“Man, I shouldn´t have eaten that last piece,” Nick moaned as he was sitting in the van, waiting to go to the dance studio. Groaning he held his stomach, “That stuff was poison.” Bending over he tried to find relief for his aching stomach.
“Well no one forced you,” Kevin said with a frown. The blonde was in too much pain to answer and instead he held up a hand, “Wait!”
There were silence as four pair of heads turned at his direction. Nick opned his mouth and then let out a long and loud belch that shook the whole van. It echoed in the small car and AJ burst out laughing.
“Oh sorry,” Nick mumbled as he covered his mouth, a tad too late.
“Jeeze Nicky, can you be any more disgusting?” The Latino called out, schruncing up his nose, fanning with his hand infront of him. The distinctive smell of pizza had filled the van.
“Don´t temp him,” Brian laughed as Nick looked up a bit dazed.
“Way to go bro,” AJ commented as he slapped his friend on his back. This was a bad idea since it started a chain reaction and Nick let out another loud burp.
“Man, what have you been eating?“ Kevin asked, “It smells like something died in here.”
“I have a stomach ache,” the teen complained as he fumbled with the top button on his jeans. He had to get it open or he would surely explode. “Oh that´s better,” he sighed satisfeld as he managed with his task. He sank further down in the seat.
“You alright dude?” Brian asked as Nick closed his eyes.
“Yeah there had to be something wrong with the pizza,” he moaned as he rubbed his aching abdomen.
“The only thing wrong with the pizza was that you ate too much.” Kevin commented, trying to educate him he continued, “You know you wouldn´t feel so sick if you for once stopped and thought about what you were doing.”
Opening one eye Nick peered at his friend, “What da ya mean?” he mumbled.
“You eat too much junk, man.” AJ offered as an explanation.
“Like you´re the one to talk Mr. McDonald's,“ Brian was set to defend his friend.
“Well I didn´t eat an extra LARGE pizza topped with cheese and..”
Nick turned pale, “Don´t mention food,” he moaned.
This had Brian frowning, “That bad?”
All he got was a nod. Nick turned his head towards the cool window. His stomach ached really bad and he needed relief.
“Maybe it´s just gas,” Brian offered, trying to soothe the teen.
“Just gas?” AJ grinned, “ Man B do you know who you´re talking about? This is the dude that makes South Park look mild.” He chuckled.
“Well don´t try to get rid of it in here,” Howie looked like he was thinking of an escape route.
“Don´t worry,” Nick moaned, “I´m keeping it in..although,” he got a mischevious grin, “although it would feel sooooo good to let it out.”
“Man,” AJ pretended to take cover, “Let us know first so we can put on some oxygen masks.”
“That is disgusting.” Howie commented as AJ made a fake fart sound.
Nick moaned again. “Are we there yet? The pizza is ripping my stomach apart.”
Kevin raised an eyebrow. “You feel sick for real?”
A nod. “Yeah, I think I need to lay down.”
“How are you going to manage to dance feeling like that?” Brian wanted to know. Nick shrugged.
“I´m sure I feel better as soon as I get some pepto or something.” He was always trying to see the best in an situation and couldn´t afford the whole dance routine to be fucked up just beacuse he overindulged himself on food. Another belch was heard again and the boys groaned.
“NIIIIICCCKKKK!!”
“Sorry.” And so it continued.
Fatima had been called in more or less in an emergency beacuse the dance routine needed some fixing up before they were going on the European tour. They only had a few days to practice before they were going back on the road again. There were still many shows left before they had fulfilled the American concert dates. It was a sucess wherever they went and everybody wanted them. It was no lie that their schedules were really packed.
“Ok guys,” the driver said, “we´re here.” As on cue the five of them jumped out of the van, that was four boys jumped out wanting fresh air badly. The fifth and youngest member who would soon turn 18 in less than a week, took his time. His stomach was positively killing him and he was starting to think that there might be seriously wrong with his gut.
“I´ve gotta head to the can,” he mumbled as soon as he came into the lobby. With no further words he ran towards the restroom hearing the rest of the guys laugh at him. Nick however wasn´t laughing. He went into the furthest stall, sitting down, hoping to find relief. When no such thing came and he instead started to feel queasy and sweaty he decided that he had to end the pain.
Bending over the bowl, he closed his eyes as he stuck his index finger down his throat. If there were one thing he hated to do it was throwing up. Yet he often felt so much better afterwards and this was what he was aiming for as he stuck his finger as far down as he could managed. He gagged violently, but nothing more happend.
“Aww shit,” he moaned as he desperatly wanted the pain in his gut to stop. He spat in the bowl, feeling dizzy with nausea. ‘Come on,' he urged himself ‘Come on Carter don´t be such a whimp. Do it!’ With that he stuck his finger down his throat again and this time it gave result. The pizza that had been so great devouring colored the water down below. Quickly he flushed the toilet, not wanting to see what was decorating the bowl. His stomach had come into real cramps and he heaved once more. This time there wasn't any need for any help and he felt gradually better as he got rid of the disgusting food in his stomach.
Afterwards, when he was done, he was totally exhausted. Sinking back on the floor, head leaning against the cool tiles, he tried to regain posture. Slowly he realized that he felt tons better again and that the pain in his stomach had lessened. Strangely a great feeling washed over him and it felt good that he had managed to rid himself of whatever it was that was bothering him. When his legs could carry him, he stood up and walked over to the sink. There he rinsed out his mouth from the foul taste and washed his face several times.
The pain was gone and he hurried out to the others.
“Well done Nick,” Fatima commented as Nick did his moves. “I can see that you have worked on the dance routine.” A blah was heard from the rest and Nick smiled widely. Turning to the rest of them she said, “You guys should follow Nicks example when it comes to “We´ve got it going on. Move your hip like he does..yeah baby.” She chuckled as Nick showed the dance move again.
“Man that sucks,” AJ called out, “That move looks like you have shit your pants.” Loud laughter interupted.
Nick turned red in his face. “You´re all jealous,” he stated.
“Yeah on what?” AJ challanged, “On you fatso?” He sounded pissed and if there were one thing that ticked him off it was when someone was being better than him dancing, especially if it was his little brother. AJ was the king of dacne and this was something he wanted it to be.
“Bone!” Kevin gave the skinny twenty year old an eye.
“Uh..I´m just stating the facts, jeeze cool down.” AJ went silent.
Nick shrugged, “He's pissed because he doesn´t get as many girls as I do.”
Nick stuck out his tounge just to be hit in his head seconds later. "Ouccchhh," he rubbed the sore spot
Brian shook his head then he turned to his friend, “Frack, you´re feeling better buddy?”
“Huh?” For a moment Nick didn´t know what he was talking about, then he remembered. Blushing slightly a bit warm in his face he said, “Yeah, you were right it was just gas.”
“Ok, good.” Brian was quick with his words, not wanting any further details. AJ grinned.
Deep inside Nick couldn´t help to feel a bit ashamed yet good about what he had done. Making himself sick.
If he had known what a dangerous path he was about to walk he would have stopped right there and then, but then you can´t look into the future, can you?
