The guys took two weeks off and are now continuing the tour in Japan. That was definitely out of the question for me and I guess Nick knew it because he never mentioned it. I haven't heard from him since Mexico and it's a little disturbing, ok very upsetting. We slept together and it's been three weeks and not even an email. In fact, none of my e-mails have been replied to nor have any of my phone messages been returned. I've pretty much decided to stop all of that until he responds. It's embarrassing to admit to Elliott and Chris that I haven't heard from him. I don't know, maybe he thought I wanted a huge relationship, even if I try to lie to myself it doesn't work. Of course I wanted there to be more. I try to tell myself I had an experience that most girls would want in a minute but I want more than to be a passing fling. The sound of the phone fills the air and ends my thoughts of Nick,
"Hello?"
"Hello darling, get down to South Beach and meet us at the News Cafe." I groan at Elliott's demand,
"I really don't want to, I just want to hang out at home." He sighs,
"Come on Quinn. You can't sit around feeling sorry for yourself because Nick hasn't called." I roll my eyes,
"I'm not, I wanted to sleep with Nick and I did, that's all." Great, now I'm lying to myself and my friends, who won't believe that anyway. Why is this so hard? It's not like Nick and I told each other we loved each other,
"Quinn, please. It was more to you than sex or you wouldn't have waited six months, or however long you knew him before you slept with him." I sigh and look out the window,
"Ok, I'll call you before I leave, I need to get dressed."
Almost an hour and a half later I meet Elliott, David and Sean,
"It took you long enough." Elliott sighs as he stands and gives me a hug,
"I just wanted to get pretty for you guys." Sean laughs as I lean down and hug him,
"No offense but you could never be pretty enough for us." I stick out my tongue as I sit down,
"What are our plans?" They exchanged glances and I knew it wasn't going to be good,
"We are going to finally teach you how to rollerblade." I smile,
"I don't have my blades, I left them at.
home." Elliott bought me a pair for my birthday and I've only tried them out once,
"That's ok, I brought a pair for you." I groan and try to talk myself out of it,
"I don't have any socks." Elliott shakes his head,
"Got that covered too." I roll my eyes as I kick off my sandals,
"I hate you."
After looking like a total idiot all day in those damn roller blades, Eliiott grants me permission to chill that night. Mostly so I could clean my scrapes and rest my broken butt,
"So, you ok about the whole Nick thing?" I nod and start the car so the AC was good and cold by the time I was ready to get in the car,
"Yeah, I guess. It's been like almost a month, if he liked me he would have called or something, I can admit I got played." He pulls me in his arms and rubs my back,
"Hey, a least he never disrespected you like those other girls." I pull back and look at him,
"What about all that stuff you said about two types of girls and he disrespects them and they help?" He shrugs,
"Things seem different with you guys, I mean you guys got to know each other a little bit, he confided in you about things, you met his family, he invited you on tour and PAID for it." I hope he keeps talking, he's making me feel better,
"Although, the little prick could call you afterwards or talk about it like an adult. That's the problem with kids, he's a little punk." Ok, that good mood ended real quick. Elliott was right, he could have at least called me,
"It's for the best anyway." I look up into his eyes,
"What do you mean?" He leans against my car and crosses his arms,
"Think about it, you two aren't on the same level. He might be fun and attractive but what about the conversation, what about the interests, the lifestyles? He's always working. He's young and wants to have fun, you want more out of a relationship." I decide to put it out there, Elliott will love me no matter what,
"But I really like him and-" He sighs,
"What do you like about him?" I'm regretting being up front,
"He's nice, he's sweet, he's funny, he loves his family, he's loyal to his friends." He snorts,
"And how loyal has he been to you? Yeah, you've spent time with him but what do you know besides the kind of underwear he wears, what he likes to eat and his favorite sexual position? Do you know what kind of person he is in a relationship? Just think about it. I know you girls have this idea of how these guys are but he's a jerk. All these girls, all the lies." I shake my head,
"He's never lied to me, he never told me we were in a relationship, I knew we weren't. It was a decision I made." He nods his head as if to say whatever,
"Yeah well I'm sure he makes sure to tell them he likes them before he sleeps with them, probably gets their number, tells them he'll call and keep in touch. How can he like them when he barely knows them? That's just so he can have sex with them. He uses the fact that he's a celebrity to get these girls, the fact that they like his group, that's kind of low." I shake my head,
"You were just defending him a minute ago." He smiles slightly,
"No, I was letting you know you were a little different than those other girls but what I just said about him is true. Hey, even Ted Bundy was nice and sweet sometimes, he didn't kill EVERY woman he came into contact with but it doesn't change the fact that he was a serial killer."
"What?" He pulls me into another hug,
"Just because he didn't screw you over AS BAD as the others doesn't mean he isn't an asshole." I close my eyes and try to admit that Elliott makes a lot of sense,
"But he's young sweetie, maybe one day he'll grow up." Yeah, but probably not while I'm in his life.
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