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Trust In Me Chapter 34 "Gerald hun, do you have everything?" "Ya Fatima, the suitcases are in the taxi, and the limo is set to drive us to the airport." "Okay, great hun, just let me get my book of baby names from my room. Then I'll be out Ger. " "Take your time 'Tima. There's no rush. We have plenty of time to make the flight. I don't want you over doing it now. It's bad enough that I have to put you two," he paused to pat her tummy, " on that plane, but there's no need for you to start running around in a hurry." "Oh Ger, we're fine. Might get a little shocked when we see Kevin's face, but we're all okay." She looked down at her finger, and twisted her engagement ring for good luck, "I love you hun." "I love you too 'Tima. Let's go, my brother awaits." ***Back In London*** Brian jumped with the vibration of his beeper. "Uhh, Brian you okay man? You just shot out of your seat!" "Oh gosh, ya Howie, I'm fine. I forgot my pager was on vibrate. That's all." "Oh okay, you just seem jumpy today." "Ya, I dunno. Thinking about Michelle I guess. Speaking of Michelle, she just paged me!" He shouted happily, showing the beeper to Howie. D smiled back in return, "Well man, you better go call her back then." "Good idea, I'll see you and AJ for dinner later." "Sure thing. Tell Mich we all say hello." "I will." Brian walked out of the pool area, and draping his towel around his neck, he grabbed his cell phone from belt. He dialed her number, and waited to hear her voice. "Hey hunny bunch!" "Brian...hey!" She sounded surprised to get his call, even though she knew she had just beeped him. Somehow she felt that he found out, and wasn't going to call her back. She assumed the promise was kept and Brian had no idea of the article. She would tell him now. "So, how's my girl doing? You seem upset. Something bothering you?" "You could say that." "Well hun...what is it?" Just as Brian finished his question, a group of reporters surrounded him with cameras in hand. He struggled to maneuver the beach towel, and his cell phone and keep the hungry reporters out of reach. "Hang on Mich!" he screamed as the phone fell from his grip, and a reporter snapped a picture. Addressing the group that was forming around him, he yelled aloud. "Guys..what do you want? I'll take ONE picture, and I'll answer a few questions. Please one at a time." They continued to swarm him, and shove the flashing cameras in his well-defined cheek bone area. They all shouted at once. "Is it true, that your ex-girlfriend is pregnant back in NY?" "Is it true, that you left her to see some trashy reporter?" "How can you sing about love, and throw out a mother and her child?" "Are you getting married to this NY girl who exploited you on the front page?" Brian waved his arms in front of his face, covering himself from the flashes. He shouted rather mad, "OKAY...get out of MY face. The only trashy reporters I see, IS all of YOU! And I have no idea what you are talking about. Get away...and get some manners!" He walked away, leaving a trail of reporters in his path. He found his cell phone, and heard Michelle breathing heavily on the other end. "Brian, are you okay...I heard the shouting? I thought for sure that they mobbed you." "No no, I'm fine. No bruises." he laughed. "Ya know, sometimes I think reporters are even worse than those damn New Yorkers." He stifled a laugh. "Except of course, my very favorite reporter, who happens to be born and raised in the Big Apple...YOU" She realized he didn't believe the lies they were shouting out. "Not all us reporters are like that ya know." He finally reached his room. (He was talking and walking) "Oh of course hunny. I know I can trust in you. You'd never write garbage about anyone, especially me. You promised." She was silent on the other end. Her thoughts were too intense to speak. "Damn, why does he have to be so sweet. How can I tell him now? He just professed all his beliefs in me as his lover (well almost his lover) and as a journalist. I don't know how he will believe me. How could he believe me? It's right there in black and white. But I didn't write it. He's got to believe me." "Michelle, are you still there?" She tried to not let him hear her cry. It was no use, he could hear her sobs and sniffles. Through the tears, she choked out, "Yes, baby. I'm still here." Her breathing was fast. "I'll always be here no matter what." Brian panicked with her words. He could hear her crying, each tear hurting him more. "Mich, what's wrong? Talk to me!" As his last words were echoed, and her last tear was heard, his phone went dead. He pulled the phone from his ear, shaking it. "Damn battery. Come on, don't die on me now. I've got to find out why she's crying. Come on..." He looked up, praying to God for a way to reach her and help her. "Give me a break here!" Michelle collapsed back onto her bed, burying her face in her fluffy pillows. She had succeeded in hurting the one man she had finally fallen for. She tried to regain her composure before he called back. She knew he would, because he was too sweet not to care. He loved her too much not to know why she was crying. She figured his cell phone must be out of service. She decided that she couldn't tell him now. She would have to get the proof first, so she could prove to him that she wasn't the one who wrote the article. Then, he would have to believe her. Brian paced back and forth, his cell now charging on the desk. