Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

The CD ended and I scowled at Nick, handing him the spoon. "Stir."

He gave me that perplexed look that always made me crack up. "Stir?"

"Or it'll burn." He continued to blink at me and I shook my head, putting his fingers around the spoon and making him stir. "Did your mother never make you Rice Krispie treats? You melt the marshmallows, you pour in the cereal, its not rocket science."

"I'm going to ruin them," he protested. "I'll change the CD."

"Then I'll be forced to listen to Journey. Again!" I left him in the kitchen, going into the living room to the stereo.

"It's not my fault all your CDs suck!" he called after me.

"It's not my fault you have no taste in music, little man!" I retorted, but then movement outside the front door caught my eye. Someone was out there… James?

He smiled at me through the door, holding up a six pack of beer. I threw open the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"My parents made me visit them," he sighed, stepping inside. "I had to escape. Please let me escape. I brought beer, and cards, can we get drunk and play Pounce?"

I laughed, he sounded positively pathetic. "You could have called first."

"You're not answering any of your numbers, dear one."

Shit. There was a half-naked Backstreet Boy in my kitchen. There was a reason I wasn't answering my phone.

"I know you want your time away from the band, Rache, but I'm not the band. I'm James. One night. Please? You can tell me all about your boyfriend and his broken little heart."

Boyfriend? What boyfriend? Did she just break up with someone I didn't know about?

"When did he leave?"

"Well…" she hesitated. Because she knew I was in the other room? "He didn't, exactly."

She didn't break up with him? Shit…

James laughed. "You're joking." He laughed louder and I wondered what she'd done. "Rachel, you bagged the Backstreet Boy?"

Me? I'm the boyfriend?

I could hear her giggle. "He's half naked in my kitchen."

"Oh, this I must see!"

Shit! Boxers, T-shirt, I was half naked.

Too late, they came around the corner and James grinned at me. "Nicky! So nice to see you again!"

I gave up and just smiled at him. "James, nice of you to drop by. Rice Krispie treat? At least that's what Rachel says they'll be."

"God, you are my perfect man. Half my age and you can cook. Rache, can I kiss him again?"

She flew over to my side, wrapping her arms around me. "No! Only I get to kiss him now!" She did, but only quickly. For three days we'd been kissing, I had gotten used to long and slow and tongues…

"And don't let him fool you, he so cannot cook." She pushed me away from the stove and took the spoon. "Go put some clothes on, sweetie, we have a guest. James, you know where the cereal is, can you get it?"

I knew where the cereal was, too. I wanted to be the one that knew where everything was, the one who belonged here. He'd known her forever, hadn't he? James turned around and she grabbed my shirt, pulling me back to her and whispering quickly, "I'll be up in 30 seconds."

Reassured, I went up to her bedroom, searching for my jeans. When did I wear them last?

On the beach when she let me kiss her. Man, we hadn't left the house for three days. No wonder it felt so weird to have someone else here with us.

James was cool, right? He liked me. Not like Jeremy… what was going to happen when we left this house and went back to our real lives? Her tour was starting, and where would I go?

I didn't get any farther in my musings, she ran into the room and attacked me, making me fall onto the couch. "Kiss me!" She insisted, and I did, pulling her up against my body. We broke apart and she sighed. "Damn, I thought we were going to have at least one more night of debauchery."

"You could kick him out," I offered, and she laughed, getting up and searching for clothes.

"Nah, he always hides from his parents here. Besides, he likes you, we'll get drunk and play cards. It'll be fun."

I put on my pants with a sigh. "Not as much fun as what I had planned…"

"Oh, don't even tempt me, Cute One," she said, pulling her shirt off.

"You're one to talk, standing there naked!" I protested. I couldn't believe how much I wanted her. Three days, all we'd done was make love, and I wanted her again. She grinned, fastening her bra, and came over to me.

"You gonna make it, baby? Can we go more than an hour without fucking?"

I could only whimper. I wasn't sure if I could. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue meeting mine. We moved apart slowly and she breathed my name.

"Damn, Nick…" Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from me. "It's about time we learned to wait, right? It can't always be like this."

"We can't stay here forever?" I whined, only half-joking.

She pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt, shaking her head at me. "Alas, no. C'mon, let's go play with James."

