Gonna Get Close To You

~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~


"If you knew my infinite charm. There'd be no reason to be so alarmed"

Nick choked on the piece of hamburger he was chewing and she slapped on his back to help relieve his coughing fit.

"What...did...you...say?" Nick asked, slowly.

"We're going to our house Nick, to start our life together as man and wife."

"Wife?" Nick sputtered. "No...no...no..."

She just smiled and continued driving. Nick sat in thoughtful silence for a few moments, watching her but turning his head away whenever she glanced at him. Which was frequently.

"Did you want me to fuck you? Because I will. If that's what you want. I like to fuck. Really."

"Nick," she laughed and patted his knee tenderly. "You don't fuck your wife, you make love to her." Her mouth drew into a tight line. "And I know how much you like to fuck. We'll take care of that bad habit later."

Nick paled and remained silent for the moment. "I don't want to get married." he said petulantly.

"But you promised me." she pouted. "We ARE getting married."

"I promised...what..no..you're crazy..I never.."

"You did and that's all there is to it. You'll see when you get home."

"No!" Nick insisted.

"Shut up! Just shut up and let me drive!" she screamed at him and picked up the gun, waving it in his face.

He cowered against the car door, pressing his forehead to the cool glass of the window, and shut his mouth.

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"Maybe I'm wrong, Maybe I'm right, Maybe I'm some kind of lunatic"

"Here we are sweetheart, home sweet home!"

Nick was surprised to find that he had been able to fall asleep for the remainder of the drive. He looked out the window at the surroundings, hoping for some clue to where he was. The house was a pretty little place, with a small front yard but a slightly larger back yard with what looked like a pond in it. He thought he saw some kids playground equipment back there too, but his brain refused to accept that notion.

"Do you like it? I know I should have consulted you first, but, as you well know, situations forbade it. All our choices will be made together from now on."

Nick nodded numbly and allowed her to pull him inside.

The house was sparsely furnished, a chair, a TV and a couch. Nick noted a small table in the kitchen as they passed by and he assumed there were chairs to go with it.

"Here's our room." She gestured with a sweep of her hand. "I know it's not much, but we can get whatever you want soon. But we DO have the bed, that's all we really need." She grinned broadly at him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Nick shuddered.

"I can't...this is crazy." he mumbled.

"Oh let me show you, then you'll see. This all makes perfect sense, it's as plain as black and white." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his forehead. "We were made for each other." She took his hand and pulled him to another room. Nick got a fleeting glance at a dingy bathroom and a small closet with towels and blankets in it on the way. "This will be our baby's room someday soon, but for right now I keep my stuff in it. My stuff that reminded me you belonged to me and would be mine someday." She giggled self consciously. "I hope you're not embarrassed, there's a lot of stuff." She opened the door wide and allowed Nick entrance.

He couldn't believe it.

Everywhere he looked were photos of himself. Life size cardboard cutouts, framed concert photos, taped on pictures ripped from teen magazines. More disturbing were the shots of him in private, lounging in bars, at airports, in hotels. Most disturbing was seeing articles of clothing, his clothing, he realized, laying on the bed and hanging from any available space.

"Where did you get all these?" he whispered, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice.

"I've followed you for a long time Nick. I always know where you are and where you will be. If I can get there, I go." She said simply. "I quit my job two years ago to make sure I could be with you." She turned and picked up a photo from the dresser. "Here, look at this."

Nick took the framed 8x10 photo in his hands and stared.

It was a photo of him, and this girl, taken years ago. He thought he looked about 14 in the picture.

Reading his mind, she interjected. "You were 14 years old and 3 days, it was just after your birthday."

His childish writing looped and sprawled across the picture. "To my future wife, Marianne, Hugs and Kisses, Nick"

"But...I was a kid...this didn't...it doesn't...nothing! It means nothing!" Nick waved the picture at her, raising his voice in protest.

"It means everything!" She snatched the picture from his hands and placed it tenderly back in its spot on the dresser.

"You told me you loved me, you said I would be your wife! I believed you! I followed you all these years, waiting for my time! This is my time!"

"I tell all the fans I love them!"

"I know." Her eyes narrowed. "But it was different for me. I know. Look how good we look together." Her gaze shifted to the picture. "Made for each other."

"No." Nick was growing weary of arguing with this crazy. How could she think some stupid thing scribbled on a faded photo by a 14 year old meant anything?

"Look Nick. This is right, you will see." She steered him back to "their" bedroom, pushing him down on the bed. "I've got a minister ready for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Our wedding day, silly!" She laughed and playfully punched at his shoulder.

Nick paled again. "Where?" He asked quietly, hoping that maybe she would take him out of here and someone would recognize him. Surely Carlos and Eddie had been found. People must know he was missing.

"Here. He's coming here. I can't risk taking you out yet."

Nick's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I won't say yes." Nick snapped.

"I figured." she shot back. "But I have it all arranged."

Nick went silent, she had everything planned and he had no way out.

"Umm, Nick?"

He looked up at her and was startled to see her smiling, almost giddy, and blushing.

"I know it's wrong, or some people think it's wrong, but I know you don't care about sex before marriage."

Nick started to shake his head no.

"What happened to 'I like to fuck'?" she snorted and turned away from him.

"I..I.." Nick couldn't form the words and say them out loud. She didn't really think he would? With her?

"I've been waiting for so long Nick, saving myself, just for you. Now that I have you here I can't wait any longer." She turned back to him, the gun in one hand, a syringe in the other. "So which will it be, easy or difficult?"

Nick sat frozen on the bed, afraid to move, not taking his eyes off the gun. "I...I can't...it's wrong..." he mumbled incoherently.

"Fine." She advanced towards him. "Try and run and you get a new hole, right in the center of your beautiful chest. Nick pushed himself backwards until he hit the headboard with a bang. She grabbed his arm roughly and jabbed the syringe in. The drug took effect quickly. Nick tried to stand and just slid off the bed. He was barely aware of her watching his efforts from across the room, a grim smile on her face. After just a few minutes he was lying unconscious on the floor, a line of drool running from his mouth to the carpet beneath him.


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