Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
Chapter 7: On The Road

By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

"Get the fuck up! Band meeting in 5 minutes, my room!"

"Morning to you, too, Jeremy." I yawned and threw the phone back on the receiver. I hated getting a wake up call from Jeremy on any day, but today with a raging hangover, it was even worse.

I rolled over and squinted out the window at the sun streaming in through the curtains. Fuck me. He was still pissed about Nick, wasn't he?

Of course he was. Not only did I tell him about Nick, I did it when he was trying to hit on me. Fuck, Rache, you are so stupid sometimes.

I sat up, my head spinning and I groaned. James appeared from the bathroom, "You need serious amounts of water and aspirin, love."

I stuck my tongue out at him and he just laughed, "Why are you here? We don't have to share on EMI's tab." I growled.

He smiled, holding out a glass of water to me, "Let's see. Jeremy came into the club and fumed at you forever, causing a complete scene." He narrowed his eyes at me, adopting a stage whisper, "Not a bad drama queen for a straight man, I must say. Didn't know he had it in him. What the hell did you stay to him out there, m'dear?"

I shook my head. "Just told him about Nick. I think. It's kind of fuzzy, to tell you the truth. I don't remember him yelling at me in the club. I remember him using the word fuck a lot outside the club…" Oh, wait, it was starting to come back… it was ugly, I didn't want to know.

"Well, yell inside the club he did. And yell. And yell. You, on the other hand, just kept doing shots of JD."

"Oh… damn." No wonder my head hurt.

James smiled and pulled me up from the bed, "Come on, Rache. Time to face the music. Shower. Brush your teeth. Get dressed. Need help with any of those?"

I rolled my eyes, "I can do it. Ten minutes in the bastard's room?"

He nodded and kissed my forehead quickly. "Five. It was bound to be bad, Rache. At least it's done now. Don't worry, it'll be okay."

I tried to smile, but my head hurt too much to do even that. "Find me lots of coffee, James?"

Lola smiled at me sympathetically and James presented me with coffee as I took a seat in a chair in Jeremy's room, waiting for him to get off the phone.

"Why are you here?" I leaned over and whispered to Lola. Band meetings meant the band, not band and tour manager. Not that we ever had a tour manager before. But still.

She shrugged and went back to studying the itinerary on her clipboard. I needed to do that, too, I realized. I had no idea where we were after tomorrow. Detroit, maybe? Or was it Chicago?

Lola looked over at me, "Chicago, Rachel. And they're adding press."

"Where?"

Lola shrugged. "Amber's talking to Jeremy now about that."

I looked over at Jeremy who was sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone. Like hell she was. I caught his eye, "J, put her on speaker."

He shot me an angry look and I just glared at him, "Darien and James may not care what the lovely Amber is on about, but I do. Put her on the speaker, J."

I didn't even wait for him to respond, I leaned down and took another sip of my coffee, letting the cup warm my fingers. The caffeine would hit soon and I'd start to feel human again, right?

He rolled his eyes, "Amber, dear, do you mind if I put you on the speakerphone? The Diva Princess has requested it." He was silent for a moment and then he laughed. Fuck him. He was not getting in good with the record company. Over my dead body was he going to take control now.

"G'morning, Rachel. I hear we had a big night last night. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Just fine. So Lola says we're adding press?"

"Well," I could hear Amber drumming her fingernails on her desk as she considered what to say, "We have an industry showcase set up in Chicago, we're flying a bunch of press out. And we'll have some people from the label, as well, so you'd better be good." She giggled, trying to pretend that we were friends.

Fab.

"Then why are we doing all this press in Minneapolis tomorrow?"

"Oh! That makes a good story. Local band makes good. Hometown hero, that sort of thing." Her chipper voice made me grind my teeth. She annoyed me to the core of my being.

"But we're not from Minneapolis, Amber."

"Jeremy is. And he's the leader, after all."

"What?" I screamed, standing up and marching over to the speaker phone just in case she couldn't hear me well enough. I caught James glaring at Jeremy out of the corner of my eye. Good boy.

"Jeremy is the leader, Rache. I know you are really involved and write a lot of the songs, but we think Jeremy is really the strongest vocally." I just blinked at the phone, too angry to speak. I'm 'involved'? Just 'involved'? I started this goddamn band! I tuned back in to what she was saying "We'd like to try to showcase that. When you do the video later this week…"

I didn't even let her finish, "Over my dead fuckin' body. I sing lead on 'Come On'! Or hadn't you noticed?"