He took my hand and let me lead him downstairs. All I really wanted to do was throw him on the bed and ravish him for the millionth time. For three days, we'd been having sex, and I still hadn't had enough. He kept surprising me, just when I thought I had him figured out, he'd tell me something new, or look at me lustfully, or move his hips a different way…

Damn James.

Pop music was playing, and James was standing at the kitchen counter, picking at the Rice Krispie treats I'd just made, cursing at how hot they were as he ate them and talked to my cat.

I loved James.

"Babe, let those cool!" I told him. "And stop torturing my cat."

"I am not torturing Bates! I'm just explaining to him that cats don't like Rice Krispie treats."

"They don't like lasagna, either," Nick offered, joining James at the counter and picking at the treats. Bates swatted at Nick's arm and Nick just sighed as James laughed at him. "Dude," Nick protested to the cat. "Why do you hate me?"

"Because you're fucking his mom," James deadpanned, reaching out to pet the cat. Bates swatted at him, too, and I laughed. "I was there when you were born, you nasty cat. You liked me once."

Both boys were glaring at the cat, afraid to reach into the pan for fear of being scratched. Giggling, I saved them, picking up Bates and smirking at the boys as he cuddled into my arms, purring while he glared at them. "Yes, kitten, you were my first love."

"Hey!" James whined. "I have been around longer than that cat."

I took Bates into the other room and placed him on the sofa, where he curled up like the sweet cat he was. "Don't let him hear that." When I went back, they were picking at the hot Rice Krispie treats again, bitching about how hot they were.

"Dudes. You could wait and eat them when they're cool. Far less injury then."

James dropped another piece into his mouth and winced. "I like them hot." He shot Nick a look. "Just like my men."

I opened the refrigerator. Maybe we needed more food, I was hungry. "You need to stop flirting with my boyfriend."

"But he loves it. Don't you, Nicky?"

Nick shrugged. "The flirting or the food?"

James gave his best drama queen sigh, making Nick laugh. "The flirting. Do keep up."

Shaking his head, Nick took another bite. "Dude, wanton sex goddess in the room. Flirting is gonna get you nowhere."

"Rachel, you have him well trained," James remarked approvingly.

"I caught him young. I need to make a habit of this, get the young ones, they show me the proper adoration." Pizza! I pulled out our leftover pizza from the other night and joined the boys at the counter. "James, what is this crap on my stereo?"

"The radio. I can't figure out that fucking system."

The man could hook up every piece of equipment we had, hell, he'd set up the studio when we recorded in the living room. But the stereo confounded him. "You have that problem with the VCR, too. Oh, man, you should have been here when Nick set up the Nintendo."

"Play Station," Nick corrected, blowing on his fingers where he'd burned them on the treats. "Two." I had to stop myself from sucking on his fingers to make them better. The look he shot me told me he was having the same thought. He'd better not burn his tongue, I needed that tongue later.

"Whatever," I tried to resume my conversation with James. "He's my fucking hero, he's got the games set up, and he made the VCR work so that I can tape one thing and watch another!"

James tried to take a bite of my pizza and I snatched it out of his reach, taking it over to the oven and throwing it in. "You're joking," he said, considering the boy playing with Rice Krispie treats in front of him. "How did he do that? Wait, don't tell me, I won't understand."

"It's the younger generation, James. They understand all this new fangled technology."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Five years, Rache, it's not a generation."

"Rachel, did you say games? You have video games in this house?" James suddenly clued in.

"No! No, you are not taking that thing out, I will be bored to death while you two discuss strategy. We are going to play cards, just like you said when you walked in. Three people can play Pounce!"

James smirked at me. "But its better with four." He looked back at Nick. "How'd you get her to let that thing in the house?"

"I was bored," Nick shrugged. "I needed something to do."

"Pre-sex," I interjected. "Last week, pre-sex. There have been no video games in the last three days!"

Nick flashed me a sexy smile that made my knees weak. Had we had sex in the kitchen yet? James laughed and I forced thoughts of Nick's naked body out of my mind. "Rachel, how many hotel rooms have we shared? I would never accuse you of having boring sex."

"James!" I exclaimed, blushing. Nick really didn't need to know any of the details of my previous sex life, at least not right now. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at me, and I shook my head. "He makes me sound positively wanton, don't listen to him."

"Well…" James started, and I ran over to him, putting my hand over his mouth.

What was she hiding? We really hadn't had the previous lovers talk… I probably didn't want to know how many men she'd slept with. Yeah, she probably didn't need to know that about me, either. She could have her secrets.

