He�d quit the Backstreet Boys because of me??!!! Is he insane?!!
�Nick� I could never ask you to do��
�I never said you would. I said I�d do it on my own.�
My head is spinning. I think I�m going to pass out again. Backstreet Boys can�t break up. Especially because of me.
What the hell am I saying? I�m not that special. He doesn�t have a clue what he�s talking about. He�s being� he�s overreacting.
�Kar� are you okay? You�re getting pale again.�
�I�m fine.�
I shook his hands off my shoulders, taking a couple steps back so I had room to pace. Scratching my hand haphazardly through my hair, I let my mind spin and tried to keep my breathing relatively normal.
Don�t start hyperventilating.
Looking completely dejected, Nick watched me.
�Kara. Please don�t freak out. I� I really like you. I know we�ve only been with each other��
He glanced at his watch.
��hell, a total of maybe ten hours, but��
Stopping to consider his words, I stopped pacing, my back towards him.
�I have a horrible memory. I don�t even really remember where I was yesterday. I think I was in Oklahoma, but I�m not completely sure.�
No, you were in Santa Fe.
�Yet somehow, I can remember every word of every conversation I had with you last July. I can remember every look you gave me, how I felt every time you touched me��
�what?
��how I could feel everything you were feeling when we kissed. And how I didn�t want to let go of you.�
Someone call an ambulance. My heart just stopped.
Seriously, I think my heart just stopped.
I flopped down on the floor, sitting how I fell. I don�t care if it�s not lady-like or if anyone can see up my skirt. No one is up here besides Nick and me anyway.
�Kara!�
He rushed over, kneeling behind me. All of a sudden the room is very hot. Tugging off my jacket, he assisted as I started getting frustrated. Once off my shoulders, he began rubbing my back, my shoulders, starting on that message he�d talked about just moments before.
�Kar� talk to me. What�s going on?�
I�m a freak, Nick. A complete freak. And yet you handle it so well.
�Are you used to girls passing out on you?�
My voice was raspy. I need something to drink.
�Well� yeah, sort of. Are you about to pass out again?�
�No� I don�t think so. I�m just� I�m a freak Nick. I have panic attacks and pass out. I hyperventilate and cry� I�m not all that great with emotional conversations. Or confusion. Or people being sweet to me.�
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I continued to rub her back, moving her jacket from beneath her, so I could sit behind her.
�Just breathe honey.�
Leaning up against me, my arms rearranged so that they were around her shoulders and rubbing her arms, I could feel her heart beating faster than it should be.
What do I do now?
�I�m not going away. I want to help you get used to people being sweet to you. I want to help you not be confused. As for the emotional conversations� I�m not too good at those myself. Unless they really matter.�
�And you think this one matters?�
I brushed my lips against her neck, consumed by her smell and her softness. Before I could move my head, she rested hers against it.
�Yeah, all of this matters.�
Turning slightly so she could look up at me, I got completely lost in her eyes, wanting to stay right here like this for a couple of years. Some magnetic force - or maybe just my subconscious mind - pulled me towards her lips, my wanting to make everything better just by letting her feel everything I felt.
As her eyes fluttered closed, our lips barely a inch apart, we heard someone clear their throat somewhere from above us.
�Kara� you might want to drink this. You look a little pale.�
Even though he interrupted what would have been a very good moment, I still have to like this Morgan kid. He�s looking out for my girl too.
Blinking a few times before she looked up at him, she met my eyes, trying to apologize for� well, knowing her, for everything.
�Yeah� just had a little panic attack there for a second. Nick calmed me down.�
�Well, drink this anyway. I don�t need you passing out on me again. Scaring the shit out of me last time was enough for me.�
Handing her what appeared to be a juice box, Kara looked at it and started to giggle, making me wrap my arms around her even tighter. She looked up at me and grinned.
�It�s Slimer Hi-C!�
What?!
�I didn�t even know they still made this!�
Morgan started laughing, I guess understanding what the hell she was talking about.
�I take it, you like that stuff.�
She grinned.
�It was my favorite when I was in elementary school! Did you ever have any of this?�
Glancing back up at me while she stabbed the straw into the top, I had to shake my head.
�Hi-C I�ve had. Slimer? That sounds very gross.�
Giggling, her body shaking against mine - groan - she began sipping on the drink.
�Slimer! From Ghostbusters! Tell me you�ve seen that movie!�
Looking again at the box in her hands, I noticed the green goblin looking thing on the front. Oh yeah� that guy.
�Yeah, I�ve seen it. Never drank that stuff before though.�
�Try it. It�s all pineapple-y.�
Holding the straw up at my mouth, I took a sip. Decent. I nodded my head in consideration.
�Well, now that I know you like that stuff so much, I�ll make sure to keep it in stock.�
She grinned up at Morgan, then leaned back to kiss me on the cheek out of nowhere. Standing up, she lended a hand to help me off of the floor before turning back to her friend.
�So now, where is that surprise you were talking about?�
And just like that, she�s fine. Completely fine. Smiling and� pretending to be alright. Her eyes are still dull though.
How do I get her to believe me?
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