Well here we are again at last!
I've been away for so long I've almost forgotten what I was writing about.
Nevertheless I'm back from my travels and putting my life back in order.
Thanks for being patient with me. In case anybody cares, I had a
great time in Australia. It's a wonderful country, but I'm glad to
be home. Now let's see if I can remember what I was planning for
this chapter. I think it's gonna be a good one.
The usual song and dance. This story is fictional and is not
meant to imply anything about anyone. If you shouldn't read this
A Model Romance- Part Eight
The wind whistled through my hair and the mid-morning
sun was warm upon my face as I rode through Manhattan in my BMW convertible.
Maybe it was a little too cold to have the top down, but the warmth coming
from within me was enough to combat the chill in the air. For the
first time in my life I was head over heels in love. Of course it
was too good to be true, and certainly it was too soon for me to have any
feelings of the kind, but that didn't make it any less true. I was
in love with Justin and that was that. Not that I planned on telling
him any time soon. He'd probably think I was obsessive and get all
freaked out. But I could still show him I cared.
And it was with that thought in mind that I was
on my way to the best florist in the city. For the moment though
it was just nice to drive. It was a beautiful day considering it
was November and it wasn't often that I got to enjoy a little time on my
As if on cue my cell phone rang. It was David
reminding me about going to dinner with him and some of his bigshot customers.
As soon as that call was finished the phone rang again. It was my
secretary calling to go over my schedule for Monday. Then three reporters
in a row. How did they get this number? By the time
I finished talking to David's secretary who had called to tell me that
David said I needed to stop by Armani and buy something I was no longer
enjoying my drive. When the phone rang again I debated about throwing
it out the window, but the way my luck was going I'd probably hit someone.
"What," I practically yelled into the speaker.
"Um, hi, it's just me. Did I catch you at
a bad time."
Of course it had to be Justin.
"No, sorry. It's just turning out to
be a much more hectic day then I thought. Too many phone calls."
"Why don't you just turn the phone off."
"Ha! If I did that David would have the National
Guard scouring the city for me in less than an hour."
"Yeah I know that feeling. Anyway I just called
to say what's up."
"Couldn't go without hearing my voice for a whole
twenty minutes, huh?"
"Sure Mr. Ego, that's it exactly."
"Oh come on you like it when I'm cocky."
"I'll try not to read too deeply into that."
"Hey, you're the one that slept with me last night.
Oopps I gotta go. I'll see you tonight."
After I finished at the florist I went to Armani
per David's request. The funny thing about being a famous model was
that you didn't get to chose where you did your shopping. I was basically
"rented out" to certain stores on certain days. And I got paid in
clothes. Apparently just having me in the story brought in enough
business to make up for whatever I got. Today I settled for a few
shirts and a pair of shoes. And of course I had to sign autographs
for about fifteen people, including three of the store's employees.
What I really needed was to carry a briefcase full of autographed photos.
When I finally made a discreet exit from the store
it was nearly 2:00. I debated breifly about getting Justin's something
besides flowers but I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't seem obsessive,
tacky, or just stupid. After wandering around for half an hour I
still couldn't come up with anything so I headed back to my appartment.
Hopefully I wouldn't be late.
As it turned out I was running a little late, but
that was perfect since David was late to pick me up. He was always
late. Dinner was about what I expected. A bunch of rich stiffs
in suits who were just worried about where there money was going.
My only real job was supposed to be to convince them that I wasn't a stereotypical
model with no brains. When we got to the restaurant I discovered
that one of the suits had brought his 17 year old daughter along.
That was way too convenient. David played innocent but I could see
through that. Still it didn't change the fact that Angela had attached
herself to my arm and proceeded to talk my ear off during dinner.
Apparently she was planning on becoming a super model herself. And
and actress. And a singer. It wouldn't have been that bad except
that every sentence was punctuated with "Like, oh my god!" I would
have sworn under oath that time was standing still if I hadn't watched
every second pass on my watch.
Eventually we got out of the restaurant. By
that time I was getting nervous that I wouldn't get to see Justin before
he went on stage. At that point David made the casual suggestion
that I should escort Angela for the evening and introduce her to everyone.
The look I shot at David should have dropped him dead right there, but
he just shrugged and grinned ruefully. Well he was going to hear
about it on Monday!
