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| Part Two Loud music. Loud obnoxious music. Rachel and I made our way through the crowds. � So why are we here again?� Rachel yelled over the music as we found out seats at the bar. � To have fun,� I said. � What?� She yelled leaning in closer to me. � TO HAVE FUN!� I yelled. Rachel and I ordered drinks and watched the dance floor. I waited until I�d had a couple of drinks in my system before I decided to go in out and dance. � You coming out?� I asked. � Naw,� She shook her head. � Don�t have anybody to dance with,� � You dance with me,� I said grabbing her hand and pulling her off the stool. I held her hand tightly as we made our way through the crowd until I found a suitable spot to dance. Rachel didn�t want to dance at first, but after a few quick dance lessons, she was dancing up a storm�. And so was I. So much I was unaware of the man standing behind me until I bumped into him. � Sorry,� I said. � That�s quite alright,� He smiled. I turned my attention back to Rachel and we danced a while longer before heading back to the bar. � Is it just me or is it hot in here?� Rachel asked taking her seat on the stool. � It�s hot in here,� I said. The bartender came over to us and sat two drinks in front of us. � We didn�t order any drinks yet,� I said motioning to the tall blue drinks containing umbrellas sitting in front of us. � He did,� He said pointing to the end of the bar. Rachel and I both looked down that direction to see none other than Nick Carter watching us. � Holy shit!� Rachel said. � That�s Nick Carter.� � I know who it is Rachel,� I said getting off my stool. � Where are you going?� She asked. � Going to thank Mr. Carter.� I turned around to face her. � You coming?� She shook her head, � No thanks. I�ll just drink it, and smile.� � Suit yourself,� I walked down to where he was. He was leaning against the bar; casually sipping what I assumed was a Long Island Iced tea. I�d once had a huge crush on him, but like all crushes, it faded, but it never really went away. � Get a grip girl. He�s just a guy,� I thought. � Excuse me,� I said. He turned his attention form the dance floor and looked at me. He straightened his posture and smiled. � Hi,� He said. � Hi,� I said. � I�m Heather,� � Nick,� he said. � Thank you for the drinks,� I said. � It�s the least I could do for two beautiful ladies such as yourselves,� He smiled. � Oh, please don�t smile like that. You have no idea what it does to me,� � Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Carter. � I said. � I don�t need flattery. You know who I am?� He asked. � Yea. Rachel spotted it out before I did-� � Rachel, is that your friend?� He asked looking down the bar at her. � Yea. I think she was too nervous to come over here and say something though,� � Well that�s not nice,� He said. � Maybe I should go over there and talk to her myself,� He sat his drink down and grabbed my hand before I could protest and walked back over to our seats. � Excuse me, Rachel,� He said. She looked at him, and then to me before looking back at him. � Yeah?� � Hi, I�m Nick Carter.� He said shaking her hand. � Rachel,� She said quietly. � Yea I know. Listen, I was just wondering if you�d mind if I danced with your friend here,� He said looking back at me. � No I don�t mind,� She laughed. � Not at all,� � Great. We�ll be back,� He said. As Nick was pulling me out to the dance floor I looked back at Rachel who mouthed. � You go Girl,� Part Three |