It was midnight and I crawled in my bed after making it back from the concert. The guys were on their way to another city as I lay in this bed exhausted. What a life, I definitely couldn�t handle that. I close my eyes and I can see the show, I can see the exact look and move Nick did that made me want to jump on stage and attack him. Ok, just about everything he did made me want to do that. I sigh as I remember that I never did get that birthday gift for my brother and his birthday was in two weeks. The mall, again, oh joy. I never did get Eric�s number from Nick either. Oh well, too bad. Actually it sucked, he actually has extended family he has never met near the same area I was born. Would have been cool to go there, it was one of those �I babysat your mama, I remember when you were born� kind of towns. Well, actually the towns were so small the area was better known by the name of the county. Well, such is my life.
Sunday afternoon at the mall and it wasn�t totally swamped with people. I found my brother�s gifts, a sweater a pair of shoes and a gift certificate. I wanted to do the whole outfit but I have no idea about his pants size, thus the gift certificate. Tomorrow would be a trip to the post office and I it would get there on time. Yep, the smallest things make me happy. I am starving and sitting in the middle of the food court eating alone is not on my list of things I can do alone. Chick-fil-A was calling my name and who am I to pretend to be deaf. Not to mention those cookies with the M&Ms too. I bought my food and tried to convince myself to go an hour without thinking of Nick but it hadn�t happened since I woke up this morning. I made it to my car, after not remembering where I parked, and made my way back home. Of course, I blared the Backstreet Boys the entire way home and of course I couldn�t stop thinking about Nick. I made it in the house just in time to answer the phone,
�Hello?�
�Ok, so what happened once you got to his room?� Chris, always so hyper, I swear she never has a day where she is on neutral,
�I hung out with one of the dancers at first, Eric, whose number I was supposed to get and didn�t. Then he had to leave, everyone else eventually left and I hung out in Nick�s room for about an hour and a half until he had to get ready for the concert.�
�Ahhh, did he hit on you? I know he did�he�s a pimp. Don�t even tell me he didn�t try you.� I laughed,
�No, he didn't try me Chris.� The more I thought about it as she went on the more down I felt. Why didn�t he try anything with me? What's wrong with me?
�Come on Quinn. Spill the beans.� I sighed and pulled my feet under my body on the couch,
�He really didn�t Chris. I�m serious.�
�So, what did you talk about? What happened?�
�We just talked about me mostly. How I grew up, what school was like, my job,
movies, stuff like that�we watched a little TV.� I could hear her sigh,
�I cannot believe he didn't hit on you. That�s it I knew it. He is SO gay.� I smiled
and was grateful for her theory on why he didn�t go for me,
�He�s not gay Chris. Maybe he just wasn�t interested.� Ok, I�m not doing this to
myself. I am not going to think less of myself because Nick Carter wasn�t in my face trying to get with me. I should be happy about that. The last thing I want is for him to belike that anyway,
�We know there is only one gay Backstreet Boy anyway.�
�Don�t you go there. He is not.� I laughed; she had given up a long time ago on defending Howie�s sexuality just as I had given up on defending Nick�s bungled answers and fashion sense. The rest of the conversation was spent discussing our trip to North Carolina for their concert and my devious plans to get Nick to fall madly in love with me.
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