"Man am I tired," Kristin said as she unlocked the door to the hotel room.

"Yeah me too," Nick mumbled.

"What's with you tonight? You're so cranky."

"Nothing I'm just tired and stressed," Nick said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, why don't you just take a shower and go on to bed. You'll probably feel better."

"I guess," he replied.

Kristin walked over and turned on the lamp beside the bed. She took a look around the room. Nick's clothes were laying everywhere. The floor was barely visible. "Nick honey can you do me a favor and pick up these clothes? It's a mess in here."

"Now?" Nick whined.

"Yes, now."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"They're your clothes not mine."

Nick groaned in irritation. "Fine," he said then started picking up his clothes and throwing them into his suitcase. He glanced over at Kristin who was rearranging his wrinkled clothes and folding them into his suitcase. "What are you doing?"

"Folding your clothes. Didn't your mother ever teach you how to pack a suitcase? Honestly I don't know how you managed to do this for six years."

Nick picked up the last shirt from off the floor and set it on the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Okay," Kristin said, not looking up from what she was doing. She left out a shirt and a pair of boxers for Nick and closed his suitcase. Ten minutes later Nick came out in towel. His hair was slicked back from being wet. Kristin smiled at his appearance. "This is tempting," she said as she got up and put her hands on his chest.

Nick closed his eyes and shook his head. "Not tonight. I'm not in the mood. I've got too much on my mind."

"Anything you wanna talk about?" Kristin asked as she pushed a strand of hair of his forehead.

"No, I just wanna go to bed," he said as he picked up his shirt and boxers.

"Okay if you're sure. I'm gonna take a shower now. If you're not awake when I come out good night."

"Yeah," Nick said as he put on his clothes.

Kristin gave him a startled look. He seemed cold and distant to her. She shook it off and walked into the bathroom. When she had already gotten into the shower, she had realized she'd forgotten her shampoo. Hesitant to talk to Nick she poked her head out of the bathroom door and looked around. He was sitting on the bed watching TV. "Nick can you reach in my suitcase real quick and get my shampoo for me?"

"In a second I'm watching the game."

"Please it'll only take two seconds."

Nick groaned and got the shampoo out of her suitcase and tossed it over to her. Timidly she picked the bottle from off the floor and went back to her shower. What is with him tonight? She thought to herself. I don't understand what's going on. What did I do? When she finished her shower she came out of the bathroom and got her toothbrush and toothpaste. She had just finished brushing her teeth when Nick walked in.

"Are you done in here? I gotta pee."

"Yeah," Kristin said as she walked toward the door. "It's all yours." Nick pushed passed her and nearly shoved her out of the bathroom.

Startled, Kristin put her things away and straightened up her suitcase. Tears came to her eyes as she thought about Nick's hostility. When he came out of the bathroom she glared over at him. "All right what's up with you? You've had the personality of a wet mop all damn night."

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" Nick yelled.

"Don't yell at me! I asked you a simple question there's no need to yell!"

"You wanna know what my problem is?" he said.

"Yeah I'd really like to know. You've been mean to me all night and I wanna know why."

"My problem is you!"

Kristin was taken aback by his words. She blinked back her tears and stared at him. "Me!?! What the hell did I ever do to you? Besides love you and care for you?"

"You're always telling me what to do. I can't do a simple thing without you telling me the best way to do it. God it's like I'm dating my mother!"

"Well, excuse me for caring for you! Well, since I'm such a pain in the ass why don't I fix that problem for you. I'll just leave!" she shouted, tears were streaming down her face.

"Fine!" Nick yelled.

"Fine!" Kristin yelled back and went for her suitcase. She grabbed her things and walked over to the door. "I never thought I'd see the day that the love of my life would break my heart. Obviously I was wrong," she said then walked out the door, slamming it behind her. The tears spilled down her cheeks as she walked over to Rachel and Brian's room. She frantically knocked on the door. Finally Rachel opened it.

"Oh my god Kris what's wrong?"

"Nick and I got into a huge fight. I don't know what all is going through his head, but I'm going back to Orlando. I'll see you in a few days," she said in between sniffles and hiccups.

"Going back to Orlando? But why?"

"I can't bear to see him right now. I have to get away."

"Aww it couldn't have been that bad."

"Believe me it was," Kristin sobbed.

Rachel hugged her best friend. "Well, if there's anything I can do please let me know."

"Thanks, but I'm gonna take the first flight back to Orlando. I'll see you in a few days."

"Do you want me to come with you? Brian won't mind."

"No, you stay here. I just need to be alone for a few days. I'll see you when you get back to Orlando."

"Do you want me to have Brian talk to Nick? Maybe we can work something out."

"You do whatever you want, but I don't think there's anything you can do. I think it's over."

"I'm sure whatever is going on Nick didn't mean it. But if going back to Orlando is what you want I'm behind you. Call me when you get there okay?"

"Okay," Kristin sniffled and turned to leave the hotel.

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