Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
Chapter 7: On The Road

By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

This was okay, right? This is what boyfriends did. They flew to Chicago on a moment's notice to surprise their rock star girlfriends.

Well, okay, maybe not every boyfriend did this.

We'd only been together for a week and a half. Is that too early for surprise visits?

She didn't want me here, what did she say? "Jeremy will kill me if I show up in Minneapolis with you in tow."

This was Chicago. Entirely different. This was fine. She was so weird on the phone last night, I knew she was scared about all the band stuff she had to do. I was here for moral support. She'll be glad to see me.

That is, if she hasn't picked up some groupie boy to distract her from her nerves.

Damnit, Carter, knock on the fucking door.

I knocked, and I could hear noises from behind the door. "I am so not answering that!" She cried, and I could hear a deeper voice answer her. Definitely a guy.

James. Please, let it be James. Not a groupie she's fucking, I couldn't stand that, she was mine now.

The door opened. Thank god, it was James. He took one look at me and burst into laughter, and I could hear her again. "James, what the fuck?"

She disappeared as quickly as she appeared behind him, shrieking. What was wrong with her hair? James grabbed my arm, pulling me inside, still giggling. "Oh, Nicky, you could not have timed this better. Rachel, darling, your boyfriend is here!" He called.

"Damnit!" she screamed. "He couldn't get here 15 minutes ago, before I looked like a freak?"

"I'm sure you're gorgeous, Rache," I told her. I think she was in the bathroom, I could hear water running.

"Rachel, don't take that off, you'll regret it later!" James told her, moving over to the bathroom door. I dropped my bag, looking around the room. It was a mess, towels everywhere, the furniture moved around. James caught my eye. "Nick does not care that you've got a face mask on."

"And tin foil in my fucking hair!" She whined, and I laughed. I thought she was in here with another guy, I could totally handle a facial.

"Rache, I don't care. Come out."

"No!" she pouted.

I looked at myself in the mirror, tin foil in my hair, my face covered in green goop. I looked like a freak, and the cute one was out there.

Why was he here? It was so sweet of him to be here, I was so happy to see him.

Well, hear him, since I hadn't come out of the bathroom.

Was he going to stay? I could have sex with him tonight, and tomorrow, maybe he'd come while we filmed the video, he'd make me laugh when I got too diva.

God, I missed him. It had been three days since I left him at the airport, and not an hour passed where I didn't think about him. I knew making love to him would be a mistake, but I didn't regret a second of it.

Fuck it. He flew all the way out here to see me, he is not going to care if I look like a freak. Right?

His voice was at the door, quiet. "C'mon out, baby, I don't care. I just wanna see you."

I thought making love to me was going to end this crush. But he'd flown out to see me, and he hated to fly.

Hell, if he could survive seeing me look like this, we might have a chance at making this thing work. I opened the door and he grinned at me. "You look gorgeous, sweetheart."

I started to scowl at him, but that would make the mask crack. I settled for sticking my tongue out at him instead. "You lie. Why are you here?"

He looked a little nervous at that question. "Um… I shoulda asked, huh? You were just so sad on the phone last night, I thought I could come out and um, give you some moral support? And, um…" he glanced around, then grabbed a bunch of flowers that were resting against his backpack, presenting them to me. "I brought flowers."

I started to kiss him, but stopped myself, wrapping an arm around his waist instead. "James, do I get to keep him?"

"Definitely. He's the best you've had yet." Nick grinned at him, but James waved him away. "Don't get too excited, she has terrible taste in men."

"Shut up!" Could I kick him out? No, he had to help with my hair. It was too late now, it was half bleached, I had to finish this process, and that might be hours. I had to get this stuff off my face and kiss my boyfriend before I lost my mind. Damnit, the things I did for beauty.

I pushed Nick over to the bed, looking around for something to put the flowers in. I couldn't keep touching him or I'd go crazy. "So, what have I interrupted here?" He asked, trying not to giggle.

"Red!" James cried, holding up the Manic Panic.

"And blue for James," I added, putting the flowers in the ice bucket and going into the bathroom for water.

"Did your record company approve that?" Nick asked, sounding worried. James and I exchanged a look and burst into giggles.

"No, actually," James answered.

"It doesn't matter, Em gets final approval on everything. She'll say it was her idea." Right? Oh, hell, I was almost bleached out, it was either red or bad blond streaks.

Why wasn't Em answering her cell? I needed her calm voice telling me she had everything under control, then I'd stop losing my mind every three seconds.

Or I needed some sex with my hottie boyfriend, that would take my mind off things. Nick was leaning back on the bed, watching me as I moved around the room. It had been nagging at me ever since I left that once his life got back to normal, he'd look at what we had as just a little fling. But here he was, trying to be a good boyfriend.

I was so in love with him. I knew if I told him that he'd definitely run away, and I was terrified to say the words out loud. But I was head over fucking heels in love with him.

