�Ouch, its not nice to hit.� Elliott looked over at me and rolled his eyes,
�I told you about changing the radio station in my car.� I sat back and crossed my arms and he looked over and laughed,
�Now, just hold your breath and you�ll have the five year old act down perfect.� I couldn�t help but crack a smile. He flipped the station back just in time as Quit Playing Games came on the radio,
�So, who was on the phone? I didn't know you had a gentleman caller.� I looked over at him and rolled my eyes,
�A gentleman caller Elliott? What the fuck?� He sighed,
�That mouth of yours is just awful.� I giggled as Nick�s voice filled the car and pointed at the radio,
�It was him.� He frowned,
�It was him what?� I never told Elliott about Nick, there was no need to, all communication between us had stopped before I ever met Elliott,
�The guy on the phone was one of the Backstreet Boys.� He looked over at me skeptically,
�Ok and Rupert Everett calls me every night and sings me to sleep.�
�I�m serious Elliott, I met them a couple of months ago. Originally, I hung out with one of the dancers one day but a couple of times I hung out with Nick.� He nodded,
�Ok, I believe�Nick�is that the one with the facial hair that looks like a maze?� I laughed,
�No, that�s AJ.� I figure this could be good for laugh and let him try to figure it out on his own,
�He�s not the one with the kid is he Quinn?� What the hell,
�Wrong group, that�s Joey and he�s in Nsync.� He sighed,
�Like it makes a difference.� I looked over at him,
�You know you like Backstreet songs. I�ve heard you sing them.� He looked over and smiled,
�Well, you can�t deny a good pop song although this latest album they could have kept to themselves.� I rolled my eyes,
�Whatever, he�s the blonde, the youngest.� He laughed,
�You and your white boys�never pictured you as the blonde type though.� I laughed,
�You�re white�besides I don�t have a type but he is my first blonde crush, I like all men.� He whispered,
�And probably some women too.� I slapped his arm,
�I am not gay cut it out.� When I hit his arm he swerved and I couldn�t help but laugh,
�Are you crazy? You�re going to kill us.� I laughed,
�Such a drama queen.�
It was one o clock in the morning when I made it home and the slight buzz felt nice. The night may have just started for some but it was definitely over for me as I locked myself inside. Although I spent many nights up roaming my apartment until two sometimes three in the morning it was in the comfort of my own home and didn't require logical thought and a lot of energy. I threw my purse and clothes on the chair in the corner, at least that was the plan as I sighed and watched them fall to the floor. Whatever, they�ll be there tomorrow. I collapsed into the bed too tired or lazy take your pick, to get in the shower. My makeup was still on and I sighed loudly as I climbed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. The least I could do was clean my face. Of course my eyes were closed tight and my face full of cleanser when the phone rings. Why is Elliott calling from his cell phone? By the time I made it to the bedroom the phone had stopped ringing and unavailable was on the screen. Elliott�s numbers always show up. I slid underneath the blanket and smiled at the comfortable feeling once the bed was warm and I was settled. The phone rang again and my stomach dropped. The feeling you get from a call in the early morning hours was like a punch in the gut. I�d rather not answer but I�d go crazy wondering who called and what they wanted to talk about. I gave in and answered,
�Hello?� My shaky voice loud and clear,
�Hey, did I wake you up?� I shook my head a few times before remembering I needed to speak,
�No.� I could barely hear the other person,
�What are you doing?� What the hell would I be doing after one in the morning?
�I�m in bed.�
�I�ll let you go I just wanted to give you Eric�s new number. Get a pen.� I shook my head; I can�t believe I didn�t catch his voice,
�Oh Nick, ok, hold on.� I stumbled for a pen and a piece of paper. Looking for such things at this time of night, or should I say morning was an adventure,
�Sorry, couldn�t find a pen.� I climbed under the sheets as I wrote down Eric�s number. A loud yawn escaped my mouth,
�Oh man, sorry.�
�That�s ok. I should let you go, bye.� Before I could say anything he was gone. He had a bad habit of hanging up after he said all he had to say without waiting to see if I had anything to add. For the first time, I wondered why he was the middleman for so long and didn't just give Eric my number a long time ago.
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