"Well, yes. But we were thinking about that decision and maybe we should lead with something else," she hesitated a bit and I could tell she was second guessing herself. Did she think I was going to roll over and take this? Fuck that. I'd leave before Jeremy got to be the sole voice and face of my fucking band.

"I am correct in that Emma Evesham is directing, yeah?" I bit out, glaring at the phone. If I looked at Jeremy, I'd hit him.

"Yes. She's joining you in Chicago."

"And she knows you're changing the song?"

"Umm…" Amber hesitated and I pulled out my cell phone, hitting Em's number without blinking.

"Do you have another director lined up? Em's the story here, right? Hot photographer who doesn't direct just anyone's video. I mean, that's the hook that gets MTV to play the video, right, Amber?"

"I'm sure Emma will want to be involved, even if it's not the song you sing lead on, Rachel. She's a professional after all."

Oh, Amber, do you have any girlfriends? Em wasn't doing this because she was a professional, she was doing this for a friend.

"Emmie!" I sing-songed into the phone, "Just a sec, okay, hon?"

I looked back at the speaker phone as if Amber could see me, "Amber, can you hold? I'm gonna tell Em and we'll see what she thinks."

I turned away from the phone and caught Jeremy glaring at me. Fuck you. I might have let him rail at me last night, but there was no fucking way he was taking over this band. "Okay, Em, I'm back. First, how's Lex?"

I half-listened as Em told me about Lexa and how adorable she was. She was getting to be more and more like Alex every day, apparently. What? Would she be smoking soon, too? I winked at James.

"Cool, Em. Can't wait to see new pictures. You're bringing them to Chicago, right? Oh… about that. It seems EMI wants to change the single. Yeah, to 'Spin Around'. They think Jeremy's better as lead and they want to go with that."

Em shrieked in my ear and I laughed. "Sure, I'll make your regrets then. We'll make plans to see each other later in the summer, okay?"

I clicked off my phone and Jeremy was fuming at me. "Seems Em has a conflict, Amber. Think we can find someone else to direct?"

"Rachel, nothing is definite. It was just an idea. I'll go back to A&R and see if they want to keep with 'Come On' and we'll let you know. But Rachel…"

"Yes, Amber?" I bit my lip, trying not to laugh.

"This is a record company decision."

"Oh, I know," I grinned at the phone, "And I know you want to make the best decision for both of us. It's about selling units and getting airplay, isn't it, Amber?"

She hung up the phone and the line was barely dead before Jeremy was up in my face, pushing me back down in my chair, "What the fuck was that, Rachel? How fucking unprofessional!"

"Oh, please! I was fucking unprofessional? I suppose going behind our backs and telling Amber that they should lead with one of your songs after we'd already fucking agreed… that's professional? Christ, Jeremy! Where the fuck do you get off? Em is doing this favor for me. Not for you and not for EMI. Without Em, there is no airplay. Not unless you want me to have a word with Nick about talking us up again. I can do that, if you want. But I'd rather MTV play the video because Em is a good director and the song rocks. But that's just me, I guess."

"Damn." Darien's voice cut through the tense silence and I looked over at him and he grinned, "Rachel's right. We agreed, Jeremy, and you had no right going behind our backs. I thought we were a democracy?"

Jeremy glared at me, "We were until Diva Princess here decided to pull fuckin' rank. I am not going to be part of your backup band, bitch!"

"Oh, me calling Em is 'pulling rank,' and you calling Amber and getting her to change the single is just business? Just fuckin' stop, J! You are not the backing band, okay? I don't want a solo career. If I did, I could have had it two years ago. I love this band. I even like the fact that you're in it more often than not. But don't go behind my fucking back! Did you actually think that was going to fucking work?"

I took a deep breath, waiting for him to say something but he just continued glaring. Oh, he was going to hate me for a long time, wasn't he? Right now, I didn't care. I needed to get out of this room before either of us said or did something everyone would regret.

I looked over at Lola, "Lola, do we have any time before we have to be at the venue for rehearsal? I'm starving."

"Yeah, a couple hours. We should be ready to set up by 2."

I grinned at her, "Cool. I need some food and about 10 aspirin."

