Chapter Twelve
So I'm sitting on the plane waiting for it to take off and I hear my cell ring. It's either Meredith or my mother asking if I'm still alive, demanding to know why I haven't called her, and wanting to know if Nick has proposed yet. Praying it's not my mother, I looked at the phone and see that it's Meredith. Probably calling to tell me that Nick called and decided to break things off. Because that's just how perfect my life is.
"Hi Mere."
"Ang...you won't believe what just happened,"she said slowly.
Yeah right. "Try me,"I told her.
"Ok,"she said. "Well a few minutes ago." Then there was a pause. Leave it to Meredith to make things more dramatic.
"Yeah what happened a few minutes ago,"I prompted her, boredly. It's probably something having to do with Shit For Brains Rob.
"Well ok, I was sitting there watching a Cosby Show rerun. You know the one where Theo joins the football team and he's really really bad?" Oh jesus. God help me. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes Meredith I know the episode." The girl was obsessed with that show. She even named our dog after him because she liked the name. Sad isn't it?
"Ok well I was watching the show and our buzzer goes off so I go over and ask who it is."
Please God just let her get to the point sometime this morning.
"And he says he has a delivery from Sally's Singing Telegrams. So ya know I let him up thinking this is some sick joke from my sister or something for the engagement."
I grinned,"Ok so anyway."
"So anyway, I let him up."
I raised my eyes heavenward. "Lemme guess it was from cute Robbie. I didn't think he had it in him Mere. Ya know, coz usually he thinks being romantic and thoughtful is sending you a lifesized poster of himself with his favorite picture of him from the underwear modeling days. Ya know the one with him in the gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You know which one I'm talking about because we've only seen the picture a million times."
"Don't get cute Angela. Do you want me to finish the story or not??"Meredith snapped, obviously irritated.
YES for the sake of my sanity I wanted her to finish the friggin story sometime in the next hour. "Yes sorry go on."
"OK well so I let him in."
"You said that already."
"Well you cut me off."
"Just finish the story."
"K, so he comes up."
"MEREDITH! What do you have alzheimers??"
"Sorry! Angela shut up!"
"Ok so after he came in then what happened?"
"Well he says he has a song for ANGELA RUSSO, thank you very much. So it wasn't from Rob, it was from YOUR demented boyfriend. Ok so this fat, little, bald man in a skimpy cupid costume sings "I Can't Help Falling In Love" and I am now scarred for life. I will forever have the vision and the terrible, terrible singing implanted in my memory FOREVER."
I let out a loud laugh as the lady next to me sent me a death glare. Oh deal with it lady. It was from Nick. MY Nick. How incredibly cute is that?! I mean, he sent me a singing telegram. That has to be the cutest most thoughtful thing ever.
"I can't believe he did that!!"I gushed happily.
"Well I was the one who had to suffer through it not you. And that's not all. Along with the song came a delivery of like five million different kinds of flowers that I can't even tell you the names of. The apartment stinks and looks like a freakin florest shop. All because of your psychotic boyfriend."Meredith said. She sounded mad but I knew Meredith better than that. Much better. And I knew she was probably ROLLING on the floor laughing when she saw that. I also knew that she thought highly of Nick now for doing that for me. I mean, a singing telegram?? I didn't even know they had that in real life! I just loved his sense of humor. It's one of the best things about him. It also means that he really loves me and misses me. I was thrilled, to say the least.
"C'mon Mere,"I laugh. "It must've been hilarious."
And that's when I heard it. It was a little giggle on the other end. Then another. I knew this was trouble now. I started to laugh so hard tears were streaming down my cheeks and she was hysterical on the other line. The elderly lady next to me shot me a look. But I couldn't stop. I'm sure the plane enjoyed listening to Me the Banshee and Meredith the Shrew. Because I was pretty damn sure you could hear her laughing from across the aisle. Whenever Meredith and I start laughing it's very hard to calm us down.
"I can't believe he did that!"I gasped.
"I KNOW!"she cried out.
It was then that a bleached blond flight attendant with way too much makeup came over. Gee, I wonder if I would be able to carve my name into her face with the amount of foundation that was plastered onto there. "Excuse me miss but we're ready to take off now, can you please buckle your seatbelt and put the phone away."
I wiped the tears from my eyes, still smiling,"Mere. I gotta go, we're taking off."
"Ok go to your boy. He's a great guy Ang. Don't let him go."
"I won't,"I promised.
"Love ya sweetie. See ya in a few days."
"Love you too. Bye."
I put my phone away and fastened my seatbelt with a smile. I loved that boy. It was almost weird how much I loved him because I didn't think it was possible to love someone that much. I knew I was doing the right thing going to see him. Even if it was to Wisconsin. You know, it's amazing how much information you could find out online. Just go to a few Backstreet Boys websites, join in on a few teenybopper chats, pry some info out of adolesent girls and BAM! You've got yourself a list of every hotel the boys have or will ever stay at along with every stop on this tour AND the next. Ok, ok, so I called Brian. He was ecstatic, saying something about Nick being a miserable ass for the past two weeks. I will shamefully admit that hearing that Nick was as miserable as me made my day a little brighter. He continued on to say that he's never seen Nick love someone as much as he loves me. Hearing that made my day A LOT brighter and I was walking on clouds for the rest of the day. Brian also gave me all the vital info like the hotel, the room number, the times, everything. He was so helpful and I probably owed him big time for making this all possible for Nick.
Nick, oh god my Nick. I love him, there's no other way to say it. I love him enough to drop everything and go to him. I love him enough to admit that he's making me lose my mind. And I love him so much that I never want to lose him. I leaned back in my seat with a smile planted on my face as I felt the plane start to me. Wisconsin here I come.
