Capitulito XII

Life with Nick was always like a hurricane, not to be cliché or anything. Those are just the perfect words to describe it.

It was always this awards show, that album release party, this interview, that tour, etc.

I didn’t like going with him, and though I knew he would have liked a girlfriend there, he didn’t want me there.

I stirred up too much dust.

Not intentionally, of course, we both understood that it was nothing that either of us did to provoke people. People were just, well, they felt personally insulted to see us together.

In interviews all of the boys had said they would love to have relationships with people who weren’t affected by the business. That they would prefer someone who wasn’t in the public eye.

But it wasn’t true. A lot of what they said wasn’t true.

Kevin married a dancer.

Brian an actress.

AJ married a singer.

Howie dated models.

But Nick, Nick dated someone normal.

Normalness is in the eye of the beholder, of course. But in the way that I was a college student and a fan and a card holding Target member made me normal.

And how dare I?

I, who was so normal, date a God?

Nick Carter.

Nick Carter.

Nick Carter.

He was everyone’s dream.

And I was everyone.