As the limo cruised towards Madison Square Garden
I started working out escape plans for myself. The best thing I could
come up with was to pretend to be sick, but that wouldn't get me any closer
to Justin. So I resigned myself to "escorting" Angela and tried to
strike up a conversation. Maybe if I bored her enough she would go
"So, um, tell me Angela, why do you want to be a
"Oh well like, I'm not sure if I want to or not.
I mean it would be totally cool, but I really, um, wanna sing to, and I
think I want to act to. Cause daddy says I can do whatever I want,
but thinking about it too much gives me a headache."
"Uh huh. Well then I guess not thinking is
probably the best choice."
"What? Oh yeah, that's, like exactly what
I try to do."
"Right. Is there any, ah, questions or stuff
you want to know about?"
"Oh no not really. I mean like I know all
you really have to do is have you picture taken. I mean that sounds
pretty easy to me."
"It's a lot harder than you think some times," I
said trying not to clench my teeth. "Oh look we're here."
"Listen Angela, I have to run backstage real quick
and, um well I just have to run an errand. Why don't I meet you..."
"Oh wow! I'd love to go backstage. Hey
daddy! Zack is taking me backstage!"
And so it was that I found myself wandering backstage
with a 17 year old wearing four inch heels whose hair color and tan came
straight out of a bottle. For that matter her nose looked too perfect
to be real either. Wondering how I was going to get rid of her, I
knocked on the door of the dressing room labeled "NSYNC."
Justin was pacing back and forth like a caged animal.
He couldn't figure out where Zack was. Maybe he'd had trouble with
security or something, but that wasn't likely. JC and Joey were playing
Nintendo and Chris was lying on the couch. Lance was sitting in an
airchair watching them. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he practically shouted. So maybe
he was a little tense. To his dismay it was a delivery man carrying
a dozen roses in a vase. He should know better then to bother them.
All their presents from fans were put in a different room.
"I have a delivery for Mr. Timberlake?"
"That's me, but those should have been left with
the security guards at the door. They'll take care of it."
"No sir, I had explicit instructions to bring these
right to you."
"Really? Ok fine just put them on the table."
After he left Justin resumed his pacing.
"What're those," Lance asked.
"What do they look like Lance? They're flowers."
"Yeah but who sent them?"
"Well maybe you should check the card."
"Why it's probably just from some 14 year old girl
who thought she could win my heart by sending me flowers." He paused
looking at the roses. They were pretty and they did smell nice.
Snatching the card he tore it open. It read:
People always tell me that you should take the
time to stop and smell the roses on the road of life. I find this
is much easier if the roses are brought to you. Justin, you are one
rose that is definitely worth stopping for. Hope you like the flowers,
I apologize for the cheese factor, but hey, it's the thought that counts
Thinking of you,
"So who are they from Justin?"
"I bet I know," JC said with that mischievous grin
that had become so common on his face.
"Yes JC they are from my boyfriend if that's what
you're getting at."
"Awww. That's too cute."
"Knock it off Joey," Lance said. "I think
"Yeah it is. You're just jealous Joey," Chris
Justin tuned out the rest. It was sweet of
Zack to send him flowers. Maybe it wasn't too soon for him to be
in love. He knew he was in love with Zack, so why couldn't the opposite
be true? No, he'd just have to wait. It was too soon even if
the boy was sending him roses. Then again...
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the
"Ah those must be the flowers from my boyfriend."
"You're just too funny JC," Justin growled as he
whipped open the door.
Zack was standing there with a wide-eyed girl hanging
on his arm who couldn't be more than 16 or 17. With those heels she
was as tall as Zack and was wearing enough makeup for three people.
Justin felt a surge of jealousy before he could stop it. This had
to be some kind of joke. Before he could open his mouth she started
"Oh my god! You're Justin! Oh my god!
Are they all in there? This is so cool!"
"Justin, guys, meet Angela. She's um, well
her dad is one of David's friends. Angela..."
Before Zack could say another word Angela was in
the room squealing with delight at the sight of the four other guys sprawled
out in the room. Zack gave Justin helpless look. What the hell
was going on? Zack wouldn't have the nerve to bring a date here,
would he? Unless he had just been toying with him all this time.
His feelings must have shown on his face because Zack started to look worried.
"Um Angela, I need to talk to Just... to the guys
for a minute. Could you..."
"Oh this is so cool. I want all your autographs.
Can I watch the concert form back here? Will you guys sing a song
for me? This is like..."
"Lance," Zack shouted nearly hysterically.
