Ashley and Drew arrived with all of our stuff and the six of us decided to order some pizzas and hang out at Nick’s for the night. I thought Drew was going to lose it when he first saw AJ but he kept himself in tact. He actually was having fun and admitted to me later that he thought that Nick’s friends were really cool. Ashley was having a blast because of her knowledge of the Backstreet Boys fact and she had fun playing around with the guys.
We were all sitting around, getting ready to watch a movie, when I noticed that Nick wasn’t with us. I glanced around and didn’t see him anywhere. I walked into the kitchen and noticed him standing out on the deck, staring at the moonlight on the ocean. I quietly walked up and stared along with him:
“Hey! What are you doing out here all by yourself?” He turned to me, startled:
“Just thinking about something Brian said to me earlier.” I nodded:
“You want to talk about it? You’ve done so much for me. The least I could do is listen to you.” He started to say something but then quickly stopped himself:
“Uhh…Never mind. Let’s go inside with the rest of them.” He held his hand out to me and waited for me to follow him. I didn’t:
“Nick?” He dropped his hand:
“Yeah?”
“I know.”
“Know what?”
“I heard you talking to Brian earlier.” He began to look nervous, thinking that I heard his and Brian’s conversation about me. He mumbled:
“You heard me?” I continued to stare out at the ocean:
“Yeah. When you were on the phone with Brian this morning.” I heard him sigh, relieved, but chose to ignore it:
“I know who you are. I want to you know that I’m not a crazy obsessed fan. I honestly had no idea who you were until Ashley and I snooped around your house earlier. Sorry about that by the way.” He smiled and shrugged:
“No problem.” I continued:
“I also want you to know that I don’t care about Nick the Backstreet Boy. I’ve already gotten to know Nick Carter and that’s who I want to know. To tell you the truth, I’m not a fan at all. Although, I think I might rethink my opinion of you guys.” He smiled, relieved:
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just don’t know how people are going to react when they see me. Some freak out. Some like me just because of that. I didn’t want you to. I really like you, Kate. And I want to be there for you. I want to stay in touch with you even after you go back home.” I just stared at him for a second. Then I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a squeeze, as a tear rolled down my cheek:
“Thank you. You’ve been a great friend to me in the last 24 hours and I’ll never forget that. I hope we can remain friends cause you’re a really great person and if others can’t see past the Backstreet thing, then it’s their loss.” I walked back inside. Nick lingered for a second:
“Just friends?” Then he followed me in.