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head (not LITTRELLY of course). He smacked his hand against his face as the idea came to him. "The hotel phone!! Every hotel room has got to have a phone...oh why didn't I think of that sooner." He dialed her number quickly, waiting for her to pick up. "I can be such an idiot at times" "Silly, you're not an idiot. I was wondering how long it would take for you to remember that there was probably a phone in the room." "Oh Michelle...thank God. I didn't even realize you had picked up. Why didn't you call me back? I was so worried...I thought, I thought..." He rambled on. "I'm sorry Baby. I didn't mean to scare you with all my crying. I had to stop all my hollering before I called you back. I just needed to hear your voice." "Okay. I'm here now. What's up?" "I just had an argument with my boss. He upset me." She sighed inside. She figured at least that was partly true. Her boss knew who wrote the trash, so she had every right to fight it out with him. She'd get to her boss later, who would hopefully hold the answers, and the proof she needed. "That jerk...he made you cry. I could hit him, one slow, hard punch at a time." She gulped down a bit of guilt. "So could I Bri, so could I. But violence doesn't solve anything." "Okay, I guess. But neither do tears. They just make you sad. Wanna tell me what happened with him." "Oh it was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a spat about some article." She lied. "Well, don't let that overgrown fool bother you. You've got me, and that's forever. I won't let him make you cry any longer." "It's silly. I shouldn't let jerks like him bother me. I guess it was just an overly emotional day. Between you leaving, and him...I just needed to let it all out. I volunteered you to hear all the whimpers." "I'm glad you came to me. I'm always a phone call away. And did you know they put phones in the rooms now?" he teased. ***In L..A., CA..,in Christine and Stephanie's Beach House*** Christine had just stepped out of her steaming shower. She towel dried her hair, and threw on a comfy bathrobe. Just as she was stepping out of the shower, Steph ran to her with the cordless phone in her hand. "Chris, Chris..it's for you!!" "Okay...hehehe, why are you so excited? It's not the first time I've gotten a phone call." "I know, but its AJ!" Christine's draw dropped faster than AJ changes his hair color. "What? If this is some sort of joke..." "No, no. Just pick up." She took the phone from Stephanie. "Hello?" "Hey Chris, it's me, AJ." "Since when did you expect me to call you AJ...you're Alex. I gotta hand it to you, I never thought you'd have the nerve to call here again. I never expected to hear your voice again, except on the radio, a...umm, ya." She laughed nervously, her bitterness still apparent. "I know, I was Alex to you, AJ to the rest of the world. I guess I forgot. We left things, how shall I say...unfinished." Christine sort of just rolled her eyes, as she sarcastically remarked, "Sure if you call tearing my heart into pieces, smashing every dream I ever had about dancing on tour, and letting the whole damn world watch the play by play of our break up, unfinished...then ya, I'd say that's exactly what it is." "Whoa, umm, okay suppose all is not forgiven." "Forgiven Alex...the hair dye has gone to your head...either that or that excuse for a redhead Anna has got you so twisted in her fantasy world!" "Ok, you know what, this was a bad idea. I should've never thought we could be mature about this. Some of us, mainly NOT me, can't seem to handle adult conversation with an ex!" "Just forget it. Tell Steph I said hi. Good-bye, have a nice life." "Wait a minute, wait a minute Alex. Don't think you can just call my house, disrupt the life I have so perfectly built without you, and not even explain the random phone call." "Whatever Chris. If you knew me at all, you'd know my life is built around randomness. In fact, that's why things never worked with us." "Oh damn, don't throw that in my face. It didn't work with us because I caught you in bed with a rather bitchy red head!" "All right, you can leave Anna out of this. Let's not get into all the reason why we are so hopelessly WRONG for each other. I don't have that kind of time. Just forget it. I have two open spots for dancers, but since you're not interested, just stop with your bitching." Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of the chance to be on tour again. She couldn't resist the stage...the screaming fans, the loud music, the men. "God, how do you do that?" He innocently replied (with that smirk he can so easily whip out), "Do what?" "Turn around everything with one suggestion." "I didn't. I was calling cause I needed two dancers. You and Steph are the best, so I thought of you." "Why does that not sound like you." "Too practical, I know. Okay, it was Kevin's idea. But honestly, we're stuck in between a rock and a hard place." "What makes you think we'd want to come?" " I figured I'd give it a shot. Guess I underestimated your ability to be mature about all this." "Now hold on Alex. You know me. I love a challenge. Just promise to stay the hell away from me, and maybe, just maybe, we'll dance for you." "I can guarantee I will stay as far away from your bony butt as possible." "Good, keep yours away from me too." "What!?! Excuse me Christine, my ass is not...." "Good-bye Alex...I'll be in touch." She hung up. By this time Steph was practically jumping up and down. "What did he say? What did he say?" "Oh nothing...just that BSB needs 2 dancers for the tour!!" They hugged and jumped in circles..."OHMIGOSH,OHMIGOSH!" "You told him yes, right?" "What, and leave the dance academy right here in LA? Why would I do that?" "You're kidding....You passed up an offer..." Chris couldn't hide the laughter. "Oh ya right!! I just haven't told him