I had been dreaming about sitting on the beach in Florida with a scantily dressed blond when Kevin tapped me on the shoulder, promptly waking me up.
"How are you feeling Nick?"
I frowned as I looked up at Kevin's face staring down at me. "Doesn't that question get old after a while?"
Instead of taking the hint that I was annoyed that he woke me up from a good dream....strike that, a great dream he persisted with staring at me. "Jesus Kevin--"
"Don't cuss."
I dragged a pillow over my head. "Tired.....does that make you happy?"
"Do you know what day it is?"
Man, he was really starting to wear on my nerves! "You woke me up because you wanted to know what day it is? What next? Do you want me to pick out a shirt for you to wear or better yet, a pair of boxers or wait, you wear briefs, right?"
"Judging by you being a crab you seem to be the same Nick that we had a almost a day ago."
Removing the hotel pillow from my face, I groaned. Everything was just peachy until I sat up and a sudden wave of dizziness came over me. I quickly closed my eyes praying that Kevin didn't detect anything out of the ordinary. As soon as the dizziness left it was replaced with a sudden headache.
Great...just great, now I'm getting a migraine. "We don't have any concert scheduled tonight, do we?"
Kevin stopped fussing with the in-room coffee maker to turn around and stare that creepy stare he does when he thinks I say something retarded. "Last time I checked it was cancelled."
I brushed my hair away from my forehead. "No special reason......wait, you said it was cancelled? Why?" I saw the look on his face and I quickly said something to drop his guard. "Why are you making coffee in my room? Don't you have a room to be in?"
"I'm suppose to be in here with you Nick."
God why does he have to act all holy and important when I ask him a simple question? "No you're not, last I knew you were bunking with D."
Okay, judging by the look on his face I suddenly realized that you absolutely never under any circumstances corner Kevin Richardson with pointed questions before he has his morning cup of coffee. "It was my turn to babysit your whiney ass."
BABYSIT?!? What an asshole! Kevin doesn't know how lucky he is that my head is killing me.....I will have to make a note to blindside his Kentucky butt some other time. "Whatever," I muttered as I stumbled toward the bathroom.
"Careful little man."
I slammed the bathroom door in reply only to regret it when the hard thud made my ears suddenly ring and my stomach start going queazy. The lights didn't help my eyes much either. Why does he always have to call me little man? I'm 17 years old for crying out loud. Practically an adult. I had only left the bathroom when Kevin reads me the riot act. Something about not flushing the toilet.
"I didn't use the toilet," I defended as I slid back into bed.
"Yes you did, I heard you peeing."
"Standing outside the door perv?"
The answer to my question was a flushing noise.
"Big deal....like you forget to flush, not that I'm admitting it was me, but yeah, sometimes you forget to flush."
Kevin came into back into the room, stopping by my bed. "Are you still feeling sleepy?"
"Nah.....just feeling another migraine coming on." I guess I just didn't feel like hiding it this time for some reason, I decided as I drew the covers up to my neck. Maybe he'll leave me alone now.
I realized no such luck when I heard Kevin walk toward the door and let Howie in. What the fuck? Is this Grand Central Station now? "Why can't you guys just go back to your own room and leave me alone in mine?"
"Still not feeling better?"
"I was thinking he was about ten minutes ago when he started acting crabby."
Great now they are both talking about me like I wasn't in the room or worse that I was a little kid!
"Hey I'm gonna head back to the room and grab a couple packs of coffee, this room is out."
Didn't I just ask Kevin earlier to go to his own freakin room if he wanted to drink coffee?! "Hey I got a better idea.....how about the two of you go back to your own room and drink your stinky coffee in there?"
"Geeze, you are right, Nicky is really being mister crab this morning."
I know that fans have dubbed Howie Dorough as the peacemaker of Backstreet but he gets a little over excessive being so happy every damn single morning! Normal people have days off!
Then for some stupid reason I started to feel homesick. Not the normal homesick where you miss your family or your best friend. It was a weird homesick and I guess it was listening to Howie breathe in and out and a stupid whistling noise his nose was making brought back a time when I was car sick on trip with my mom for an audition and the window was cracked and it made an eerie whistling noise when the wind rushed in.
Totally weird for that to hit me like that but the next thing I knew, I was crying. At first it was just a few tears and then all of a sudden I was bawling my eyes out. My head hurt, my stomach threatened to betray me and here I was, laying in bed bawling my eyes out! What the heck is wrong with me?
Then he started rubbing me on the side of my shoulder. God, my mother would do that and it would make me cringe but not this morning....I kept crying.
"Aw... Nicky, you not feeling good?"
I could only shrug my shoulders. It wasn't that I wasn't feeling good, I don't know what it was I was feeling. Embarrassed, yeah, that was it. Pure embarrassment.
"So yeah, those girls wanted to rape me in the lobby, they totally said they wanted to rape me.....something wrong with Nick?"
I wanted to pull the covers over my face. AJ came back with Kevin. God I didn't want to have AJ see me bawling like a baby.
Then something happened that shocked me. Instead of making fun of me crying my eyes out, AJ gently sat on the bed next to me and leaned over and started to say soothing words to me. We're talking tough guy, AJ McLean. Total hard ass AJ.
"S-h-h-h kiddo, it'll be okay....I'm here, just let it out, you'll feel better."
That guy is gonna make one hell of a dad some day.