It had been a week since my Boston trip and Christina and I had been on the phone everyday since,
"I can't believe you. You two are one drink away from sleeping together." I laugh,
"Please, no way." I flip through the TV as she goes on and on....and on,
"I can't believe he hasn't tried to sleep with you yet." I shrug,
"Maybe he thinks I'm not interested, that I don't like him. Maybe he doesn't see me like that, ever thought about that?" Christina signed,
"No, thats never crossed my mind. You always get attention from guys and Nick Carter is no different." I stop to the TV at Lifetime just in time for a new movie to start,
"Not every girl he's with is a damn beauty queen, you know that." I laugh,
"Gee thanks, just call me a dog." She sighs heavily into the phone,
"That's not what I'm saying, hell you look better than a lot of those girls I'm just trying to figure it out. Maybe it's because you aren't obvious." I stand up and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave,
"Maybe he's not into black girls." I hop up on the couch and wait for her response,
"I'd kick his ass if he based dating someone on their skin color." I groan,
"It wouldn't hurt me trust me, not everyone who only dates their own is racist."
"Well what would you call it, why wouldn't you if you aren't racist?" Christina sees things black and white no in between, funny since she's half Puerto Rican half-white,
"Some things are more complicated than that." She sighs,
"And some things are simple but people make them more complicated than they have to be." I pull out the grape juice and fill a large glass,
"Next time I see him I'm asking him." Seven months ago if she had said that I would have said whatever but there is a chance now that she will be near him again and she will be able to have a conversation with him,
"Chris you better not." The other line beeps,
"Hold on ok, its the other line."
"Go ahead and take it, I gotta go, bye." I click over,
"Hello?" I jump up once I hear the microwave,
"Two years, damn!" I laugh,
"The only reason I told you that was because you were drunk, if I knew you were going to remember I wouldn't have told you." He laughs,
"Yeah, SOME of us remember what we do when we're drunk." I shake my head,
"Did I do something that night I was drunk? Did I say something? What happened?" He laughs,
"Nothing, you were fine. So um, I can hook you up if you ever need it." I pour the popcorn in a bowl and flop on the couch. Nick has a habit of being vague or saying something that makes absolutely no sense to anyone but him,
"What?" He laughs,
"The two year thing." I roll my eyes,
"Oh you gonna hook me up with someone?" He laughs and I can hear music come on in the background,
"No, nothing like that." I put the TV on mute and my eyes dart around the room. I know he isn't saying what I think he is,
"Well then what?"
"The next time I see you I'll take care of you myself. What are friends for?" He has no idea what he's offering,
"Yeah, ok you and me." He laughs,
"I'm serious." One day I might be really hard up and I'm going to remember this conversation,
"Please, I don't do white boys." I roll my eyes as he laughs,
"Nah, I think you love white boys."
"I love men period. So where are you?"
"We have a show tomorrow night, I'm in Detroit." I prop my feet on the coffeetable,
"Then where do you go?"
"Home, we have a week off. I'll fly into Miami and we can drive down together." His week long vacation starts on a Wednesday and he flies back out on Monday. I let him know I can drive down Friday night and would have to leave Sunday evening, which I get the standard Nick response of,
"Cool." Cool, everything is always cool,
"So, what are you doing tonight?"
"Having a little party." I nod and I can tell by the sound of his voice,
"What's her name?" He laughs,
"Jamie or something like that?" I shake my head,
"What about Tori?"
"What about her? She's not here." I shake my head as I think of the lucky girl he's with at the moment. It's funny that I consider her lucky,
"You're such a dog. A night alone with you, the poor girl is going to need a flea dip." He moans and then whispers,
"Hmmm, you didn't." I bite my lip and shake my head, God hearing him moan and whisper in my ear like that is like torture,
"Yeah, yeah, I guess I was lucky. I gotta go sweetie, talk to you later, get back to your wife of that night." He laughs and I hear the click of the phone as he hangs up.
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