A couple of weeks had passed since Nick talked about his relationship with Willa. Since then I got all the information on everyone from Tori to the nightclub waitress he was with the night before last. Christina has been trying to get me to go to the Atlanta show with her and new friend of hers but for whatever reason I've been a little hesistant. It may have something to do with feeling like a third wheel, Chris and her new friend live in the same city, they go out all the time and every time I talk to Chris, which hasn't been as much since PM, thats pre-Marnie, I have to hear about her. Sitting at my desk I click through my usual sites: sports, entertainment, Backstreet sites and I come to a message board that talks about the guys. On it was a thread about Nick and his various women on the tour. There were pictures from outside the hotel in Chicago and I could see Tori in all her glory, make-up and hair flawless, and I can't help but smile. We may not be friends but the fact that her looking so good, and I know she knew what she was doing, probably pissed people off for no reason made me happy, work it girl. Then there was a picture in Detroit of Nick with a brunette late one night or early one morning however you want to call it, coming from a club the girl who took the picture said, that must be Paige or Jamie or whatever her name was, bet he doesn't even remember either.
I check my e-mail and I have an e-mail from Nick letting me know his e-mail address had gotten out and he was changing it. I marked the address into my address book and replied back to him, letting him know I got it and that I missed him. I gave his e-mail address to Chris and I wonder if she had given it to Marnie or anyone else. I know she's told Marnie she has met Nick and hung out with him, which of course means she had to tell how that happened, which of course means my relationship with Nick was discussed in full detail I'm sure. Chris said I have nothing to worry about with Marnie, that I can trust her. Maybe Chris can but I don't have to, I don't know her. The sound of Britney Spears fills the air and I run around looking for my cell phone,
"Hello?"
"Hey." I smile, like I always do when I talk to Nick on the phone,
"Hey, what's up?" I sit back down and surf the net,
"Nothing much, what are you doing tonight?"
"Playing on the net, I got your new email address I just replied." He sighs,
"Yeah, I don't know how it got out, I've had it for a while." My stomach drops and I have a feeling I'm connected to the loose lips,
"Where are you?" I can hear a few people in the background and I wonder if there is a girl tonight,
"In...uh, Lexington." I laugh,
"You had to think about it?" He laughs,
"All those accents start to sound the same." I nod,
"You got a wife tonight?" What am I? A glutton for punishment?
"Nope my friends came out to see me for a week but they leave tomorrow. I had one last night though...still recovering." I shake my head,
"You need to recover from two minutes?" He laughs,
"Two minutes, fuck that." I nod,
"Yeah right, I bet you can't hang, you couldn't handle someone not blowing up your ego with all that fake screaming." He moaned and his voice lowered,
"I can handle you." Ok, that shut me up. Damn, he's gotten a lot quicker on his feet since I met him,
"Hello? You there?" I release my lip from my teeth and clear my throat,
"Yeah, I'm still here."
"Hey, come to Atlanta, that's this Saturday." I smile at the thought of being asked to join him on tour,
"Ok." Funny how there was no hesitation in that answer,
"I'll have a ticket waiting for you. I'll call you and give you the info." I smile,
"Ok....but you sure I won't be interrupting you from getting your groove on?" He laughs,
"Getting my groove on? No, I need a break." I snap my fingers and groan,
"Oh see and I thought you were going to hook me up when we got to Atlanta." He laughs,
"Oh I can do that." There was some commotion in the background and he begins to laugh,
"I gotta go they're gonna get me kicked out of the hotel." As he hangs up I can hear him screaming and laughing,
"What the fuck was that dude? Did you break that?" I shake my head as I replay my flirtatious comments in my head. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I do that? Sometimes I'm too clever for my own good and my mouth moves faster than my mind. Oh God, what if he thinks I was serious? If he tries me there is no way I can say no.
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