"Angela was hoping for a tour backstage. Maybe you could show her
around for a few minutes while I, um discuss some very boring this with
Justin...and the other guys."
Lance's eyes widened until Justin was sure they
were going to pop out of his head but he nodded and towed Angela out of
the room, shutting the door behind him. Zack looked very embarrassed.
"Um, I'm really sorry about that one guys.
She was just kind of sprung on me at the last minute. She's the daughter
of one of David's biggest clients. I tried to get rid of her but...oh
please don't hate me."
"The only one who might hate you is Lance," JC said
with a chuckle. "But he'll get over it."
Justin let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd
been holding. "For a minute I thought..."
"Oh you can't be serious! Aside from the fact
that she's not my type..."
"Not unless her skirt is hiding a lot more than
we think," JC whispered to Joey loud enough for everyone to hear."
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,
you're the only date I want or need Mr. Timberlake."
Justin smiled. He really did love the boy.
Instead of saying so though he wrapped his arms around him and kissed him
thoroughly, ignoring the gagging noises coming from the direction of Joey
and JC. Then the door burst open.
"Oh my god! What are you doing!"
Justin and Zack both jumped as if they'd been bitten.
Somehow Justin had gotten his legs entwined with Zack's and when he tried
to pull away they both fell on the floor with a loud thud. Justin
looked up to see Angela's big eyes staring down at him, her mouth hanging
open. Behind her Lance was standing in the doorway, his face more
red than should have been humanly possible. Zack shifted and Justin
realized he was still sitting on his boyfriend.
"Um Angela," he began, raking a hand through his
spiky blonde hair, "there is a perfectly good explanation for this."
Justin was afraid that was all Zack was going to
say. Angela seemed to have been shocked into silence thankfully.
That silence seemed to have engulfed the entire room. Zack opened
and closed his mouth twice but no sound came out. Finally he started
"See it's like this...Justin was just telling a
joke, about this bride who...got married. Well, I mean of course
she got married, cause she was a bride. But anyway, um, he got to
the part about kissing, and I just thought it would be funny...if I kissed
him. And then you walked in, and I know how it looked, but really
it was just a joke."
He finished with a weak laugh and picked himself
up off the floor. Angela's eyes followed him as he walked over to
the couch and sat down heavily. The startled expression on her face
gradually changed to anger. Justin felt like his stomach was going
to empty itself. He'd seen that look on girls' faces before.
It always meant trouble.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"No, not at all, I just..."
"You think you're so smart sneaking around like
this and getting rid of me. I've seen this before," she said disgustedly.
"How could you treat her like this? How could you!"
Confused was not a sufficient adjective to describe
the look on Zack's face.
"Oh don't play dumb, you know, like, exactly what
I'm talking about. How could you go cheating on Britney like this?
Like right behind her back too!"
If it had been a cartoon the sound of every man's
jaw hitting the floor would have echoed in the silence. After a moment
Zack collected himself.
"Let me make sure I understand this. You don't
care if I'm gay, but you're angry because you think I'm cheating on Britney?"
"Well duh. But you're not gay. I mean
of course you're bi, but that's not really like the same thing. But
like I kinda figured all of you were bi anyway. Y'know I have a friend
who's bi, but I think he's really just gay and doesn't want to tell
me. Then I do know this guy who is gay and he's really cool.
Wait? You're gay? What about Britney?"
"Um, Angela, I think you're a little confused."
For fifteen minutes six guys tried to explain what
was going on without success. The Britney came in. Five minutes
later Angela was on her way to meet her father, perfectly satisfied and
having promised not to tell anyone about Zack and Justin. Not that
she understood why she couldn't tell anyone.
"How do you do it Brit?"
"JC you are a typical male. All you needed
to do was explain the situation to the girl. There was no trick to
"But we did explain! Three times..."
"JC," I interrupted, "you wont win this one.
JC bowed. "I defer to the gay guy, who no
doubt has infinitely more experience than me in matters of women."
"JC there are 10 year olds who have more experience
with women than you."
"Don't make me kick your ass Curly."
"Hey no roughing up my man JC. Only I'm allowed
to do that."
"Alright boys," Britney was saying when the door
flew open again.
"Does anybody knock anymore," Chris exclaimed.
Christina Agulera stood in the doorway looking as
flustered as I'd every seen her. Her piercing blue eyes swept over
the entire room and while they might have narrowed when she saw Britney
they brightened again when she looked at JC.
