Who cares? I just want Nick. And not while I�m a complete emotional wreck either.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I carefully folded up the clothes and carried them out to my jacket with my shoes in the other hand. These shoes are evil. They look really good� but pure evil.
Sorta like Nick.
Speaking of, as I pulled my shoes back on slowly, my feet screaming at me in protest, Nick walked out, hangers hanging from one hand.
�You getting all of that?�
�Yeah� should make Kev happy. It appears that I�ve at least attempted to buy myself a slightly more diverse wardrobe. Plus, if he doesn�t like anything, I�ll blame it on you.�
Cheesy grin directed my way.
�Fair enough.�
Standing up, I picked up my jacket only to have it pulled out of my hands by the most gentlemanly pop star that probably exists in this world. Once on, he kept his hands on my shoulders, whispering in my ear before kissing my cheek.
�You�re evil, you know that?�
Yes, actually I do.
�But I thought you said I was stubborn.�
�You�re that too.�
Picking his clothes back up, he winked at me before allowing me enough time to sling my bag over my head and pick up the clothes I�d tried on before grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs. As we walked towards the checkout counter, he stopped abruptly, causing me to run into him.
�You have to get this. I�m buying you this.�
Huh?
Peeking my head around his shoulder, I noticed him looking at a little blue silk sundress, tiny little flower buds printed all over it. It was actually very pretty.
Maybe he just doesn�t have very good guy fashion sense.
�Nick, it�s January. There�s no reason for me to get that dress.�
�Do you like it?�
�Well, yeah, it�s pretty, but��
He searched through the racks, checking the tag on each one.
�You�re like� a super tiny, right?�
What?
I started laughing, trying to pull him away from the rack.
�Nick, I don�t need another dress. We came in here to get you something to wear, not me. You are not buying that dress for me.�
�Yes I am.�
He pulled one out, holding it up to me to figure out if it�d be the right size or not.
�It says small� that�s what you wear, right?�
Nick� I don�t want you buying me stuff. Then I�m just like every other girl who�s used you for money.
�Well, yeah, but� Nick, I don�t want you to waste your money on me.�
Continuing our path to the cash register, now with a light blue sundress in tow, he shook his head adamantly.
�Nope, it�s on you, therefore it�s not wasting my money. Plus, you already bought me lunch today.�
Sighing, I gave in, letting him buy me this dress that I�d probably never wear because it�d remind me of him too much.
�Did you find everything you were looking for Nick?�
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�Yeah, I just don�t think I�ll be able to take with me everything I found.�
I cut a glance at Kara who was leaning over the counter to put the camo fatigues back on the shelf behind the register. Morgan nodded and gave me a sad smile.
Finally a friend who understands without giving me death threats. I think this is my favorite Kara friend so far.
�Well, sometimes it takes a little bit more than money to get everything you need.�
I looked over my shoulder, seeing Kara had wandered off to look through some resale racks, and leaned towards Morgan.
�You did get that I was buying those pants, didn�t you?�
He grinned and nodded.
�If you weren�t, I was. She�s been looking for some camo pants for a while now. I had the boss order �em special for her. She can�t stand the girl ones we carry because she claims they�re too tight.�
Picking up the dress, he considered it as he rung it up.
�This�ll be good on her too. I�ve yet to find anything that hasn�t looked absolutely fantastic on her� but she�d wear this. Simple yet still sorta girly.�
Taking it from the hanger and folding it up carefully, he came back to me.
�Please don�t hurt her. Kara is like my little sister, and I really don�t want to see her hurt. You� you have a lot of power, being famous and all� don�t manipulate her with that.�
Wait a second. Being famous?
�You know who I am.�
Blinking a few times, he looked at me like I was nuts, then glanced over to Kara and back at me. He just realized I hadn�t told her yet.
�Yeah� my sister is a huge fan��
�Morgan, I wouldn�t dream of hurting Kara. She means� way too much to me. I appreciate you not threatening me with death though. Just� believe me when I say I wouldn�t dare ever do anything that might mean I�d have to let go of her again.�
Morgan nodded.
�Good.�
Handing me my bags and my credit card back, he shook my hand.
�I put the two things for her in one bag and your stuff in the other. It was nice meeting you Nick. Good luck.�
�Nice meeting you too. Thanks for the help.�
Good luck?
Kara met me at the door, and pulling my hat low over my eyes again after seeing the crowd that filled the downtown streets, I pushed open the door for her to exit first. As I followed, I glanced at my watch.
Shit.
4:20 p.m.
Okay Carter, it�s about time you face the music - now I�m making puns in my head - and decide whether you confess and keep her around for a couple of hours or� let her go and hope she falls back into your lap again.
Five
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