She and James wrestled around the kitchen, laughing and insulting one another, and I went back to the cookies, shaking my head at them. Whatever. More for me. Were these the best Rice Krispie treats ever or was it just being here, with her, in this house?

I was starving. Was that pizza done? I went over to the oven to check.

"Rachel, shouldn't he be defending your honor or something?" James asked her.

"He should at least not be stealing my pizza!" She pouted, joining me at the oven and looking inside.

"I need my energy, Rache. You're wearing me out."

She laughed. "As if!" We smiled at one another. She was so pretty. Her face was flushed from playing with James, and her hair was just everywhere, curls flying about. I couldn't help myself, I kissed her. She kissed me back until James groaned.

"Get a fucking room!"

She looked over at James, but didn't remove her arms from around my waist. "You are the one who dropped by unannounced, dearest. You can go home to the parents."

He sighed, defeated. "Bitch. Can I stay here tonight? I'll sleep in the downstairs bedroom. I'll wear earplugs."

Shaking her head, she went over to the pantry, looking for more food. "I know you. You'll tape it all and threaten to sell it on Ebay."

He pretended to consider it. "Hey, that might be worth something. Backstreet Boy: Uncensored." At least I hope he was only pretending to consider it.

She pulled out pasta. "Better than Behind the Music. Are you really hungry, Nick?" I nodded at her. "James? Oh, forget you, you'll eat. Pasta it is."

How did she do that? I'd be eating peanut butter from the jar, and she was making a meal. Let's see, she's gorgeous, sexy, funny, smart, and she can cook. I should just marry her now. Did it get better than this?

"Rachel? Can I stay? Please?" James pleaded.

She looked at me, asking in a glance if it would be okay with me. I shrugged. It was her house, her friend.

I'd kick him out, if I had the choice, and knock everything off the counter, and fuck her right here. We hadn't done it in the kitchen yet.

"Yes, you may stay. But no complaints about the noise level!" She told him, and I tried not to sigh. So much for sex on the kitchen counter.

"Scout's honor," he pledged, and she snorted.

"You're not allowed to do that, gay boy."

He smirked, handing her a pan from under the counter. "I know."

She winked at me as she filled the pot with water. "Be really loud tonight, okay? Just to annoy him."

"Only after I make sure he has no recording devices."

They both laughed, and I smiled. I made them laugh. They were the funny cool interesting ones, I felt like a stupid kid sometimes when I listened to them. They'd been friends for so long, he knew things about her I'd never know, even if we were together forever.

"How long have you been friends?"

They smiled at one another as she went about making dinner. "Sixth grade," he said.

"We were in the school play together," Rachel finished. "Annie."

"Rachel was the lead," James sing songed, and I had to laugh, especially when she blushed, fussing with chopping something.

"You were Annie?" I asked in between giggles. "You? The wanton sex goddess?"

"Hey, everyone has to start somewhere!" She protested, brandishing her knife at me.

"That song is from 'Annie'!" I realized. "AJ said it was, and I didn't believe him." I sang it for her, "he'd be there holding your baby, and I'd be there holding him still" AJ told me that melody was from some song in 'Annie'. Her song was called 'Annie,' but I just thought it was a coincidence. Rachel was far too cool to know anything about Broadway musicals.

God damn, he freaked me out sometimes, the way he knew our songs. I stole the melody for one fricking line and he figured it out. I was waiting for the day when he'd start asking me about the lyrics, which song was for which boyfriend.

"AJ knew that?" James asked. "The tough 12-stepper?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "He has great love for musical theatre. He can make puppets talk, too."

"Are you sure he's not one of my people?" James wondered. He liked AJ. He liked Kevin better, but the marriage thing sorta stopped that crush in its tracks.

"Pretty sure, yes," Nick answered, then looked back at me. "You were Annie?"

"They dyed my hair red, it was pure typecasting."

"There's a picture of it somewhere in this house," James offered and before I could protest, they were out of the room. My dad was in the photo, beaming down at me in my silly little red dress, that was the only reason it was still hanging up.

I pulled out the sauté pan and considered the pasta water. Not boiling yet.

The photo was in the music room, hidden in a corner, but I kept it there because it was the only photo I had of that look on my dad's face. I'd seen it countless times, he was always so proud of me, but that was the only picture I had of it.

