"Hun, we all know how hesitant Howie is with women. He's been burned too many times and he's just cautious. Nick said he's been mentioning you on occasion. Ya know, just in casual conversation and shit like that. He doesn't do that often, so take it as a good sign. He's probably interested," Wendi offered, hoping it would brighten LuAnn's spirits.
"Well, at the rate this is going, we might actually get together before I get put in the nursing home."
Wendi laughed. She always loved LuAnn's sarcastic sense of humor. "Well dammit girl, do something about it then. You think I got Carter by sitting on my ass? Hell no! You gotta get his attention. Howie's a busy man. I mean, with the group, the Lupus Foundation, the club, and doing stuff with Polly's singing, he's barely got time to scratch his ass. Make him notice you. Do something to shock the hell out of him!"
"Like what?" LuAnn asked, obviously taking what she said to heart. "And, before you even say it, no I'm not gonna lay in his bed naked waiting for him to get home."
"Aw man, there went my suggestion," Wendi laughed.
"Now c'mon, you know I'm not that brazen and bold," LuAnn admitted.
"Yeah, I know, sad as it may be, but I had to try, you know that right?" She just smiled back at Wendi. "Let's see, you want to let him know that you want him, but in a subtle way, right?"
"Exactly."
"Then it's simple. Music conveys emotions right? So find a song that fits what you want to say and make sure he hears it and knows it's from you," Wendi suggested.
LuAnn looked back at her friend skeptically. "You think it'll work?"
"Of course, but don't find some sappy shit. That's so high school!" Wendi giggled.
Three weeks later...
The boys, plus Wendi and LuAnn were on a plane to Europe. The boys had a small tour planned and of course, the girls were always welcome to join them. LuAnn was sleeping soundly in her seat, Wendi accompanying her in the row of seats, engrossed in a book. She would have been sitting with Nick, but he was currently engaged in a massive Game Boy war with Brian, so she took the time to catch up on the book she had been reading. "Hey Wendi?"
Wendi looked across the aisle to Howie, who had his discman out. "Yeah D?"
"Does LuAnn have her cd's with her? I'm bored and I want to listen to something different," he explained.
"Yeah, I think she brought them." Wendi searched around in LuAnn's bag until she found the case. "Here ya go," she said, handing it to Howie, and quickly jumping back into reading her book.
Howie flipped through the case, until he stumbled upon a burnt cd simply labeled "Howie." Curiosity got the better of him, so he popped it in his discman.
I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love
I want to know you
Not like that
I don't wanna be your mother
I don't wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love
Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me -- tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly!
Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me
I wanna be your baby
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love
I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love
To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I'm open, to justify my love
The last notes of the song faded away as Howie sat there spellbound. So this is how she feels huh? he thought to himself. He slipped the cd back in the case and gave it back to Wendi, then settled back in his seat to figure out what he intended to do.
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