what I said. I just couldn't. It just wasn't my way. I guess my emotions were too mixed up to think clearly.