"Guys we have a real problem. Nick is missing."
"Oh shit," Justin mumbled.
"Security is going nuts trying to find him.
Brian said he was in their dressing room and then just left without saying
a word. When he wasn't back in five minutes Brian and AJ went to
find him. That was almost an hour ago."
"Well I guess we'll help look for him," JC sighed.
"He has to be backstage somewhere. We would have heard the shockwave
of teenage girls screaming if he'd gone out into the arena."
Justin was still mumbling. "This is just like
him. Always waiting till the last minute to be in a mood..."
His voice trailed off as he stomped down the corridor.
I wanted to go after him but I thought I knew where Nick might be.
By the time I decided to go my own way looking for Nick everyone else was
gone. Having been to the Garden for a couple of shows I knew of a
few good hiding places.
I found him in the old broom closet where I had
once spent an hour hiding from a couple of overzealous reporters after
a fashion show. He was sitting on an old beat up stool, elbows on
his knees and resting his head in his hands. The single lightbulb
overhead cast strange shadows on his usually gorgeous face, giving him
a fatigued, hunted look. He glanced up as I opened the door, his
eyebrows climbing in suprise and then falling quickly in irritation, then
he buried his face back in his hands and sighed.
"Of all the people that had to find me."
"Oh grow up Nick," I said irritably. "Do you
have any idea how much trouble your causing?"
"Screw you Zack. You've got a lot of balls
coming here with your High and Mighty attitude like you're so perfect!
Well shit maybe you are perfect! You seem to have everything exactly
the way you want it. You have no idea what I'm going through so why
don't you just get lost and go enjoy your life."
"You know you're wrong, I do know what you're going
through. I've been there. Look I'm sorry things didn't work
out between you and Justin..."
"Do me a favor and save your pity for someone who
gives a shit."
"Alright fine, if that's the way you want it.
But in less than an hour you have a show to put on. You have an obligation
to you bandmates and to your fans to go out there and perform."
"Don't talk to me about obligations you..."
"Shutup Nick. For all I care when the concert
is over you can come back here and sit in this dingy little closet till
you rot but you will get your sorry ass out on that stage if I have to
hit you over the head and drag you out!"
"I'd like to see you try! I'm sure you think
you're so great because yesterday you were nobody and now you've got your
face on a couple of magazines. Well I got news for ya, it wont last.
Because you are still just a sell out with no talent who is living off
"You're on to talk about selling out Mr..."
"And by the way you really aren't nearly as hot
as you seem to think you are. I don't know how..."
"You're just jealous because Justin wants me and
Something inside Nick must have snapped. He
launched himself off the stool and crashed into me sending both of us flying
into the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but I was so
mad I hardly noticed. I felt the satisfying smack of my right fist
colliding with Nick's jaw while at the same time his knee landed solidly
into my ribs. For another minute or so we brawled across the dusty
floor before our fight was brought to an abrupt halt when two sets of hands
grabbed each of us and dragged us to our feet..
"What the hell is going on here," Justin yelled.
He was standing in the doorway with Britney, Christina,
AJ and Chris right behind him. Nick was being restrained by Lance
and Brian while JC and Joey were holding me. It would have made quite
a photo for the tabloids. Luckily there were no reporters around.
"I'll ask again," Justin went on in a more calm
voice, "what is going on here?"
"It's my fault," Nick blurted out. "I got
pissed off and jumped on him."
"No, that's not really true," I jumped in.
"It's my fault cause I pissed him off."
"I don't really care who started it," JC snapped.
"Nick you need to get yourself cleaned up and ready to go on stage.
Zack, you probably should go up to your box before David sends Angela back
her to find you.
"Nick...listen I'm sorry." Extending my hand
I added "No hard feelings. Maybe I can buy you a drink after the
He studied me for a moment before excepting my hand
and saying "Sure."
"That was nice of you."
I turned to see Justin smiling at me in a weird
way. He seemed amused, but also a little...jealous is the word I
thought of but that was ridiculous.
"It was the least I could do after I gave him a
fat lip before he has to go on stage."
"You don't look so good yourself."
He walked closer and put his arms around me, holding
me tightly. A little too tightly. Nick's knee had hit me pretty
"Come on cutie, I'll clean you up."
"Don't be silly I'm fine."