officially yet. Make him suffer a little." "Chris, this must mean he wants you back." "No way. For your information, that's an *nsync song. The more appropriate BSB song would be Don't Want You Back! There are absolutely NO feelings between us anymore." "Oh ya, then why hasn't that look of fire been in your eyes since the second he called?" "The excitement...the thrill!" "The thrill...sure hun, you keep tellin' yourself that." "Oh shut up and start packing." "I guess the most important question would be, Is Brian still single?" Steph's eyes widened with the hope. ***On the Dance Floor of an Impressive Restaurant in London*** "Kev, this place is amazing. Where did you find out about it?" A five piece band was playing soft music to set the mood just right. She gazed out at the chestnut wood dance floor that looked out above a scenic water canal. Wild flowers ran rampant along the banks, coloring the grass with purples and golds. The view was simply breathtaking. "Oh Bec, I have my sources." he whispered as he twirled her ever so professionally. Pulling her back close to him, "So baby, what kind of wedding have you always dreamed of?" "Oh nothing huge, just family and close friends...ummm...in a big church with lots of stained glass windows...ohh ya and a reception out in the country somewhere!" "Oh Lord, where did I find her? That sounds like heaven. I couldn't have said it better myself." She giggled at his sincerity. "Kev hun, I do have to ask one favor." "Anything..." "You're too good to me." "I know, now what did you want?" "I want the boys to sing at the wedding...you too of course." "Oh I think that can be arranged." "Really they, wouldn't mind?" "Are you kidding? A chance to flaunt their voices to our whole family...come on...these are our boys we're talking about here!" "Gee, you're right. How could I have forgotten." She smirked. "Or if they don't want to, I'm gonna make you shake your butt on the dance floor solo." "Hmm, can't we save that for the wedding night?" He suggested sexily with his drawl hanging on each seductive word, and his eyebrows forming an arch above his gorgeous green eyes. "Oh now THAT sounds like heaven baby." Kevin twirled her longer, so that they were center stage on the dance floor. The patio lights illuminated her delicate features. He starred at her so lovingly. She hoped he never lost that look. She was about to utter 'I love you', when a sudden rush of dizziness swam over her. She grabbed her head, letting go from his embrace. And before he knew what was happening, she ran off the chestnut floor, in the direction of the ladies room. He stood there alone, concerned and confused. "Bec wait!!" Older dance couples looked at him unsure of his motion of just standing there. "Was it something I said?" he questioned to no one in particular as he looked at all the happy couples that had stopped their movement as well. An older man in a dark grey suit motioned for Kevin to go after her. "I don't no what got into your lady friend, but you best go on and find out!" "Oh right...you're absolutely right." He mumbled as he hurried in the same direction as Becca. ***Back in NY*** "Eric what the hell are you doing here?" "I've come to stop you from going to London. I've thought about it, I want to be with you and only you." "Well Eric, I'm glad YOU came to that realization, but big surprise....that's the last thing I want!" He looked away, somewhat hurt. "Okay, if that's what you really want, I can't stop you." "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I just wanted to make it clear that I'm happy with Howie." "I have to ask one thing, and then I promise to stop being a part of your life." "Okay, what do you need to know?" "What does he have, that I don't?" She closed her eyes, picturing his sweet face in her mind. She sighed contently, almost forgetting Eric was still standing there. "He's got me, always and forever." ****In London*** "See look, that small hand hits the twelve before that big one over there." Nick shouted to Mel as he proudly showcased his 'favorite clocktower'. "You were right Nicky, it's absolutely beautiful. No wonder you couldn't wait to show it to me." "I never take anyone up here. You're the first one I could share this view with." He held her hand has they walked along the viewing tower of a quite tall watch tower. "You can see all the lights of London from up here." "That's why I love it. It reminds me of back home, in the apartment in New York...with all the lights and skyscrapers lit up." About an hour or so later, they descended the tower. Nick and Melanie walked side by side, hand in hand. Their plan was to stop at a coffee shop to grab a sticky bun before heading back to the hotel. When they reached a local shop, Nick ordered and joined Mel at a small corner booth. She hadn't noticed the day's paper sitting on his side of the booth. She was too busy laughing with him from across the room to see it laying there, practically displayed so he could see. He slid into the booth, and saw the newspaper there. "Hey, it's a GAZETTE! Maybe Michelle has an article today...I bet Brian would love to see..." Mel cut him off, "Nick no..." She struggled to grab the paper from him. "Don't!" His face curling into a look of shock twisted with disgust was all the confirmation she needed to know that it wasn't just any old GAZETTE. It was a NY one. One, she promised Michelle that Brian would not see. ***(AN: Okay guys...please give me some feedback. I need to know what you feel...any predictions...guesses as to what's gonna happen next? Is it getting to predictable for everyone, or is it cool with all of ya? Let me know..please I want some responses!!)*** |