“Since when do you two go out alone?” Cameron asked trying to tune his guitar
as he sat on his bed in his hotel room.
“We’ve wanted to go out for a while. And Taylor said the next stop
where we stay over for a night, we should go out,” Nicole explained.
“Well have fun,” he shook his head and concentrated on the out of tune
chords he was playing.
“Do you have a problem with us going out?” She asked crossing her arms
over her chest.
He shrugged. “I just don’t think it’s very cool to separate yourselves like
that. I mean this is business, this is our future and you dating golden boy could
fuck it up.”
“I thought you liked Taylor,” Nicole said. “Here, give me that,” she
reached out for the guitar when Cameron couldn’t tune it and sat down beside
him.
“Yeah I like him alright but...” He trailed off.
“It’s just one date, Cam. We’re bored, we wanna go out,” she told him
fixing his guitar.
“Fine. Who am I to tell you what to do?”
“I’m not gonna fuck anything up,” she said handing his guitar back to
him.
“Don’t go falling in love with him,” Cameron warned looking up at her as
she got off the bed.
She rolled her eyes and gently pushed his forehead. “Come on. You
know me better than that,” she winked.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as she walked toward the door.
“Yep. Later man.”
“Later.”
***************
Taylor cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair before he
knocked on Nicole’s door. She briskly made her way over to the door and
pulled it open.
“Hey,” she smiled fixing the tiny strap of her white tank top back on her
shoulder.
“Hi,” he smiled back.
“Come in,” she invited stepping back. “I’ll be ready in like 2 minutes.”
“No problem,” he said sticking his hands in his back pockets and
following her into the room. He took a seat on the bed while she retreated to the
bathroom.
“Are you aware that this show’s in spanish?” Taylor half-smiled as he
noticed the soap opera on her TV.
“Yeah, shh,” she instructed walking back out into the the room with a
wand of lip gloss in her hand while she concentrated on the show.
Taylor turned to look at her. “Do you know what they’re saying?”
“Okay, see Julio is in love with Marisol,” she began as she kneeled on the
bed next to Taylor. “But Marisol is married to Julio’s dad.”
“Uh huh,” Taylor nodded slowly. “Which one’s Julio?”
“That one,” she pointed to the TV. “With the leather jacket. But he
doesn’t know who his dad is so Marisol has no idea. Julio just thinks she’s his
therapist.”
Taylor laughed. “Ah, the ol’ therapist dating a patient and married to his
dad at the same time routine.”
“Exactly,” she smiled getting off the bed.
“I didn’t know you spoke spanish,” he said.
She turned and went back to the bathroom. “Hay mucho que no conoces,
mi amor,” she said while she finished her make-up.
“Did you just call me fat?” Taylor asked.
She came back out and picked up the remote to turn off the TV. “Maybe.
Okay I’m ready.”
Taylor stood up and looked at her. “That you are. Let’s go,” he said
walking toward the door. “Mi amor,” he smiled pulling the door open and
stepping back to let her go out first.
Part Four
