I take too many pills
It helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills
Still I feel the same

~Flashback~
"I'm beyond stressed, Bambi. Please, remind me again why I joined this damn band."

"Because, you love singing and you love making people happy. It's as simple as that."

"They're killing me! We just got done doing a whole slew of concerts and now we have to do more with absolutely no time off whatsoever!"

She eyed him nervously, wondering if he would break at any moment. "Nick, you're too tense. Please, sit down." She patted the spot beside her on the bed.

He gladly accepted, but kept on with his ranting. "I don't know if it's worth it."

She maneuvered herself behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Your muscles are so stiff."

"Just wait, a few more days and I'll be a friggin' board."

She rubbed momentarily and jumped up. She took out a small bottle from her suitcase and came back over. "Here, take one of these."

"Bambi, what the fuck?"

"Nick, don't talk like that."

"Talk like what? You offer me drugs and have the nerve to tell me not to say fuck?"

She kept herself in tact, knowing that he had no clue what he was doing to her when he spoke with those words. "Look, it's nothing illegal! God, you're acting like I'm some pusher. It's just a little muscle relaxer, that's all. You look like you could really use it. My doctor prescribed them to me when I hurt my back in dance class a few months ago. Just trust me on this one, okay?" He still eyed her suspiciously. "Look, have I ever led you wrong?"

"No," he replied quietly. "Fine, I'll take one."

"Look, you don't have a show tonight so you'll be able to relax and just sleep. If it'll make you more comfortable, I'll take one too." She went to the kitchenette and grabbed two bottled waters from the tiny fridge. "Don't worry, Nick Carter, nothing toxic is going into that precious body of yours."

He rolled his eyes as she walked towards him. He swallowed hard, tasting the bitter pill a little as it went down. "That's disgusting," he cringed.

"Just be quiet and relax," she smiled. "Do you want me to massage your back?" He nodded lightly as he lay on his stomach, getting his head comfortable on the pillow.

Both of their minds raced with thoughts once she straddled his backside. She allowed her hands to roam all over his back, finally telling him to loose his shirt for a better effect. Nick soon felt lightheaded, like he was floating on some cloud. "Damn, these things work well," he moaned, feeling her work out the kinks in his muscles.

Bambi felt the usual, giggly. The pills had always made her a bit goofy, but now that Nick was around she didn't know exactly how she'd act. The barriers of her mind had suddenly opened, allowing her to be someone she normally wasn't. Sure, Nick knew who she was and almost every thought she had. But there were also a few things that even he wasn't privileged enough to know...that was, until now. "Do you know that heat is good for sore muscles as well?" Before Nick had a chance to answer, she bent down and began to leave traces of her hot breath on the skin of his back.

His head swirled even more, his breathing becoming uneven. "Is that a fact?" he managed to squeak out. Nick laughed out loud unconsciously, feeling Bambi's tongue against his skin. "That tickles!"

"I have an idea!" She leapt off the bed and headed towards her suitcase again. Nick rolled over and looked up, confused by the sudden change of the moment. He watched her come back over with tiny pieces of paper in her hand. "Trent gave me these before I left. He was sorry he couldn't make it, but who needs him!" Her grin was filled with a mixture of evil and lust.

"What did he give you?" Nick's head was spinning by this point, only focusing on his pretty friend that was right in front of him.

"These! Aren't they cool?" She held out four fake tattoos, varying in style and colors.

"Whatcha gonna do with those?"

"I wanna stick one on you! Do you wanna do the same to me?" She watched him swallow hard, his eyes wandering all of her. "Here, I'll go first. Where do you want it?"

"Here, I guess." He pointed to his biceps as he whispered his answer.

She bent her head down, licking a small area on the skin of his biceps. Nick's eyes shut instantly, trying to tell himself over and over again that this was just them with their friendly playing. "Snakes are definitely you," she giggled. His eyes flew open, looking down at his arm. "Okay, where do you want the next one?"

He sat for a moment, feeling different than he had before. "I thought you wanted one too."

"Are you willing to lick?" she smirked.

A warm feeling flowed through his entire body as he listened to her words. "It all depends," he giggled. "Where do you want it?"

Bambi tore her shirt off, revealing the black lace bra she wore. "Right here," she replied, motioning to the skin above her right breast. "I always wanted a tattoo there."

Nick closed his eyes once more, leaning forward and licking an area of her sweet skin. Once he looked again to stick the tattoo on, his mind raced faster. Everything, including Bambi, looked different. Through his eyes, the world that surrounded him was almost animated in a way. Shaking the feeling, he placed the strip against her body. "Bambi?" he whispered. He felt like he was completely out of his own body, never knowing a feeling like this before.

"Nick, will you have me?" she questioned in a desperate tone.

Without another moment's thought, he pulled her down with him as he lay down, embracing them in a sweet kiss.

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around