I woke Saturday morning and I stood in the shower trying to remember if I really went to a Backstreet concert, I danced with Nick and gave him my phone number. I finish breakfast and look over at the clock and its 11:30 Chris should be up. I had two messages from her last night but by the time I made hit home it was too late to call her. I flop down on the couch and dial her number. Part of me doesn�t even want to tell her about Nick because she�ll get so excited and make me start believing the impossible,
�Hello?� I took a deep breath,
�Hi Chris.� I waited for my lecture,
�I can not believe you. Where were you I was worried?� I smiled lightly at her concern but knew it would turn into twenty questions in seconds,
�I�m sorry I got in late. Kevin invited me to the after party and-� Yeah, I knew this was coming as I pull the phone from my ear but I still hear her screaming,
�He what? How did he do that?� I smiled as I looked up at the ceiling and lay back on the couch,
�When I went to get the tickets he also left backstage passes and I met them before the show.� I laughed as she rattled on about telling her my story and not leaving anything out,
�I was so damn nervous. I bet it was so obvious. I did ok with everyone but Nick. That�s when I turned into the idiot. He didn�t say anything to me but hi then he left. Then at the club I was dancing and he came over and cut in.� Once again phone from ear as I waited on her to stop screaming,
�I wanted to pass out. You have no idea, his hand on my back. Ok, I almost died. Then we went back to VIP and he asked for my number and I gave it to him.� More screaming, I swear this girl is going to have laryngitis by the end of this phone call,
�He asked for your fucking number?�
�Yeah, but I don�t plan on hearing from him. He just did it because it probably seemed expected after dancing or something.� I rolled my eyes as I listened to her sigh,
�Can you be positive please?�
�Hold on that�s the other line.� I looked at the caller ID and saw unavailable. Have to love caller ID,
�Ok, never mind.� She laughed,
�You and caller ID.�
�Hey everyone knows the deal. Leave a message and I�ll call you back.� I heard her scream,
�What�s wrong?� I could hear her yelling at her puppy,
�Damn dog got into the trash, its everywhere. I have to go.� She started talking to the dog,
�You know, I bet that Chinese place down the street would love your ass.� I laughed at her,
�Bye Chris.�
�Bye sweetie.� The voice mail light was on and I smiled as I dialed the code, see, my friends know the deal, if I can�t see your number leave a message. My mouth was open as I listened
Hi, it�s Nick. We have the afternoon off and I thought you might like to stop by the hotel and hang out for a while.
There rest was all a blur and I had to replay the message to get all the information. Ok, I replayed it many times because I couldn�t believe his voice was coming through my phone. Damn, I should have clicked over but then again it was better I didn�t because I would have rambled. I didn�t want to go right away and seem anxious, well I did but I wanted to try and play it cool too. I jumped back in the shower, ran around looking for the perfect outfit that looked like I just threw something on and put on my makeup. A torturous hour later I called and the lump appeared in my throat as the phone was answered,
�Hello?� I cleared my throat or I would have sounded like Kermit the frog,
�Hi, this is Quinn. May I speak to Nick?� Oh my God, may I speak to Nick? What the hell was that? I�m such an idiot,
�This is Nick. What�s up?� No, don�t do this to me. You called me, you tell me what�s up,
�I got your message.� Please don�t make me lead this conversation or I�ll feel like a complete fool,
�So, can you?�Can you come over?� I could hear people in the background and I hoped they would still be there when I got there,
�Um yeah, I can do that. I have to take care of something um when�s a good time?� I have absolutely nothing to take care of. Stop doing this, why are you acting like an idiot?
�Well, we leave for the venue at 6:30 so any time before then.� I looked at the clock and it was 1:00 now,
�Ok, I can be there around three if that�s ok?�
�Cool, see you then.� The click of the phone was my signal to breathe again and sat down and wondered how the hell I was going to survive for two hours. I cannot sit around here for two hours and decided the dreaded grocery shopping was something I might as well take care of while I waited. This was going to be the longest two hours of my life.
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