�What�s wrong baby?
Don�t they treat you like they should?
Did you take them for it
Every penny that you could?
We once walked out on the beach
And once I almost touched your hand
Oh, how I dreamed to finally say such things
Then only to pretend.�
�So� what do you think about Nick?�
I leaned forward, propping my elbows on my knee and putting my head in my hands. As Angie waited for an answer, the lady altered her wedding dress, me just watching from the side of the room.
�He�s cute.�
And he hates me for leaving him after the best afternoon of my life and an hour of foreplay.
�Isn�t he though?�
�He�s a pop star Ang.�
And me staying anywhere in a hundred-mile radius of him is not a good idea.
Laughing at me, she shook her head.
�No he�s not. Why do you say that?�
How the hell can someone not know?
I rolled my eyes.
�Yes he is. He�s a Backstreet Boy Angie. I know you�re from the backwoods or whatever, but please tell me you�ve heard of them.�
Trust me. I know.
Studying me skeptically, she nodded her head. My voice dropped to a quiet whisper.
�He�s Nick Carter, the youngest, blondest Backstreet Boy. Trust me.�
I�ve not only seen his concerts, I�ve made out with him on his tour bus.
The information sunk in slowly, allowing me to float back into reminiscent daydreams.
�Weird.�
Yeah. Weird.
*
�You�d think you�d be used to this after all you do everyday.�
I glared at the mirror, wanting nothing else but to be locked in some room with just Kara and no interruptions. I don�t have a clue what I�d do if I got her alone though.
Not if.
When.
We�re going to be alone. If I have to pick her up and drive her to my house for us to hide in my bedroom, I�ll do it. I might start screaming and yelling at her, but I have to talk to her.
�Nick!�
My eyes caught Mike�s in the mirror.
�You�d think wouldn�t you? I guess I�ve never liked the designer clothing thing.�
He walked over to where the guy was marking my pants and surveyed his work.
�What�s with you man? You�ve been acting weird all day.�
I fought the urge to shrug, knowing it might mess with the hems.
Leave me alone.
�Bad day, I guess.�
He watched me for a second, the wheels in his head turning too much for my own good.
�Where was that girl from? That Kara girl we were talking about earlier.�
That you were talking about earlier. I was just obsessing over her. As usual.
The sudden subject change scared me.
He�s figured it out. He knows. I don�t want to talk to him about this. I don�t want to talk about her. I want to talk to her.
So I didn�t answer.
�That�s her, isn�t it?�
I groaned before turning my eyes to the floor, willing the tears to go away.
I�m a wuss. With her, without her, all the time.
�She�s already crushed you.�
No, she didn�t. It wasn�t her fault.
Well, it was, but she didn�t� mean to?
I don�t know why I can�t blame her. I don�t know why, but I can�t.
It was my fault that I fell so hard for her so fast. I�m the one who started this last summer. It�s my fault. I�m the one who found her the last time at Ryan�s show.
�Nick?�
His voice was quiet and as consoling as a guy�s can get when he�s talking to another guy.
I hate when he gets all nice and stuff to me. I feel so fucking weak.
�I�m okay.�
�But Kara is� your Kara isn�t she?�
I wish. I don�t think you can ever tie �my� in front of her name. She won�t let you.
�Yes.�
Nodding, Mike slapped my shoulder.
�I�m sorry. I can keep her away from you if you want me to.�
No. No. No. No.
That�s totally the opposite of what I want. I want her around. I want to be able to talk to her. I want to be able to touch her.
I still want to be with her.
Every moment of the next week.
I want her in my bed when I go to sleep and when I wake up. I want to go into my living room and find her on the couch looking all cute and stuff. I want to pick her up and put her on the kitchen counters, so I can make out with her whenever the hell I want to. I want to see her in a bikini and push her in my pool, so I can see her all wet. I want to be waiting for her when she gets out of the shower.
I want to be in the shower with her.
�No, don�t do that. I�ll be fine.�
Nodding, he walked off to change into the tux he needed altered, finally leaving me alone.
For a wedding held on a beach, they�re making us dress up in a lot of fancy clothes.
�Okay, you�re done. Be careful when you take it all off.�
I nodded, knowing how all this worked after so many times, before entering another dressing room to replace the penguin suit for my jeans.
Meeting Mike when I re-entered the main room and handed the other clothes to the altering guy, I glanced around the room unsure of what to say.
�Would you mind checking on Angela?�
Ooh, an errand. Fun.
Note my sarcasm, but I guess that�s part of this entire �best man� thing.
�Why do you call her that?�
He shot me a funny look as he stepped up on the platform in the middle of the room.
�Because it�s her name.�
That no one uses.
�Well, my name is Nickolas and I don�t see you calling me that.�
He smirked.
�Want me to?�
I smirked back.
�Only if you want me to start calling you mom.�
It�s good to have friends sometimes.