I had to kiss him. I had to get this crap off my face and kiss him. James was explaining our beauty plans for the day and I looked at myself in the mirror. It was nearly dry, I was taking this thing off. Three minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom and looked at James. "Go get the towels from your room."

"But we-" he started to protest and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Go get the towels. And get a pizza or something, I'm starving."

Shaking his head, he stood up. "I'm going to be back in 15 minutes, otherwise your hair will be ruined."

I waved him away, then pounced on Nick as the door shut behind him. "I am so glad you're here!"

I kissed him, making him fall back on the bed. He ran his hands under my shirt, and I shuddered as he touched my skin. Our tongues met and he moaned against me. "Is he really coming back in 15 minutes?"

"Sorry, bunny," I smiled down at him. "If I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't be dying my hair."

Grinning, he rolled me over. "15 minutes is enough time, isn't it?"

Laughing, I whacked his shoulder as he kissed my neck. "For you, maybe. No, we'll… " I ran through my schedule mentally and groaned. "After the show?"

He whimpered, leaning his head against my chest. "Tell me the show starts in like 20 minutes," he whined, making me laugh again.

"Sorry, it's at nine, but I have to finish my hair, and get dressed, and I will be useless if I don't have dinner… ah, just think how good it will be if we wait."

"Three days wasn't enough? God, Rache, all I could think about was you." He stroked my face, leaning down to kiss me again. I ran my fingers down his throat, stopping when I felt a necklace. I pulled at it slightly and he stopped kissing me for a second. "You're choking me, baby."

"Sorry. What's this?" I pulled away slightly to look at it- it was a leather cord, with a shell on it. "Aw!" I cooed. "That's the shell I gave you, isn't it?"

He nodded, a little smile on his face, as I grinned up at him. "You are such a sap. It's adorable." I pushed him over to kiss him more, but he winced. "What, bunny?"

"New tattoo."

I shrieked, jumping back from him. "A new one? Three days, and you have to get a new one? Is it cool? What is it?" He sat up, pulling his shirt off and showing me his back. He'd had 'Kaos' tatooed down his spine. "Christ, Nick, you didn't even spell it right!"

He scowled at me. "That's the way I spell it. It's my nickname, and the name of Brent's band, and… my life's a bit chaotic lately."

He'd mentioned Brent a few times, he was a good friend, I think. I'd ask about that later, right now, I just smiled at him. "It's cool. Did it hurt like hell?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah."

I kissed his shoulder, still considering the new tattoo. "I'll help you take care of it, baby. And I guess you'll have to be on top, huh? Don't want any rug burn on that thing."

He started to say something, but there was a knock at the door and we both groaned. I shook my head at him. "Be very, very quiet…"

The knocking turned into a banging, and a female voice said "Rachel, I just talked to Em…"

I rolled off of Nick and threw open the door. "Where is she? She couldn't call half an hour ago, before my boyfriend showed up?"

Lola's eyes widened as she stepped inside the door, surveying the room. "Wow, it's a real live Backstreet Boy!" She exclaimed, spotting him. He sat up on the bed, pulling on his shirt.

"And you must be a real live tour manager," he smiled, holding out his hand to her. They shook hands as I introduced them.

"Lola, Nick, Nick, Lola… now where is Em, and why didn't she call me?" I whined.

Lola turned away from Nick, shaking her head at me. "Your phone was off -"

My phone was not off! I'd had it on all day… I spied it across the room, it's little light blinking weakly. Damn cheap ass cell phone, never held a charge. I picked it up, looking for where I'd plugged in the charger, then heard the rest of Lola's sentence. "And she was at the hospital all day."

"The hospital? Oh my god, is she okay? Is it Lex?" I worried.

Lola smiled and sat on the bed next to Nick, and I relaxed. It couldn't be a crisis. "The husband ate some shellfish and had an allergic reaction." I giggled, imagining Alex in the emergency room. I'm sure he was a whiner. "So she missed her flight, but she will be here. Alex is home, someone is coming to take care of him and the baby…"

"Bayley?" I questioned, and Lola nodded.

"Yeah, Bayley. Em's going to be on a redeye out of Philly, and she told me to tell you if you called her when you got back from the show, she'd kill you."

I grinned over at Nick. "I have better things to do than call Em tonight."

Nick looked between me and Lola, perplexed. "Why is Em Evesham in Philadelphia?"

"Little known fact about Em Evesham," I smiled. "She has a beach house on the Jersey shore."

"She does not!" Nick protested with a laugh.

"She does. It's a tax shelter or something, because she's still an American citizen… oh, I don't know. It's really nice. Anyway, she and Alex and the baby are there, or that was the plan I heard, last time I talked to her?" I glanced at Lola and she shrugged. "Remember, I told you she used to live in Philly with Bayley?"

He nodded. "I wonder if Kevin knows this," he joked, and I giggled.

"He probably does, I think some members of your band pay attention to the details."

He wrinkled his nose at me and Lola laughed, looking at him. "So, are you with us for good, then?"