I knew he'd died disappointed that I'd given up on my music for a boy. I kept the picture near me when I was recording, hoping that he was still beaming down at me, proud again.

There were shrieks from the back room, and I sighed, pouring olive oil in the pan. Unfortunately, James knew me far too well.

I wasn't too upset about my impending embarrassment. I'd give up a little to have James and Nick bond. James never liked my boyfriends. He'd never trusted Jeremy, not for a moment, not with me. With the band, they were fine, but he didn't like Jeremy as my boyfriend. He didn't like Damon, either, thought he was too moody and pretentious.

But from almost the moment I met Nick, he'd been encouraging this. Maybe it was because he had a crush in him, too, I wasn't sure.

They came running back in, carrying the picture and laughing. "Rache, you were so cute!" Nick told me, and I had to look back at dinner.

He was the cute one. I loved his laugh, I loved the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled at me.

So crushed out, I was.

"What happened to me, right?"

He held the picture next to my face and I struck a cheesy grin. "No, you're still adorable." He kissed me, quickly, and looked back at the photo. "Look at your dad here, all proud of you."

James answered for me. "He was always proud of her." I had never told James why that picture hung in the music room, but he knew. We exchanged a smile, and I went back to fixing dinner. I was definitely too happy to spend time thinking about my dad.

What would Dad think of Nick and I? Maybe I shouldn't ask that yet, so far it had been just sex. But if it went on, if we found a way to combine the friendship we had with this incredibly hot sex thing, would Dad like him?

The water was finally boiling, and I dumped in the entire box of pasta. Nick would probably eat it all himself. James was telling him the story of when we first met, he'd played that skinny bad guy to my Annie. That was so going to end up in our Before They Were Rock Stars, wasn't it? My mom had the video of it somewhere. I was almost scared of being famous.

"But what really sealed the friendship was when we discovered that we both loved Duran," I reminded him.

"Ah, Nick Rhodes…" James mooned. "Can I help?" He offered.

"See if there's any parm in the fridge," I told him, then looked back at Nick. "He had a crush on Nick Rhodes, I should have known then that he was gay, right?"

He laughed, stirring the pasta for me. "Is Nick the one that wears all the makeup?" James and I groaned.

"Yes!" I informed him. "We'll have a lesson in Duran later. But, back to James, I had no clue, and crushed out on him throughout high school." I looked at James accusingly. "Ruined me for other boys, he did!"

James returned to the counter with a hunk of cheese and started searching for the grater. "Ah, Rache, that first kiss from you ruined me for other women for a lifetime. No one can ever surpass it."

"Oh, it's all my fault that you're gay now?" Shaking my head at him, I dumped the tomatoes I'd been chopping into the pan, and Nick smiled at me.

"Dunno, Rache, you're pretty amazing… I don't know that kissing boys would be better, though."

James snickered, looking down as he grated the cheese. "Apple and oranges, dear boy. Perhaps apples and bananas is a better comparison." Nick and I both groaned at his bad joke. "Now, Rachel," James continued, "do not make it sound like I led you on. We had that two weeks of dating in high school and then I told you."

I met his eyes. Did he want to tell this to Nick? He smiled at me and went back to his job. "First person I ever told. If that's not true love, I don't know what is."

Nick just looked at us, considering what James had said. We had quite a history, James and I.

"I know, look at me now," James offered. "Could there have been a time when I wasn't a flaming faggot?"

Blushing slightly, Nick smiled. Yes, it was hard to imagine, but I remembered geeky, awkward James who was so tortured over his sexuality. I remembered his first boyfriend, who wasn't until college, and how that changed his life. "What did you do when he told you, Rache?"

"I was just in shock, I think," I said, glancing again at James. His story, not mine.

"Until I started to cry, tortured little closeted child that I was, and then she was great," James finished, his eyes never leaving mine. "I was so scared that she was going to hate me, and I was going to lose my best friend, but she was amazing. I can never pay her back for how good she was."

I went over to him, giving him a kiss. "Oh, you have. You've picked up lots of pieces of my life." He smiled down at me, then glanced over at Nick, and I looked back. Nick was studiously stirring the pasta, trying not to ask, I could just see him trying not to pry. I moved over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning my cheek against his back.

"James, shouldn't you call your parents?"

"Do that in the other room, should I?"

James left us alone and I turned around, kissing her. Mine. She'd never had sex with James, at least I had that.