I checked my voicemail before I even turned on the TV. Did she call? I should turn on my computer and see if she faxed her schedule over. She had called, giggling. "Did your brother attack you, baby? 13 year olds are allergic to that mushy crap, don't you know that? Call me, bunny, I need to talk to you."

I hit her number, turning on my computer at the same time. I'd hooked it up last night, right before I fell asleep. What time was it… nearly two already. Tour time with a vengeance. I was surprised that mom or Aaron hadn't already tried to wake me up.

"Rachel Connor!"

"Nick Carter!" I sing-songed back, and she sighed.

"Where have you been, bunny?"

"Sleeping. I'm surprised you're not, how late were you out last night?"

She groaned. "I have no idea. I had a lousy night after we talked. And a worse morning. Did you have fun with Aaron? I liked my message, it was very funny."

She was at a party when we talked! How bad could it be? "What happened, Rache?"

"Jeremy. It's all about Jeremy. He totally tried to screw me, Nick!" Her voice was angry. "He called the fucking record company this morning and tried to convince them to change the single to 'Spin Around'."

I had to think for a second. "He sings lead on that one!"

"I know!" she shrieked. "Fucking bastard! So I called Em, and she freaked, so I know she won't do the video if it isn't 'Come On'. Which of course pissed Jeremy off more."

"Damn. Why would he do something like that, Rache?" I couldn't imagine anyone in my band doing something like that. Sometimes I got a little pissed that Brian sang lead on like every single, but I wouldn't go behind everyone's back to the label.

"Oh… I talked to him last night about you… at a really bad time, I see that now. I should have waited."

"Oh." How bad? What did he do? Did he say I couldn't come? Please, god, no. Maybe I could just follow the tour, I'd stay in a different hotel, and never have to see Jeremy.

"James tells me he just yelled at me. I drank too much to remember. Then this morning he pulled this shit!" She was pissed off again, and I think I heard something hit the wall on her end. Wonder what she was throwing?

"Should I not come?"

"Baby, if you were here right now, I would so love to ravish you right in front of him, just to piss him off."

I laughed. "I could do that. I miss you, Rache. I miss sleeping with you, I wanted to wake up next to you this morning."

"Afternoon," she teased. "And… I know. I wish you were here."

"I can be there, Rache. Say the word."

"Momma Carter will have my head! And Jeremy. No… I promise, Nick, I'll get Jeremy to calm down. It'll just take a day or two. Can we wait that long?"

"No," slipped out before I could stop myself, and she laughed. "Of course, Rache. You're right, I need to spend some time with my family."

"And I need to concentrate on my band… I'd rather concentrate on you, bunny."

I groaned, leaning my head on my hand and closing my eyes. The image of her lying naked on her bed in Long Island popped into my head. "Didn't you say something about phone sex last night?"

I could feel her smile. "I did say something about phone sex… but I have to be at sound check. Can I call you in a couple hours? Will you be free?"

I checked the clock. "I can try… I think we're going to the venue around five. Did you fax me your itinerary?"

"No… I have to find a fax machine. Hell, I have to find the schedule."

"But what if I want to send you presents?" I teased. "I don't know where to send them."

She sighed. "I don't need presents, bunny."

I was going to send her bunnies. I loved it when she called me that.

I was a dork.

"I know, but you might get them anyway. I'm a compulsive shopper."

"I thought that was AJ."

That was AJ. "How do you know that?" I'd emptied my pockets on the table last night, and I picked through the crap there, listening as she blushed.

"Well… I couldn't get you on the phone, so I called my mom, and she put Katie on, and I asked her to tell me about Aaron." I laughed, throwing away some pieces of paper with girls' numbers on them. I had no idea why my brother had groupies my age, and I didn't want to think about it too hard. "I don't know how we got on the subject of AJ. Have you heard from him, or about him?"

"Kevin's called a couple of times. I should call him back, huh?" I started counting my change. I did not want to talk to Kevin, or anyone else from Backstreet Land, as Rachel called it. It wasn't going to be fun.

"Yeah, Nick, you probably should," she laughed. "Sometimes you gotta do those icky things. It'll be fine, right?"

I shrugged. "Probably." Kevin and Brian were seeing AJ today. I could only imagine what that would be like. Good thing Brian was there, Kevin and AJ might kill each other.

