Chapter Four
Waking up the next morning was not something I particularly wanted to do. I fell asleep late, but despite that fac, I had the best night sleep in a long time and I was far from willing to give into the daylight.
But what can you do? I've grudgingly learned that life doesn't pause no matter how bad you want it to. Maybe I could call in sick. Work was the furthest thing from my mind right now. So, with that settled, where's the freaking phone when you need it? Apparently not where it should be. And that would mean I have to crawl out of bed to go downstairs to get the phone from the kitchen. To much effort for 10 in the morning.
Finding the phone in the kitchen, in a cupboard (what the hell did Megan do last night?) I called my boss.
"Yeah, this is Trina. I'm not feeling so well today. I don't think I'll be able to come in today." I finished with an obviously fake cough. Luckily my boss was extremly dense.
"Oh, well I hope you feel better then. See you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone I slumped down on a bar stool at the island in the center of the kitchen. To bad bar stools didn't have backs. I practically feel right off it.
Before I knew it Megan came zig-zagging into the kitchen holding her head. I'm guessing Meggy got a little trashed after I went to bed last night.
"Um, excuse me Meg. WHAT did you DO last night?" I asked interrupting her search for the Excedrin. "I found the phone in the cupboard."
"Oh nuh uh? I WONDERED where I put it. Go figure."
"Yeah go figure. Who woulda thought to look in the cabinet for a phone. Who would have out it there in the first place."
"How'd you find it then."
"I was looking for a clean cup!" I rolled my eyes. Megan could be SUCH a blonde some...no...most of the time.
"Well I don't know how it got there because I didn't put it there."
"Who else would have put it there? The little trolls that run around when we're not looking? Oh puh-lease."
"For your information. It's was probably our cat."
'How much more stupid could one person sound? I can't take it anymore.' Leaving my oh so blonde roomate behind I slowly walked back up to my room. Not having to go to work today certainly shone a new light on my day. Crawling back into my huge comfy bed I succumbed to a few more hours of much needed sleep.
*
I was always a person that was intrigues by dreams. I took a class once that taught you how to analize dreams. Of course back then I found it a waste of my time and I still do. My dreams were always a mass mess of confusion never making much sense. But I was still fascinated that your brain could make something up like that and I could still be completely unaware of what was really happening. But you know what really pissed me off? When someone wakes me up during a really great dream.
"What the hell do you want?" I grumbled into the phone. This person's going to be sorry for walking me up.
"God women. Not a morning person are you?"
"Uh- who is this?"
"I'm surprised at you Trina. Did you forget me already?"
"Nick? Is that you?"
"WOW! Give the girl a prize!"
"Shut up Nick."
"Look, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight. There's this really awesome restaurant not far from here, I want to take you to."
"Um. Yeah, sure, whatever. Pick me up at 6." And having said that I hung up the phone.
*
Nick and I went on more dates after that one. We got to know each other better through hours of being alone, talking. And let me tell you, this kid never ceases to amaze me.
I was shocked that he had so much life experiance for being only 20. People his age could only dream of being so insightful as he is. I guess that's what you get for being thrown into the adult world at such a young age. When I was thirteen all I was worried about was looking good for the boys. When Nick was thirteen he was trying to whatever he could to make the group successful with the help of the other guys. Wow.
But sometimes I wonder about him. Sometimes I think he's two different people. 1, you have the Backstreet Boy, the side of him I haven't really got to know. Then you have Nick Carter the guy I met, the guy I date. It's kind of surreal to think about it.
So now I sit across from him listening to him talk about his playstation. I wasn't exactly listen though. I was to busy looking at him. Trying to memorize his face. I wasn't stupid, I knew he was going on tour soon. I really didn't want him to go.
"Trina, I've been wanting to ask you something." When he didn't get a response from me he continued. "We've been dating for about a month now, and I was thinking it's about time to move on in our relationship."
"What do you mean Nick?" Yeah, I know what he means but I want to hear him say it.
"I'm SAYING I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Well Nick I don't know," His face fell. "Do you really think you can handle me?"
He grinned at me. God, I loved that grin. "Of course I can."
"Well then Nicky. I suppose I could be your girlfriend. Until someone better comes along anyway."
Laughing he pulled me into a hug. "Your sucha smartass."
"I know."
*
"Hello?" Megan answered the phone the next morning. "Yeah, hold on a minute."
"Trinee, it's for you, It's your boyfriend."
I waited for what she said to register. Slowly her eyes got really wide. "Wait a minute. Your boyfriend? Since when did you have a boyfriend?"
"Since yesterday."
"And you didn't tell me?" I heard her mumble as I walked out of the rooom with the phone. I knew I'd be hearing about it for a week. Why listen now?
About halfway through my conversation with Nick Megan walked into the room. I knew it wouldn't be long.
"Your boyfriend is that blonde dude right?"
"Yeah, Nick."
"Wait! Isn't he a Backstreet Boy?"
"Yeah."
"Nuh uh! He's freakin loaded. Your so lucky!" She squealed leaving the room.
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