Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 13
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Corresponding KTBPA Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

What a difference a few hours makes. This afternoon I was in this same spot with Rachel in my arms, looking out over the empty stadium. Now the lights were on us and the screams were deafening. I'd never heard anything quite like it. I just stood still, letting the sound wash over me. I couldn't look for Rachel, or I'd smile and ruin the effect.

In this whole crowd of women, she was definitely the prettiest. She'd joined me backstage after her shower in the sparkly blue tank top I loved and cool black silk pants. She even wore the earrings and necklace I'd given her when they were #2 and #1 on TRL. She looked great, but not like she was trying too hard. I gave her her laminate and she giggled, saying it matched her black and blue outfit. I loved her, I loved having someone in the pit watching just me.

"I think they missed you, Bone," Brian said in my headset, and I had to smile, keeping my head down. We always had these secret conversations in our headsets, we had to do something until the screaming stopped. There were some things I missed about touring and being with my band.

"Nah, they missed us all. See, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that, aren't you glad I went away?"

"Whatever, Alex," Kevin grumbled.

"Aw, Kevy, don't be pissed just because you're the only one without a lovely lady in the pit tonight."

"What's Em?" Kevin retorted.

Brian answered. "Not your wife."

"Hey, I do not have a lady!" Howie whined, probably to defuse cousin in-fighting.

"Yeah, right," Brian and AJ said at once. "Leigh is right there in front of you."

"Rachel was just asking about your girlfriend," I teased him.

"She's not my girlfriend," Howie protested, and we all snickered.

"Whatever," I said, in my best Rachel impression. "She's our fan club person and somehow all she can write about is Sweet D. Give it up, Howard."

"Two months and suddenly Nicky's an expert on love," Kevin had to say.

"Hmm, and whose lovely lady is not with us tonight?" AJ asked. Only AJ could get away with questions like that. "Wedded bliss not so blissful, Kevy?"

"Like this is the time to ask, Bone? In front of thousands of screaming fans? Nice to know you care."

"Hell, we're not going anywhere for a while," AJ joked, and I looked over at Kevin, realizing we'd all done the same thing.

No private band conversations on stage! I could see them all talking into their little headsets, then they all turned to look at Kevin just as the music started.

I so wanted to know what they were talking about. I'd have to ask Nick later. Did Em get a picture of that?

They started moving, perfectly timed with each other and the music, and I stopped wondering and just watched.

Was that really my boyfriend, over there on the left? The boy that left a trail of mess wherever he went and never wore clothes that fit? Fuck, he looked hot in the long black coat, his hair styled and spiky. Was I the luckiest girl in the world or what?

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as his riser slowly lowered him to stage level. This was probably the serious part of the show, right? They were setting a mood and all. I just wanted him to look at me and smile and be my boyfriend again, even for a second. Because that man on stage was too fucking hot to be believed.

Then the song started, and he relaxed a bit, letting his eyes roam over the audience. He hesitated on me a second, and I felt myself beaming. I had to stop myself from jumping up and down and shrieking like the teeny bopper I was. Eye contact from my favorite pop star, did it get much better than that?

Oh, wait, I got to shag him senseless on the drive later. That was way better than mere eye contact.

"Shut your mouth, dear," Em said, sitting next to me and fiddling with one of her cameras.

"Shut up. Don't you ever get a little star struck watching your husband?"

She grinned, watching the stage in case she missed something. "Blur's never done a show like this."

"Over Damon's dead body," I giggled, watching as Nick went over to the wings, making the girls there scream. There were screaming girls at Blur shows, but nothing like this.

"Can you see my Alex dancing? Actually, I'd like to see him in that coat Kevy's wearing…" she mused, looking at Kevin for a moment, then her camera made a screeching sound and she shrieked. "Fucking Nikon! It always fucking lets me down when I need it the most!" She slammed it into the camera bag I'd been watching for her and took off to the other side of the stage, shooting with one of the cameras draped around her neck. Luckily she had a backup, I guess. I could never tell her cameras apart, but she'd explain them to anyone willing to listen.

I bet Kevin was willing to listen. I knew he had a crush on her, Nick had told me that, but seeing them together was something else. If I didn't know that Em was happily married, I'd wonder a little.

Nick was smiling at a girl right next to the wings, and I had to wonder a little. What would happen when I didn't get to see him for weeks at a time? Would he find a willing groupie, or would he call me for phone sex?

Smiling at a fan is going to cause this sort of angst, Rachel? I needed to get a grip, or it was going to be a very long tour.

I could relax, right? I barely sang on this one, I never sang on the ones Howie wrote, because he hated me. I grinned, looking over at him as he sang. I loved his sappy ballads, I loved how proud of them he was. He was so sweet, no wonder we called him Sweet D.

Okay, cracking myself up on stage, I should stop that.

I looked at Rachel instead. I knew exactly where she was, all the way stage left, I could feel her eyes on me every second, and it was great. Sometimes I'd glance at her and she was talking to Em, or one of our girls. It looked like she and Howie's Leigh were hitting it off, that was good. But mostly she was watching me, and I loved that.

I had plenty of people I brought to shows, my family and my friends and even a girl or two. But no one like Rachel. I wanted to impress her, I wanted to live up to all the nice things she said about the show last night on the phone when I was tired and whiny.

We did write our own songs, sometimes. Like this one, Howie wrote it. Okay, we never put it on an album, but the fans liked it, that's why it was in the show. I liked it too, even if I didn't do anything until the end. I sang along, since my main mic wasn't on, and caught Rachel's eye.

What makes you different, makes you beautiful
What's there inside you, shines through to me
In your eyes I see, all the love I'll ever need
You're all I need, oh girl
What makes you different, makes you beautiful to me

That really fit, didn't it? She beamed at me, glowing with happiness, and I wanted nothing more than to go over there and kiss her. I'd have to thank Howie for this one later. I'd make him sing it at our wedding.

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