He shrugged, glancing over at me. "I've got two weeks until I have to be anywhere…"

Two weeks? I felt like dancing around the room.

She considered him for a moment, then looked back at me. "Amber is going to be here tomorrow. You know she'll want this to be front page news."

I scowled at her. "Fuck her."

"Just saying… I think she's just here for the video shoot, we'll keep him under wraps for a day or so. Does the ex know?"

"He's been here for about 20 minutes, Lola. James knows because he was here. Should I send out an all points bulletin?"

"Rachel's Boy Toy has arrived, news at 11!" She crowed, making me giggle.

I shouldn't have come. I should have come this weekend, like I was supposed to. I was just going to fuck things up for her. She and Lola giggled about Jeremy and I tried not to look scared. Yeah, Rachel said he was okay about me, but the reality of me might be different.

She came over to the bed, stroking my arm as she talked to Lola. She wanted me here, didn't she? She'd just said so, she wasn't making that up, her eyes were too happy. I caught her eye and she smiled at me and I felt better. "I'm sorry, bunny," she said. "But I have to talk to Lola for two minutes. Why don't you get us some sodas? Explore the vending machines."

I grinned up at her. "Do I get to be Vending Machine Boy now?"

She laughed, moving away from me and looking for something on the dresser. "Totally, you're my groupie now, right?"

"Whatever you command, princess," I told her, getting up from the bed and joining her. Lola laughed behind me.

"Oh, Rache, I see why you want him around."

Rachel smiled, handing me some money. "He's so good for my ego. Get me a Coke?"

I started to hand her back the money, then realized I probably only had a twenty in my pocket. Change was good. "Lola, do you want anything?"

"No, I'll leave you two alone."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "In five minutes James will be back to finish my hair. Don't think you're giving us privacy or anything."

"Yeah, what is happening to the hair?" Lola asked, and I left them talking about hair dye.

Vending machines… where would they be? It was rare that we stayed in hotels that even had vending machines, that night I met Rachel was a fluke.

I loved vending machines, they were a great invention. All hotels should have things that led to such happy accidents.

They were at the end of the hall, and I considered the selections for a moment. The ice machine was here, I should have brought the ice bucket, Rachel liked it when I had a cold tongue. It made her giggle…

We were not going to be alone until after her show, I could just feel it. I might explode before then. Even with tinfoil in her hair, she was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. For three days I'd been dreaming of her, it felt like three years.

I got our Cokes and some Oreos. She liked Oreos, didn't she? That morning after we met, we had Oreos. Being in a hotel made me remember when we met. I knew then that I liked her, that I wanted to see her again… but then I never would have imagined that I'd be following her around on tour.

Life was weird.

Juggling our stuff, I started down the hall, but then I heard Jeremy's voice and stopped. At least I thought it was him… must be around the corner, just past Rachel's room, the hallway turned.

"Damnit, James, he was supposed to be here this weekend! Not now!"

He must mean me. Who else could he be talking about? I snuck to the corner so I could hear better.

"No, I will not calm down. Now he's going to be here when we're shooting the video, Rachel will be totally off her game. The label will be here tomorrow, have you totally forgotten that? Hell, there is press all over this hotel right now!"

"Then maybe you should keep your voice down," James hissed. "Rachel is fine. Fuck, she's over the moon now that he's here. She's been more distracted the last three days without him around, she's on the phone every two minutes."

"And now she's going to be taking care of him all fucking day!" Jeremy spat.

"If it makes her happy, I don't care. She hasn't been the same since her dad died and you know it. Nick makes her happy and he's fucking staying. He surprised her, hell, he even brought flowers. That one thing is more than you ever did for her."

"Oh, don't even bring our relationship into this…" Jeremy started, but James cut him off.

"Why not? That's your entire problem, J! You're so fucking jealous you can't see straight! I'm fine with it, Darien's fine with it, it's just you that has the problem. Rachel has fucking moved on, and I couldn't be happier. You never treated her right. Nick does, I've seen them together. So get over it, you loser."

That sounded like the end of something, so I ran back to Rachel's door. Damnit. No key.

"You heard that, didn't you?" a quiet voice said behind me, and I looked behind me to James. I shrugged, not able to meet his eyes. James liked me? He thought I was good for Rachel? No one thought that, did they? Hell, even I didn't think I was good enough for her.

"He'll pout for a while and get over it. He has to. He and Rachel are history, as much as he might not want to admit it."

"Does he-" I started, not sure how to finish. I knew that Rachel wasn't still in love with Jeremy, but I'd never really considered that he might be in love with her.

James sighed. "I'll let her tell you about it, but it was all about power with her and Jeremy. Power over the band and power over each other. That's all this is, he just wants to control her still. He's not in love with her or anything."

I nodded, looking at James. "Good."

He smiled at me. "Now, let me into the room, or you will have a girlfriend with green hair." I stepped away from the door, laughing, and he banged on it. "Rachel!" He called. "Let me in, or your hair will be ruined!"

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