Shit. She ran over my fucking foot.
I fell to the ground in pain, letting out a painful scream as I tried to get up again, but I couldn't. Great. Now Nycole left and I can't walk. This is absolutely great. Why did I have to go and fuck things up? Why can't I just apologize to her and say I'm sorry for all the shit I've put her through for the past forever years?
Because it's not obviously that easy.
And I don't know where she came off from saying that to me. Obviously I still have a bit of hate for her left inside because if I didn't, I would have kissed her right backstage. Sometimes I feel like my head is screwed on backwards.
I'm in love with the girl and I can't show it at all. Except in hatred.
I eventually got up with the aid of the other guys helping me up. She had shattered some bones in my foot, so we pretty much had to cancel the rest of the tour. I could still walk around, but only in a specially made foot brace and I got a hell of a lot of publicity for that. She's probably sick of me hobbling around like some cripple.
Great. There I go again. I'm getting sick of making fun of people. I make fun of JC because of the rumor that he's gay, I make fun of Joey because he's Italian and he supposedly says he has a large schlong, I make fun of Justin because he's just a player, whether or not he is with Britney or not, and I make fun of Chris because he practically lives off sugar.
Now I lost Nycole because I'm an asshole. And I'm still racist somewhere deep inside.
I know Joey's wondering what the hell I'm doing as I am trying to get up by myself. I grabbed my crutches and started to hobble slightly out of the door and Joey yelled, "Where are you going?"
"To Lavender's. She's going to give me a ride to Nycole's."
"Are you insane?" he asked me, standing up from his position on the chair, reading yet another edition of Hustler magazine, "She almost killed you. She broke your god damn foot. And you dare step 100 feet close to her?"
"I'm in love with her, Joey. I have to."
Joey's jaw was hanging a mile open as I finished my walk out to the road, signaling a New York taxi to take me to Lavender's suite in Times Square.
I hope to God this works