"Well, sweetie, I want to talk about this, but I gotta go or Jeremy will become more convinced that I'm not committed to this band. Late for rehearsal."

"Alright…" I wanted to keep talking to her. "Talk to you later?"

"Absolutely." She hung up, and I put down the phone. Mixed in with the change from my pockets was the shell she'd given me the night we'd first kissed, out there on the beach. I picked it up, running my thumb along it. It was a pretty orange color that reminded me of the sunset that night. I'd almost forgotten about it until this minute when I saw it again. I didn't want to lose it, it reminded me of her, and that night, and how everything changed. It was flat, more of a piece of a shell, I guess. Was that hole at the top the right size to string through a necklace? A trip to the mall might be needed. I wouldn't have to tell Aaron why, he'd come with me.

I took a deep breath and plastered a smile on my face as I opened the door to the venue, calling out to James, who was helping Darien with his drum kit, "Diva Princess has arrived! Let the sound check begin!"

James smiled over at me and Darien stood up and started clapping. Jeremy just scowled at me, not even bothering to look up from tuning his guitar. "You're late, Rachel."

"Yes, but I am in an infinitely better mood than I was two hours ago!" I winked at James and he jumped down from the stage to join me. He kissed my cheek and I smiled up at him. God love James. The only man I knew that didn't bring romantic complications with him.

"Talk to Nicky, did you?"

"Does it show?" I knew I was grinning like an idiot but I didn't care. He still wanted to come and be with me! We hadn't talked about how that'd happen yet, but I didn't care. I only cared that he still wanted to be with me - and he was going to be here soon, somehow. 24 hours and he hadn't picked up another sexy rock babe or a groupie.

"A little. Do me a favor, Rache?" He leaned down to me so no one else could hear.

"What?"

"Take it easy, okay? Give him time to adjust to the boy? I mean, he was out of line this morning. No question. But…"

"But it's not fair. I know. I really thought it was a good time to tell him last night, James. He was liking me."

"He was drunk and you know what drunk Jeremy is like, Rache."

I rolled my eyes. Yes. Sex on a stick. That's why I had to tell him. I had to stop the flirting or it was going to be all over. With him and with Nick. I knew that would freak Nick out. He was already weird about the fact that Jeremy was in the band. Last night he'd tried to talk about it, but I couldn't have that conversation yet. At least not rushed and over the phone. No, that was a long bathtub conversation or at least sleepy morning one where I could just lean over and show Nick how much more I wanted him. I hated that Jeremy was still a weakness for me, as much as I wanted to deny it.

"Indeed," I shrugged and kissed James on the cheek. "I'll be nice, promise."

Our rehearsal was a comedy of fuckin' errors. James taunted Jeremy with his spot-on Alex James impersonation, which consisted of refusing to take his cigarette out of his mouth when he was playing. I know he mostly did this for my benefit, trying to keep my mind off my fight with Jeremy this morning. About half way through, Jeremy surprised me with "Long Island." I screamed the words more than sang them and smiled over at Darien as he laid into the drum line. God, I loved this fucking song.

"And I hear you wrote a song about me… By definition a crush must hurt and they do… and they do… just like the one I have on you."

I wrote it with Damon. The original opening line was, "you're pretty dreamy for a girl from Long Island," but Damon let me change it when we recorded our demo a few months later. They loved it and it became a small hit on college radio. I think the single sold 1000 copies. We thought we'd hit the big time. How many records had Nick sold? Was his house covered with gold albums from all over the world? What did his house look like?

The song ended and I snapped out of my own thoughts, looking over at Jeremy and catching him looking at me for the first time during our set. He gave me a small smile and winked as he shared the last line with me, "we'll share a cigarette and wish upon a star together."

I looked away quickly. There was an awkward silence and I went over to Jeremy, tousling his hair and bumping him with my hip, "Are we finished now?"

He shrugged, "Yeah. Lola, what's on for later?" He looked over Lola who was simultaneously talking on her cell phone and studying something on her clipboard. She looked up and nodded at Jeremy and then clicked off her phone. "Press at 7. A dinner thing. Feature story maybe? I'm not sure yet. Amber's faxing the specifics to the bus."

"We have a fax on the bus?" I needed to fax Nick our schedule. I restrained myself from mentioning that while Jeremy was listening.

Lola nodded at me, "You didn't get the grand tour yesterday?"

