It had been a week since my Backstreet encounter and my life had settled down considerably as far as dreaming and hoping and slapping myself for dreaming and hoping. Tomorrow I hop on a plane bound for Charlotte. I couldn�t wait to see Christina again; it had been eight months since her last visit down. I had been shopping, for whatever reasons a vacation, no matter how small meant new clothes. The stereo was on and I was packing my suitcase when the phone rang. It was unavailable but I am so excited I don�t care,
�Hello?�
�Hi, Quinn.� I could barely hear for the music and walked over to turn it off,
�Hold on�ok hello?� I could hear a little laughter,
�Great song, I like it myself.� I was silent as I tried to figure out who is was because there was no way it was who I thought it was,
�Hello? You still there?� I stammered,
�I, uh, yeah, sorry.� He laughed again,
�Its Nick�Carter, remember?� How could I forget? Of course I remember. Calm Quinn, you�re supposed to be calm,
�Sorry about the music, yeah, what�s up Nick?�
�Eric wants to kill me. He mentioned you hadn�t called and I had to tell him I forgot to give you his number.� I looked around and grabbed a pen and piece of paper,
�Yeah, I remembered that too late too. Ok, I�m ready to copy.� I copied the number and I hoped he wouldn�t hang up after that,
�So, no plans tonight?�
�Nope just packing.�
�Really�where are you going?� Should I tell him? Why not, I�m sure it�s not the first time he has heard of someone traveling to see them,
�Actually, I�ll be in Charlotte visiting a friend and seeing your concert.� I prayed he wouldn�t think I was stalking him,
�Really? Cool, so you�re still on vacation then right?� How in the hell did he remember that?
�Yeah, another eight days then the party is over.�
�We get to Charlotte tomorrow afternoon, maybe I�ll see you. Eric is going to be upset he won�t see you.�
�Why won�t he see me?�
�He had to take a few days off the tour and take care of some stuff back home. Its nothing big I don�t think; just something that had to be done.� Our conversation became more relaxed once we got on the subject of football, although he wasn�t thrilled with my Tampa Bay Bucs comments. Then it was my turn at false offense when he was surprised I knew so much about football, I quickly had to let him know because I had breasts didn't mean I couldn�t like sports. We got started on Adam Sandler movies and some of our favorite lines as we watched Big Daddy together,
�Have I stopped you from packing?� I laughed,
�You are SO considerate�two hours later.� He laughed,
�Hey, it�s the thought that counts.� I stretched a moan escaped my mouth,
�No, I finished and I�m lying in bed now.�
�Nice sounds while you�re telling me you�re in bed and I�m laying here on my bus alone, thanks.� Ok, now I don�t know what to say,
�Sorry.� He laughed a little,
�Nah, its ok, I liked it.� Is he flirting with me? Are you crazy? Of course not,
�You better go, I know your flight is kind of early�hey, um, when you get to Charlotte you can give me a call, if you want.� If I want, why wouldn�t I want?
�Ok, sure.�
�Tell me when you�re ready.� I lean over and grab the paper that had Eric�s number,
�Ok, shoot.�
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