This was stupid. James was her best friend, they had a long history together. I should not be jealous. It's just that she was all mine for three whole days, I didn't like sharing her.

We broke apart and she looked up at me, pushing the hair out of my eyes. "Sorry, we went all Rachel and James on you there."

"No. That's cool. You've done all this stuff together, I'm just trying to catch up."

She smiled at me. "You will. There's time for that. But I am so happy right now, I don't want to tell you about all the horrible things that James has seen me through, it will only depress me."

She was happy? Because of me? I smiled down at her. "I'm happy, too." I was, maybe the happiest I'd ever been in my life, just being with her made me grin stupidly at everything.

James came back in the room and she glanced over at him. "Wine?"

He rolled his eyes. "When I said I wanted to stay, I meant I wanted to hang with you…"

She laughed. "Two fricking minutes! You interrupted the shagfest, let us get used to being with other people."

Grumbling, he left us alone again, disappearing into the cellar. "Shagfest?" I giggled, and she grinned up at me.

"That's what it was, wasn't it?"

"Was? Past tense?" I whined, and she sighed, shaking her head.

"I've got to see my family tomorrow. And Friday I have to pack. Saturday we leave." I wanted to stomp my feet and pout. No. This was too good, why does it have to end. She smiled at me again, leaning up to kiss me. "There will still be sex, I imagine. Just not round the clock."

"But it was shagalious!" She giggled, so I went on. "Shagadelic. Shagtastic."

"Shagstounding!" She offered, rubbing her hips against mine. Nuzzling my neck, she smiled up at me, and I was hard again, how did she do that? One look and I was gone, I could think of nothing else but making love to her. "Before we leave this house, we have to find a way to have sex in here. I think it's the only room we haven't done it in yet."

Bending my head to her neck, I traced small circles behind her ear with my tongue, smiling when she whimpered. That spot made her come unglued. I loved that I knew that, I knew every spot that made her crazy now, and I put that knowledge to use whenever I could. "Believe me, Rache, before James joined us, I had every intention of shagging you senseless right on this counter."

She turned her head, considering the counter. "It's too high. Is that possible?"

I'd been considering this for a while now. I leaned in, my lips against her ear, "You could bend over, and I could enter you from behind. Yeah, you like that, you-" She cut me off, kissing me. She loved it when I talked dirty to her, and she loved sex from behind. I hated not seeing her face, but I'd give that up for the way she moaned.

Her hand slid down my stomach, cupping my cock through my jeans as she thrust her tongue inside my mouth. When did we get out of bed and come down here for some food? An hour ago? The last three days had been sex and sleeping, nothing else.

I loved sleeping with her. We'd sleep for 10, 12 hours, I'd wake up every once in a while and just pull her closer to me, loving the way she'd sigh happily against my chest. Sometimes I'd wake up and feel her mouth on me, this morning I'd come before I realized it wasn't a dream. The first night, she'd fallen asleep and I'd laid there for hours, just watching her, playing with her hair, convincing myself that this was real.

It was real, wasn't it? The last few days had been a dream, all alone with her and a tour's worth of condoms, which were nearly gone. But now James was here, eventually we'd have to go back to the real world, to our tours and our friends and our bands.

"I am coming back upstairs with two bottles of wine!" James bellowed, and we moved apart. James was a good test of reality, maybe.

I pretended great interest in the pasta as James reappeared, hoping he wouldn't notice how my hands were shaking. I had to get thoughts of sex with Nick out of my head. It didn't help that he'd just explained to me his idea of where, and how… damn, I loved that he was a talker. So was I, sometimes we just got silly. Yesterday, we'd been laughing so hard we just had to stop and give in to the giggles. I couldn't even remember what had been so funny, but I remembered lying naked in my bed in the middle of the afternoon, laughing until it hurt. I'd remember that forever, no matter what happened.

"Pasta's nearly done," I announced. "What wine did you get, James?" I went over to the cabinet for wine glasses, I could not stand next to Nick for one more second and not attack him.

"A Chardonnay and a zinfandel. Use the glasses you got in London, it's a special occasion, right?"

I stood on tip-toe to reach them. I had wine glasses from all over the world, everywhere I went I bought a couple. "Special occasion?" I questioned, handing him three that didn't match. These were my best, I splurged when I lived in London. Em and her excellent eye had helped me pick them out. If Damon had been there when I'd gotten them, they'd probably be long broken by now.

