| Nick reached over and brushed a starnd of hair from Heather's shoulder, watching it gently fall on the pillow. Heather had been sound asleep for for almost three hours, and Nick watched her the whole time. " You wanted me tonight," He whispered. " You should never be that easy, Heather. You could get hurt that way," She stirred and turned on her side, away from Nick. He slid out of bed ans crept around to her sidekneeling in front of her. " And you don;t turn away from me... that could get you hurt as well," He leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. " I love you baby," He made his way back over to his side and slid in the bed next to her. Heather curled up next to him; he smiled and pulled her closer to him, draping his arm over her bare waist. Nick's eyes fluttered open, and he prepared to speak to Heather but found himself hugging a pillow. He yawned and sat up, looking at the table beside the bed where countless oreos were stacked. Still groggy, he swung his feet onto the carpet, knocking over the pint of melted ice cream in the process. " Fuck!" He sighed. " Heather?" He called. He waited for a response, but didn't get one. " Heather?" He called again, louder. Still nothing, He stood and stretched before going into the bathroom, only to find Heather�s things weren�t there. � Ok, this is getting weird,� He said. He went upstairs. � Maybe she�s sunning herself or something. Maybe not. Nick quickly ran back downstairs and got dressed. He cleaned up the ice cream and cookies, and headed back to his house. He entered the kitchen, and looked at his family, all sitting around the table eating breakfast. � Where is she?� He asked. � Where�s who?� Jane asked, pouring herself some orange juice. � Heather. Where is she?� � Heather who?� Leslie asked. � Heather. The girl form the note,� Jane said glancing up at her son. � That Heather?� Nick nodded. � Where is she?� � I don�t know,� Jane said. � She�s not still on the boat?� � If she was I wouldn�t have asked. She didn�t come in here?� � Nickolas, I don�t; let strangers just waltz through my house just because they know you. No ones come in here. Do you want something to eat?� � No, thanks,� He said quickly exiting the kitchen. Angel watched her brother leave and turned back to her mom. � I swear, that boy gets weirder and weirder,� � He�s under a lot of stress with finals, honey. And you know how he gets around girls. I�m sure this Heather girl was just another Nick Carter one night stand-� � Mom!� Leslie shrieked. � What?! You think I don�t know the line? � Hi. I�m Nick Carter. I have a boat. I�m rich, I�m sexy, and did I mention I have a boat?� Who could resist such a line?� She smiled. � Apparently Heather,� Angel said. � Just be glad that dad and Aaron aren�t here to witness Nick�s nervous breakdown-� Leslie started to say before Nick came bounding back in the kitchen. � Where�s her stuff?! Where�s Heather�s luggage?� � She�s staying here?� Angel asked. � I picked her up form the airport yesterday. Remember? Mom we watched her on TV first then I went to the-� � She was on TV? Heather?� � Yes!� He yelled. � She was talking to Carson-� � Daly?� Leslie interrupted. � Yes. She was talking to Carson Daly and-� � Nick you�re gonna be late for class. We�ll talk about this later. If Heather comes by I�ll tell her you�re looking for her,� Jane said trying to suppress her smile. � Are you sure you don�t want something to eat?� Next Page |