| �Howie, for crying out loud, she�s your sister?� �And your point Nickolas?� �Why is she so hard to get along with?� Howie gazed at his sister, her long her blowing in the soft breeze. �I don�t find her hard to get along with it.� �I do. And she�s my girl!� �Nick, chill man. What happened?� �She�s annoying. I mean, I came home late last night, you know that, right? My mom need something and I promised her I would go over to help her. But when I got home, I saw the candles on the table, the wine in the bucket, and nice plates all sitting out. She cooked for me and she was mad as can be. And when I explained what happened, she didn�t believe me and said I was probably at some girls house.� �Woah, Nick, buddy, she cooked for you? My sister?� �Yeah.� �Man, she don�t cook for no one. It�s a rare occasion when she does.� Nick sighed and gazed at her. �Do you love her?� �More than anything.� �Than show her, go talk to her.� Nick glanced at Howie and smiled. I stood there, glancing at the ocean, enjoying the summer day. It wasn�t to hot, and that was unusual for Florida. I sighed, thinking about last night and Nick. �Theresa.� I turned around and smiled at AJ. �Alex, how are you doing?� I gave him and a hug and he smiled back. �I�m fine and yourself?� �Just fine, I suppose.� �What happened?� �Do you know what last night was Alex?� AJ thought about it for a moment and smiled. �Should have been yours and Nick�s one year anniversary.� �It was. And I had this wonderful evening planned. Had the wine, the candles, and Alex, I even cooked for him.� I sighed and rubbed my arms. �But he didn�t come home until 1 this morning. He hurt me so badly Alex. And he doesn�t understand why, says I�m annoying.� �He�s young Theresa.� �Meaning what AJ?� He turned around and we saw Nick standing there. �Woah, hey buddy.� �Hey, everything okay?� �Yeah, just making sure Resa is fine. I�ll call you later Theresa.� He gave me a quick hug and walked over to Howie. �What�s with him?� �What do you mean Nick?� �Is he hitting on my chick?� I rolled my eyes and shook my head. �What?� �No, he�s not hitting on me. He�s being a friend. Maybe you could take a hint and learn from him.� �What does that mean?� �Nick, you know, I know you�re busy, I take that in stride. I know you have fans who love you and try to get to you in any way, and I deal with it. And I can understand you�re a little slow on understanding things. What I will not understand it this, if you love me, as much as you say you do, how can you blow off one year of being together as if it�s nothing?� �What?� �Nick, yesterday was one year together. Not that fuckin� hard to understand blondie!� I turned my back on him and caught up with the other guys. I felt Howie place his arm around my shoulders and I smiled at him. I walked backstage, hearing the numerous screams coming for all the gals, and guys, out in that crowd. The Boys had them rockin� to every song, and after all, it was their job. I smiled, loving this power of seeing them from the backstage. I watched as they all ran back and into their dressing rooms. Quick shower, change of clothes, and a quick met and greet, than the club! Every freakin� night. I sighed, and waited outside Nick�s door. Of all of them, he was the slowest in getting ready. I closed my eyes and heard someone�s shoes against the floor. �Hey Resa.� I smiled to myself. �Hey Alex.� I opened my eyes and locked with his brown eyes. �You okay?� �Yeah, just waiting for Mr. Slow Poke.� �Everything okay the last couple months?� I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. �He leads a busy life. Games and work, his life!� �That�s all there is to it?� �Unless he�s on tour. Sleep and concerts.� I laughed and saw all the other guys come out. They rolled their eyes and we waited for Nick. I shook my head and knocked on the door. �Hold on.� I smirked and opened the door a little. I peeked my head in and saw Nick on the couch, half dressed. I quietly slipped into the room and walked over to him. He glanced up at me and smirked. �No, go get dressed!� I said, backing away from him. His eyes could easily tell me what he wanted. He jumped up off the couch and raced after me. I backed up against the wall and he slowly walked towards me. �Nick, they�re waiting.� �They can wait a few more minutes.� �Oh, a quicky here, huh?� �Why not?� I placed my arms around his neck and his hands slid up my shirt. His arms encircled my waist and lifted me up on the wall. His lips claimed mine and I moaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands quickly unbuttoned my blouse. His eyes took in the site before him, his hands cupping one lace clad breast. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. �Excuse me, can we please�ewww, Theresa!� Nick let me down and he turned and faced Howie. �Hey man. Give me a minute, I�ll get dressed.� I covered my mouth and shrugged my shoulders at my brother. �That�s sick.� �I�m a living person Howie, I have needs.� �I don�t want to hear that, not now, not ever.� I laughed and buttoned up my shirt. �Thanks bro, love you too.� Nick smiled at every girl, hating this, of course, until the last girl came to his attention. His eyes traveled up the long legs clad in a leather skirt. The blouse that hugged the chest it was barely concealing. The luscious lips and the blue eyes that were all underneath golden locks like he�s never seen. He swallowed a few times and finally placed that irresistible grin on his face. |
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