I shook my head, jumping off stage and letting Lola lead me out to the bus. The boys followed and suddenly we were all on the bus, opening every cupboard and looking under the seats. Steven, our new driver and sometimes security just smiled at us, trying not to laugh.

"Folks, you're going to be spending a lot of time on the bus, believe me. It keeps no secrets from you."

"Dude, this is awesome. You have no idea," Darien shouted to Steven.

I looked over at James and we cooed in unison, "You think you know but you have no idea!", then fell on the couch in hysterics.

"We shared a tiny van for years! This is so fuckin' cool!" Darien exclaimed as he turned the stove on and off gleefully. Darien was our cook, after all. The first thing he checked out was the tiny kitchen.

Steven and Lola both laughed, leaving us to explore the bus. Indeed we had a fax machine hooked up to a shiny new laptop in the back. In fact, the back looked like an office, a little table and everything.

"Band conference space?" I teased Jeremy and pulled myself up on the table. "I call this band conference to order!" I pounded my fist on the table and the boys all fell in line in front of me. "That's more like it," I smiled.

"Actually, Rache…" Jeremy looked at me, the smile dropping from his face, "We need to talk about the Nick situation."

"The what?" I stole a glance at Darien and James but they both looked at me blankly. "What Nick situation? I don't think he's dating the entire band, much to James' dismay, I assure you!"

James giggled and Jeremy shot him a stern look which made him laugh harder, "Oh, J, lighten up, dude. Lola…" James called to the front of the bus, "Is there beer on the bus?"

"All the alcohol you need is in the refrigerator, Jamie."

I nearly bit my tongue trying not to laugh, I loved it that Lola had started calling James 'Jamie'. No one but his 80 year old grandmother got away with calling him that. Not even me! James threw open the refrigerator and tossed beers to everyone before falling into one of the chairs around the table.

"Okay, band conference can commence. But I have a new rule first." James cleared his throat and held his bottle out as if proposing a toast, "Every time Rachel or Jeremy yells, we get to drink."

"Finally, band meetings will be tolerable!" Darien smiled at James and they clinked beer bottles.

"Very funny, Jamie." I teased. "Like anything keeps this group from drinking! What's up, Jeremy?"

"Nick can't come on tour with us, Rache." I started to protest but he stopped me, raising his voice slightly and I looked over at James before taking a drink. He was going to be yelling soon enough. "No, hear me out, Rache. This has nothing to do with jealousy and although I know you think I'm just freaking out, I'm not. I could care less that you're dating the boy - and I do mean boy… What I do care about is this band."

I just blinked at him for a minute. Bullshit that he didn't care I had a boyfriend. What else was that stunt with the label this morning? It was Jeremy attempting to exert control over the band if he couldn't get me back into his bed.

Deeply dysfunctional, that was Jeremy and I.

I took a deep breath, attempting to be calm. "I do, too, J. Don't fucking assume I don't. Just because I have a boyfriend…"

"What happened last time, Rache? Do you need me to remind you?"

I stared across the table at him. He could be such an ass. No, I didn't need him to remind me about Damon and moving across the world to be with him.

"Do I need to remind you that I threw you out of this band once, Jeremy and I can fucking do it again?"

"Don't threaten me, Rachel. We wouldn't be here if James and Darien hadn't brought me back. You know that."

I took a deep breath. "Whatever. Ancient history, okay? Can we move on? I'm not going to pull a Damon. No way. Nick is going to start touring soon and who the hell knows what's going to happen after that. He's got a few weeks off now and he's coming with us. That's that. James and Darien don't have a problem with it."

I looked at both of them and they nodded.

"Jeremy, Nick's not as bad as you think. Besides, we can kick his ass at Pounce, dude!" Darien tried to lighten the mood and Jeremy half-smiled. He was as competitive as I was, that was a good try on Darien's part.

"This is it, guys. We've never had a chance like this and I don't want to see us blow it because Rachel's distracted."

"We've always let friends on the bus, Jeremy. This tour isn't any different."

"Yes it is, James. Don't fuckin' take her side out of habit, okay? Think about this. Nick comes with us and suddenly he's all she can think about. She's gonna get distracted. Not to mention the publicity that's gonna generate. You saw it before, every story is going to be about Rachel Connor and her new Backstreet boyfriend. Hell, even now the first question any reporter asks is whether she still talks to Damon."