"Maybe you should look in a mirror before you decide
With a sigh I allowed myself to be lead back to
the NSYNC dressing room. Christina smirked at me as I passed her,
Britney simply shook her head. As Justin predicted, the mirror did
change my opinion of my condition. Aside from the bruise over my
ribs I also had a cut on my lip. Of course that paled in comparison
to the lovely patch of black that was forming around my left eye.
I could feel it swelling already. Justin leant me a pair of sunglasses
of cover the damage.
"Thanks for the flowers by the way. That was
"Oh I'm glad you liked them. I was afraid
you'd think it was stupid."
"No of course not. I'll like anything you
give me because it's from you."
"Yuck," I whined. "I think I'm gonna puke."
He bent closer to me and pressed his lips firmly
to fine. In moment s his tongue was exploring my mouth as I ran my
hands under his shirt and across his back. Sometime later I came
up for air.
"Aren't you going to be late?"
"Actually yes," he said calmly.
"Then maybe you should get going?"
"I guess so."
"What, you trying to get rid of me?"
"No I'd love it if you could stay here with me,
but there's fifty thousand people out there who are gonna be pissed if
you don't move your ass."
"Yeah, I'm going. No big deal Britney's on
"Come on Justin, don't pull a Nick."
"Hey watch it bud. And that reminds me I hope
you know I'm mad at you as much as Nick for acting like a little kid and
I expect to hear the whole story later."
"And if I don't like what you tell me you're gonna
"Is that a promise?"
"Boy you better believe it is!"
With a quick smile flashing his white teeth he was
gone and I sank gratefully back onto the couch. Pretending like I
wasn't in pain was getting pretty tough. Nick packed a mean punch.
The concert went better than anyone had hoped.
Nobody made any serious mistakes, all the cues were timed right, even the
pyrotechnics worked the way they were supposed to. The audience went
wild throughout the whole show, but for the finale when all the acts were
on-stage together they reached a level of excitement Justin had never seen
before. The standing ovation went on for a good ten minutes.
It was incredible. And he was glad it was over.
"I don't understand it," Chris moaned from the couch,
"I was on stage less than I would be for a normal show, but I'm like twice
"It's cause you didn't get any sleep last night
"Well Joe it was hard to sleep with you and your
friend having so much fun in the next room."
"Oh...whoops. Didn't realize Rachel and I
were being so loud."
"Rachel huh? At least you remember her name."
"Hey I resent that implication. I didn't have
anything...well, at most...three or...maybe four drinks last night."
"Wow you are a model of self-restraint."
"Come on kids, don't fight."
"Kids? Curly last time I checked I had about
a decade on you."
"Hey old man...whoops I mean Chris that's your problem
"That's Mr. Kirkpatrick to you boy."
"So do you think you'll be allowed to keep you job
after you turn thirty?"
"I'm young at heart dickwad."
"Exactly, you're a kid."
"You sonofa...when did you get so damn smart Timberlake?"
"Must have been from watching you, bro."
"Flattery will get you no where, it's too late.
You'll have to get someone else to buy your drinks tonight."
"Yeah I'm sure that'll be a big problem. Where
are we going anyway?"
"I don't know let's ask our resident expert.
Joe, where we going?"
"Oh I don't know. A bar."
"Big help. Yo JC, where are we going tonight?"
"AJ said we've got a private room at some ritzy
club up by Times Square.
"Bitchin, when are we leaving?"
"Soon as everyone's ready."
"Aren't there always?"
"Hey I don't know I thought maybe we'd roll up in
the tour bus. Maybe they'd let me drive."
"Sure thing Chris."
"OK, well if we're almost ready I'm gonna go look
"What, you just gonna walk out into the Garden and
start wandering around? I'm sure no one will recognize you."
"Yes JC that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
I'll just wait for him...out in the hall."
"God you are really obsessed aren't you?"
"I am not! I just don't feel like sitting
here and waiting."
"Waiting for what," Zack asked closing the door
"For Chris to admit he's old."
That earned a snort from Chris.
"So Zack where's the little bundle of joy you so
kindly dropped on us earlier."
"I told Angela I had an early meeting tomorrow and
that I needed to get a good night's sleep."
"You know," Joey said as he checked himself out
in the mirror, "I seem to remember seeing you in some interview preaching
about how you hated lying and didn't like people who lie."
"Oh I don't like liars. I didn't lie.
I do need a good night's sleep. Not that I'm gonna get it, but I
"Yeah I doubt you'll get much sleep tonight," JC
said perfectly seriously. "No sexual implication intended of course."