"Celebrating the shagfest?" James said in his best 'duh' voice, making Nick and I laugh.

"Sounds good to me," I told him.

"Ow!" Nick cried out, and I whirled around.

"What, bunny?" I asked. He was glaring at the pot of pasta, shaking out his right hand.

"It's heavy," he whined, pouting at me, and I giggled, going over to give him a kiss.

"And you with that poor broken hand," I soothed. "I'll deal with the pasta, you go set the table."

"Whine whine whine…" James sighed. "Is he still milking that hand thing?"

I took Nick's hand in mine and presented it to James. "Look at his cool brace thing. Mister Dr. Robbins gave it to him."

James considered it for a second, then went back to pouring his wine. "Cool. How is Mister Dr. Robbins?"

"Still trying to bag my mom," I told him, moving away from Nick to drain the pasta.

"He was very nice," Nick protested, finding the plates and setting the table. He was good at that, mostly, helping me clean up and wash the sheets. He was a good guest, I was a little surprised, after all his years of living in hotels. I think he liked being normal sometimes.

I finished dinner and we kept talking, about nothing, mostly. Nick liked hearing embarrassing high school stories about me, and James happily indulged him. "Hmm…" I mused, sitting back in my chair, and Nick looked at me.

"What?" He worried.

"Where's your phone?"

"Why?" Now he was suspicious.

"I'm trying to decide if Kevin or Brian will tell the best stories about you. Howie's too sweet. I know AJ would love to tell me whatever he could, but he's busy at the moment." I got up from my chair. "Where'd you leave it? In your bedroom?"

I heard him follow me as I headed for the stairs. "Kevin's in LA, right? It's not too late to call him there."

He cut me off at the stairs, and I ran into the living room, ducking under his arm as I heard James laughing in the kitchen. Yeah, he knew better than to get in the middle of this. "You'll never figure out which numbers are theirs."

"Ah, I can try." He caught me, and I let him pull me back against his chest, giggling.

"Hell, Rache, most of my embarrassing moments are caught on tape somewhere." He nibbled on my earlobe carefully, and I stifled a moan. Damn, how did he change from silly kid to sex god in 2 seconds flat? "I'm easy."

I spun around in his arms, kissing him deeply, loving how he pulled my hips into his, his hands slipping underneath my shirt like he couldn't wait to touch my bare skin again. I heard James clattering plates around in the kitchen and stepped away with a sigh. "We have a guest," I whispered.

Nick just nodded, his eyes still closed. Unable to resist, I leaned close to him, whispering in his ear. "Just think how hot it will be when we have to be quiet."

"Hey," he whined. "I thought I was supposed to be loud tonight."

Giggling, I started to wrap my arm around his waist, then whirled around, staring at the radio. "James!"

His voice was on top of mine, calling my name as he ran into the livingroom. Our single was on the radio! I knew it had been added to rotation, but I hadn't heard it yet. James and I looked at each other and screamed.

I just watched them, laughing. I remembered how exciting it was to hear one of our singles on the radio. Now I got pissed off if we weren't number one on TRL, if I saw our video or heard one of our songs, I generally complained that it wasn't often enough.

She danced over to me, singing along, and my heart melted. She was so sexy, in just old clothes, her hair everywhere, not even trying. I took her hand, singing along to the song and dancing with her. It was over too soon, and we held our breath, waiting for the DJ to say something, but instead it just went into "Larger than Life," and we cracked up, falling into the couch laughing. When she caught her breath, she punched James' arm.

"James! We were on the radio!"

"I know!"

"Not college indie crap radio that no one listens to, but pop radio that everyone listens to!" They screamed again and I laughed. Grinning, she turned to me. "What did you do when you first heard one of your songs on the radio?"

"Um…." I couldn't remember. "I remember when we saw our first video on Much Music. Howie saw it first, and called everyone's rooms, and we all ran down the hall to stare at it in his room. We didn't scream as much."

Now we barely cared. We'd watch TRL in our separate rooms, and bitch to each other later if we weren't at number one. Even when we were number one, we didn't get all excited. It was just… normal.

"James! Maybe our video will get play!"

"Babe, you're gonna be huge," I predicted, making her grin even bigger.

"That would rock," she crowed. She bounced up from the couch, stepping over the coffee table. "Let's play cards."

James and I looked at each other and shrugged. "She likes to play cards," he offered.

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