"Jealous much?" I sighed under my breath. "Like I can control what reporters focus on? I don't want my relationship with Nick to be front page news, Jeremy. Give me a little bit of fuckin' credit, okay? This isn't true love, this is just… just a crush. And it's fun. Sure, it's a little distracting."

Just then my cell phone rang, making us all stop. I fished it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. Blocked. "Hold that thought, okay?"

I moved to the front of the bus, "Rachel Connor."

"Hey, baby! How'd rehearsal go?"

I smiled at the sound of Nick's voice. He was trying so hard to be a good boyfriend, wasn't he? And I'd promised him phone sex, hadn't I? Why wasn't he here so I could ravage him, that'd take my mind off Jeremy being an asshole.

"Comedy of errors, actually. I'm in the middle of a band meeting, though, baby. I need to get back. Call you in a little bit?"

"Oh… sure. I just wanted to say hi and…" He stopped himself, his voice trailing off.

"I'll call you in a bit, okay?" I glanced back toward my boys. Jeremy was tapping his foot, listening to every word I was saying.

I started to hang up, but his voice brought me back, "Rache?"

"Yes?"

"I… " He stammered and I held my breath. Please don't. Don't say something sweet and make me melt. Not now. Not while my band is two feet away, listening to every word I'm saying. "I can't wait to see you again."

I sighed and smiled at the phone, "Me either. Now go beat Aaron at whatever silly video game I hear in the background." He laughed and I clicked off the phone, turning back to my boys.

"Dude, she's going to be more distracted if he isn't here." James was saying as I pulled myself back up to my perch on the table. "She's gonna be on the phone with him every second and wanting to go see him when they tour again. At least if he comes here, we can make her work, you know?"

Jeremy considered James' argument and looked at me, "He's going to be on the bus with us? Won't that cramp his style? No first class accommodations here, Rache." I could see it in his eyes, he was trying so hard to be rational. He knew he fucked up this morning, and now he had to give me something.

"He knows, J. Believe me. It's only for a couple weeks and he probably won't be here all that time, they have band stuff to do, too. They'll be starting back up soon and he'll need to leave to go to rehearsals and do their promo stuff."

"He can't be with us around the press, Rache."

"Jeremy, listen to me. No one is going to know he's here, okay? He's not bringing Frank…"

"The cute gay bodyguard," Jeremy interjected, making me smile.

"The bodyguard, yes. Frank's not coming, so he's not going to attract a lot of attention. It'll be fine. Cross my heart." I did just that and Jeremy finally smiled.

"Okay, but… I swear, Rache, if this fucks things up for us…"

"I know, I know…" I pulled him into a quick hug and finished my beer. James and Darien continued exploring the bus and I went back to the venue to get my guitar. I was packing up my guitar and Jeremy came up behind me, "Can we talk, Rache? Just us?"

I looked into his eyes and he was serious. I glanced around. No James or Darien to protect me. There was another awkward silence and I just nodded. I sat on the edge of the stage, and he joined me. For a long moment, we just looked out at the floor, both of us wondering how many people would show up tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Rachel."

I turned to stare at him, amazed, but he didn't meet my eyes. Jeremy hated to apologize.

"What I did this morning was out of line, and I shouldn't have done it."

"Damn straight," I told him, and his lips twitched into a smile at my tone.

"That's why I love you, Rache. You take no shit, especially mine." He turned to me, his eyes serious. "That's why I never understood what you were doing with Damon."

"J…" I started, but he went on.

"No, listen for a second, Rache. Did I fuck you up so bad that you think you have to accept whatever a boyfriend throws at you? I know you thought it was just sour grapes on my part, but I saw that Damon was just stringing you along. Sorry, I know that's harsh, but it's true."

"I know," I whispered.

"And now… a Backstreet Boy? God, Rache, I don't want to see you get hurt again."

His eyes were so serious I almost believed him. He did love me, I knew that. We sometimes forgot when we fought 24 hours a day, but there was a reason he was still in my life. "That's sweet, J. Really. But it's not like that. Believe me, I don't take his shit." Not that Nick had ever thrown any at me. He just adored me, what was so difficult about that? "Can he come? Will you be good?"

He shrugged. "I'll try?"

Giggling, I kissed his cheek. "Good enough."

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