"Of course not," Zack said just as seriously.
"And I might have actually believed you except for the big stupid grin
on your face."
"What about your early meeting," Lance asked.
"Hey Lance, welcome to the party," Joey laughed.
"Thought you were asleep. But yeah, what about that early meeting
"Absolutely true. I have a massage scheduled
for 10. I think I might have to push it back to 1:00 though.
But it's all true. See Joe it's all about what people think they
here. I really do hate to lie, but I can bend the truth when I need
"That's a comforting thought. So you'll never
lie to me, just mislead me."
"I would never lie to you Justin. I'll always..."
"Wait," Chris yelled. He plugged his ears
with his fingers. "OK go ahead and say whatever nauseating crap you
With a glance to make sure Chris was watching, Zack
grabbed Justin and started making out with him."
"Ugghhh. Are you trying to make us all puke
we get drunk?"
"Chris you know this turns you on. Why fight
"I think you've got me confused with Lanstein over
"Huh! What, no I don't...shutup Chris."
"You ok Lance? You seem a little flustered
all of a sudden."
"I'm fine. I was just...thinking that's all."
"Thinking about what Lance? As if we didn't
Lance blushed and opened his mouth but Chris spoke
"Look! He's blushing I was right."
"He was probably thinking about your mom Chris,"
"So can we go already," Justin jumped in, quickly
changing the subject. He needed to talk to Lance later.
At that point Brian stuck his head in the door.
"You guys ready to go."
"No we're actually gonna sit here with our thumbs
in our asses all night," Joey said jovially. "Of course we're ready.
Let's get the hell out of here!"
When a black stretch limo pulls up to a club in
Times Square it usually attracts a little bit of attention. When
it is accompanied by a black Lincoln Navigator full of security guards
it usually attracts a little more interest. When thirteen famous
teen idols get out of the limo things start to get nuts. Suddenly
the crowds milling through the area descended upon us like a swarm of locusts.
We were ushered or perhaps herded into the club. The private room
that had been reserved for us was on the second floor overlooking the main
dance floor. There was "VIP" lounge with an extremely well-stocked
bar right outside the room. The "VIP's" pretended not to stare as
our group went by but I had a feeling there would be more than one autograph
request for whoever went to the bar.
The room itself was round, with leather couches
all around the outside. The rest of the room was scattered with cushions,
beanbag chairs and coffee tables. There was a glass door opening
out onto the balcony over the dance floor. Sounds of dance music
drifted up through the ceiling. I was still looking over the room
when Chris darted past me shouting gleefully.
"Beanbag chairs! I love beanbag chairs!"
"Well he'll be entertained for a few hours at least,"
"No doubt. But personally I'd like to be entertained
by a vodka martini." There was an audible pause before Joey added
"Shaken not stirred," in a reasonable impression of Sean Conery.
"That sounds like the first good idea you've had
in months Joe."
"Ha ha JC. I was gonna buy the first round
for everyone, but I think you can get your own."
"No please, I'm sorry! I beg forgiveness."
"Yeah yeah, c'mon let's go. You can help carry.
Hey prettyboy, you can help too let's go."
"Well you must be talking to the best looking guy
in the room so..."
"No Zack I was talking to you actually. If
I wanted to talk to myself I'd go buy a mirror."
"Oh you're both full of it," Britney said.
"Now go get some drinks before we all die of thirst."
"Yes ma'am. And what would Madame like to
drink this evening?"
"A margarita on the rocks with no salt please."
"An excellent choice. Hey Nick, find out what
AJ wants when he gets out of the bathroom and then come out to the bar
and help us carry stuff."
Joey, JC, and I took everyone else's orders and
headed out to the bar.
"Gentlemen, something occurred to me," I said as
we approached the bartender.
"And what might that be prettyboy?"
"That you are a dick Joe. No seriously.
I was thinking that it's going to take the bartender a while to make thirteen
drinks and that we might need to pre-order a little something to tide us
"I like the way you think prettyboy," Joey said,
slapping me on the back. "Barkeep! Four shots of your finest
whiskey please. And then we have a whole bunch of other stuff we
"AJ wants a beer," Nick said as he joined us at
the bar. "What's this?"
"This my friend is a shot of whiskey. And
it is for you."
"Ah no thanks Joey, I'm not big on shots.
Especially of whiskey."
"Come on you wuss. Everybody else has one.
If prettyboy can do it than you should be able to."
