Chapter 6

"It gets on my nerves sometimes. It's all consuming because it's my life and it's the only thing I know how to do. But there are photographers and fans that follow me and scream at me, and I just wish I could finally have a break from it all."
"Well, you're having that break right now, buddy. I won't scream at you, I only want to take care of you, make sure you get better."
"I know," he said softly, squeezing her hand.
"Well, I better get to sleep. I wanna go get groceries tomorrow morning, so good night, Nick." she turned around and closed her eyes, not bothering to disengage her hand from his grip.
"Sweet dreams," he said softly, turning out the light and squeezing her hand once more before dozing off himself.
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The next morning, Nick woke up to find Jacinda gone. He looked over at the clock radio and groaned. One in the afternoon. So much for saying goodbye to her.
Well, he thought. Maybe I should try to get up and go find something to eat. He tried to lift his head and a sudden overwhelming wave of nausea hit him. He groaned and laid back down, frustrated about being an invalid.
Downstairs he heard the front door open and close, and sighed in relief. Maybe Jacinda could help him get up.
"Jaci!" he called out, making a face at the pain his loud voice caused.
Jaci jogged up the stairs and opened the door. "What's the matter, Nick?" she asked, concern written all over her face.
"Can you help me get up? I wanna get something to eat, but everytime I tried to get up, my head hurt and I felt nauseated."
Jacinda came to his side. She gently stroked back his now sunny blond hair. "Maybe your head is telling you that you shouldn't get up right now." she said gently.
"Then how can I get my own food?" he asked.
"You can't. I'm sorry. I'll go make you a sandwich, though." As she got up to leave, he caught her hand. "You don't have to do this," he said in a shaky voice.
She smiled gently down at him. "I want to help you."
"Will you stay with me when you come back up?"
Her smile grew. "I thought you'd never ask. I just have to put the food away and make your sandwich and them I'm all yours." she winked at him, then left the room.
His heart beat a little faster when she did that, and he wondered why. He was starting to get these weird feelings when he was around her and suddenly that's all that he wanted to do was be with her. He was going to figure it outeventually, he reasoned. Maybe it's best if I wait it out and try and find out exactly what this feeling means first.
She came back up a good while later, carrying a tray with his sandwich, along with a glass of water on it. She sat beside him on the bed. Since he couldn't get up, she had to feed him the sandwich herself, which she didn't mind at all. However, he did manage to drink the water, though. When he was done, she put the try with the dishes on it on her dressser, and laid down on her Queen size bed beside him. She turned on the radio, and turned around so that she faced the wall. Suddenly, her favorite song by Jessica Simpson came on, and she sang along to the lyrics.

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