He doesn�t even know me.
But yet he sounds so� honest. Like every word that crosses his lips is the truth. That he actually might be crazy about me.
And we�re standing on the sidewalk in the middle of Dallas, arms wrapped around each other, me crying, him� letting me cry. People walking down the street are probably thinking we�re insane.
�Baby� are you alright? Does this have something to do with what was making you upset during Ryan�s show?�
Nick kept his voice low, serene, in hopes of calming me down it sounded like. I like how he calls me �baby� - not in an insulting manner. More of a �I-want-to-protect-you� sort of way.
He noticed that I was upset at Ryan�s show? How long had he been there?
Pulling back, I tried to blink back any remaining tears before I looked him in the eyes.
�Sort of. I told you I cry all the time��
Trailing off, I shrugged and wondered if he even remembered that conversation from the races.
Nick removed a hand from my back, where he�d been rubbing it in hopes of comforting me, using his thumb to brush the left over tears from my cheeks.
I want to keep him. Forever.
�Yea, I remember. I told you I never cried, you told me I didn�t strike you as the �alpha-male� type and that you cry all the time.�
I waited as he paused.
�But - and I know you�re probably sick of my asking - why are you crying? I saw you rush out of the club� I� didn�t know if it would have been right for me to go after you considering� you didn�t know I was there.�
�How long were you there?�
Nick over my head, considering his answer. Before he did, he reached up and turned his ball cap forward, low over his bright blue eyes as if he suddenly remembered that there might be others watching us. Or more like, looking for him.
�Come on� let�s go to that clothing store you were talking about. It would be best if I show up with some clothes to appease Kevin. We can talk on our way.�
I took a step back, his hand grazing my hip as if fell from inside my jacket, only to find my own to tangle in. One more glance across the street and we began to head towards Poly Ester�s, my favorite clothing store. When I looked across the street, fearing a mob of fans had witness our intimate moment, my eyes were met with� the typical stream of people getting off early on a Friday afternoon.
Mmmkay?
Five minutes before that Marc kid got on stage.�
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Nick staring at the pavement, obediently following me. His face had suddenly turned blank.
�So� you saw the entire thing?�
�I heard the entire show. Spent most of it either searching for or watching you. And arguing with Marcus.�
I feel strangely relaxed now. One small crying fit on the shoulder of a man that cares about me, and I�m completely calm. The boy is magic.
�You have a habit of doing that� watching me, I mean. Well, and arguing with Marcus.�
He laughed, a little color accentuating his cheeks.
�Yeah, I do. Can�t help it though. Seems like my best days start when I get to watch you without you knowing.�
Pulling his arm as I turned on to a side street, I hoped to avoid the throng of fans that were walking towards us from down the street.
As it gets closer to the concert, there are going to be more fans roaming around here. Remember that Kara. Keep the boy from getting noticed.
�I should probably find that creepy.�
�Do you?�
I hesitated. Do I?
Well, I�m here with him right now, so�
�No� I don�t think I ever really did. I thought it was weird at first, but knowing that you planned to stalk me� it doesn�t seem so bad.�
He chuckled, following me as I took another turn to miss running into another group, this one made up of girls more my age.
Competition�
Despite being good at hiding my emotions through my facial expressions, I still have random moments where my body disagrees with something I think and subsequently shuts down.
This was one of those moments.
Competition?! Did I just consider those girls to be competition? What am I competing for?!
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