"Be a man Nick," JC added.
"Yeah fine. Peer pressure and all that."
"Alright then men. On the count of three!
It might have been the bar's finest whiskey but
it still burned on the way down. I immediately reached for the chaser
that wasn't there. JC coughed once, Joey took his like a pro.
Nick gagged and coughed until I thought he must be choking and slapped
him on the back.
"I'm fine," he croaked. "Joey that tasted
like paint thinner."
"Ah you just don't appreciate fine liquor."
Finally we gathered all the drinks and went back
into the room. As I predicted no fewer than three people had asked
for our autographs. I was pretty sure two of them didn't really know
who we were except that we must be famous because of all the security guards
and the private room. Handing Britney her margarita, I settled down
next to Justin on one of the couches.
"You rum and coke sir."
"Thanks." He took a sip and coughed.
"It's a little strong."
"Yeah I told the bartender to use the 151 proof
"You're trying to get me drunk aren't you?"
"Of course not."
"Hey have you ever been drunk and tried to kiss
someone who's sober?"
"No, but I've been the sober one trying not to be
kissed by the drunk."
"Exactly, it's not much fun unless you're both drunk."
"Well maybe I just wont kiss you then."
"Fine then maybe I'll go try to get Britney drunk
and prove all the tabloids right."
"Then maybe I'll cut your nuts off and feed them
to some dogs." He smiled much too sweetly and took another sip of
"Maybe I'll just stay right here and not drink anymore
after this one."
"No you can have as much as you want, just don't
go puking on me."
"And what about you?"
He simply shrugged and took another sip of his drink.
Actually it was more of a gulp and a big one at that.
Not wanting to be outdone by an NSYNCer, Brian bought
everyone a second round of drinks. A little later AJ, Joey, Chris,
Howie, Kevin, and Christina went to go check out the club. Lance
and Britney were talking in the corner and JC had Justin and Brian laughing
at some joke. Nick was out on the balcony looking down at the dance
"So how bout I buy you that drink now," I yelled
over the music as I shut the door behind me.
"Oh, yeah sure."
He followed me back through the room and out to
the bar. Suprisingly we were the only ones there. Sitting down
on a stool I waved the bartender over.
"I'll have a Jack and coke, and make it a double
please. And my friend would like..."
I raised an eyebrow at Nick.
"I thought you didn't like whiskey."
"I just don't like it in shot form."
There was a pause while we watched the bartender
mix the drinks. He handed them to us and I paid him. Taking
a sip I tried to think of what I wanted to say to Nick, but he got there
"I'm really sorry about hitting you earlier.
That was really dumb of me."
"Oh it's no problem. I was being an asshole."
"No you were just trying to get me to do what I
should have been doing anyway. You were totally right. Listen,
I'm sorry about...what happened at Justin's party too."
"Nick that was just a misunderstanding. I
don't hold that against you at all."
"God I've only known you a few weeks and I've already
forced myself on you and assaulted you. You must hate me."
"Of course I don't hate you Nick. It's just
been extreme circumstances. Actually I really like you and I think
you're a good guy."
"That makes me feel a lot better. I really
like you too."
There was something about the way he said that that
"Please Zack just listen," he said urgently.
Taking my hands in his he stared into my eyes. He voice was pleading,
"Zack, you are a really amazing person. I
am really attracted to you and not just physically. I know you feel
something for me too."
"Nick...Justin and I..."
"You've only been with Justin for a day! How
can you be so sure you should be with him and not me. All I'm asking
is for a chance. Please!"
Suddenly I realized that he had been pulling me
closer. His lips were only inches from mine and his big blue eyes
filled my vision. He was very attractive. A choked sob from
behind me ended the moment. I jerked away to find Justin standing
there starring at us.
"Justin, it's not what it looks like."
As soon as those words were out of my mouth I wanted
to take them back. If ever there was a cliché cheating boyfriend
line that was it.
"Save it," he managed in an angry and slightly slurred
He turned and half ran half stumbled down the stairs
where he was immediately swallowed by the crowd. I bolted after him
leaving Nick alone at the bar.
"Not again," he sobbed, burying his face in his
Ok that's Part 8. I know it's been a long time, even longer than
I expected, but it took me a while to get back into the swing of things.
I made this chapter longer to make up for lost time. The next one
will be out ASAP. Please e-mail me and let me know what you think
of this chapter and where the story is going. As always I would appreciate
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