Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 14
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Corresponding KTBPA Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

I was so cold. I pulled the covers up around me tighter and squinted at the clock. What time was it? 11:30. 11:30! We had soundcheck soon, why hadn't they called me? I sat up straight and stared at the window. It was dark out. What?

God, I was stupid when I just woke up. I looked back at the clock and then fumbled for the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the television. The light flooded the room, hurting my eyes, and I turned it off again.

Where was I? Hartford? No, that was last night. Tonight was Albany. And tomorrow. Was Nick in Houston yet? He'd promised he'd call. When was that? I fell back on the pillows and closed my eyes, piecing together the day. It had been a long day so far. No sleep and fighting with Nick. Then making up and sorta sex, and then he'd been so sweet before we hung up the phone. The adorable Nicky I feel in love with.

I found my phone under the pillow and dialed his number. An automated message started. Right. He broke his phone. He'd call me. He promised.

I stretched and found my way to the bathroom, squinting again as the harsh light filled the tiled room. Why the hell do they put such bright lights in white bathrooms? I glanced at myself in the mirror and stuck out my tongue. Oh, this was a good look on me. Naked and pale. A day by the pool and about 12 more hours of sleep and I might look normal.

Too much emotion and drama.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water wash over my body, making me feel a little more human. Getting out, I pulled on my jeans and Dad's sweater and stared at the room. I should just go back to bed, but it was too lonely there. Maybe some food would make me feel better. I grabbed my wallet and headed off for the vending machines.

Oreos! Jackpot! I fed my dollar in and pushed the little numbers. B-5.

Nothing.

B-5.

Nothing.

Fuck! I kicked the machine and the Oreo packet fell out. Success!

"Diva princess still tragically attached to the phone?" I heard Darien's voice in the hallway and sneered at the vending machine as it refused to drop my soda this time. Oh, fuck it. I needed something stronger than Sprite, anyway.

"You called?" I poked my head out of the vending machine room as James and Darien rounded the corner.

"Rachel's up!" James exclaimed, way too excited to see me.

I grinned and threw my arms around him. He let me stay there for a minute, hugging me back even though my hair was getting his shirt wet.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Darien pouted, and I looked over at him, extricating an arm from around James and pulling him over.

"I love my boys." I sighed.

"You're feeling better," James laughed. "Things good with Nick?"

I pulled back and opened the Oreos, offering one to each of them. Of course, they each took two. Stupid boys!

I took one of the two remaining Oreos and popped it in my mouth, nodding. "He broke his cell phone and is never talking to psycho-whore again."

"You mean the almost-Mrs. Nick Carter?"

I took a swing at Darien, but he caught my arm, stealing my last Oreo and grinning as he danced away from me, stuffing his mouth with all three.

"You are so mean! Can we kick him out of the band, James?"

James shook his head and put an arm around my shoulders, "Unfortunately, no. We'd sound like crap with just guitars and bass."

"Maybe we'd start a new kind of music!"

"You might be jumping up and down, but I'm destroying the fabric of the music industry!" Darien shouted, jumping up and down and affecting an English accent as he quoted Em's other favorite Alex James.

"Down, boy!" I hollered over my shoulder. "What are you up to tonight, James? Going out or staying in?"

"Always out, Rache!" he deadpanned, making both Darien and I groan at his bad joke.

"I think I need real food, since you both seem to have stolen my dinner!"

"Real food? Not room service while you talk on the phone?" James asked, a shocked expression on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Real food. Maybe a real restaurant and real dishes and a real napkin."

"No paper napkins!" Darien bellowed as we got on the elevator.

"Think the restaurant is still open?"

James and Darien exchanged a look, and I glowered at them. "What?"

"Nothing," James covered. "Let's go to the diner down the street. It looks good."

The elevator doors opened. I saw that the restaurant off the lobby was open, "Why? It's still open down here. This is easier." I went over to the doorway and peered in, giggling back at Darien, "They have real napkins, even!"

He rolled his eyes at me and then smiled sweetly at the hostess as she led us over to a table in the bar, explaining that the kitchen was closing soon, so we had to eat there.

"Whatever. I just need real food." I took a menu and stared at it. I wanted everything I saw. "There will definitely be dessert tonight, maybe cake. Do they have cake, you think? No, I want pudding! Butterscotch! Should we just order all the desserts?"

Darien looked over at me and tried not to laugh, "Rache, you said you wanted real food."

"Dessert is real food!" I pouted, feeling about 12 years old as he scowled at me.

"You are in such a better mood," James mumbled, making me look up at him.

"Was I that much of a bitch today?"

"Oh, no, that's one of those questions you don't answer, trust me on this one. I have years of experience here." Jeremy's slurred voice drifted down, and I looked up to find him standing over our table, his arm attached to a busty redhead's waist. She was giggling at him and playing with his hair. Oh, shit. I wasn't in a good enough mood to deal with Jeremy and his girl of the moment.

"J will tell you that I'm always a bitch, won't you, J?" I tried to tease, but it didn't come out that way. He smiled down at me and didn't say anything. "Who's your new friend?" I asked cheerily as our waitress sat down a round of drinks in front of us. I hadn't ordered anything. Shit. There were 5.

Darien moved over as Jeremy went to sit down, pulling the redhead onto his lap in the process. She giggled again, and I tried not to roll my eyes. Jeremy had such a type. Well, other than me. At least I hoped so. That woman wasn't like me, was she?

"This is Kimmie, we met this afternoon. Kimmie, you know James and Darien."

Her eyes grew wide, "You're Rachel! Cool. I just love your video. 'Wanton sex goddess,' that's so cute!"

She giggled again, and I fought the urge to reach over and pull her hair. That was a grown up response, right? I snuck a look at James and he didn't meet my eye. That's why they hadn't wanted to eat here. They knew Jeremy was here with her. How petty did they think I was? Jeremy could fuck whoever he wanted. I didn't have to be jealous. I had Nick.

Who hadn't called me yet. How fuckin' long does it take to drive to Houston, anyway?

"Thanks, Kimmie. What a cute name. So, are you from Albany?"

She smiled and tilted her head as if she was thinking. Oh, god, she's a brain trust, isn't she? Jeremy goes for the bimbos because he couldn't take the fact that I was smarter than him. Right?

"No. Not originally. From Buffalo, but I moved here to finish school a few years ago. I'm a kindergarten teacher."

"Really?" I nearly choked on my drink, imagining poor, unsuspecting toddlers suffocating between her breasts as she hugged them goodbye at the end of the day.

"Yeah, I just love kids. They're our future, you know."

"Um… yeah. So, J, did you eat? Because I'm starving." I attempted to change the subject and looked down at my menu. The rest of them continued talking - and Kimmie laughing - until the waitress came and took our order.

"That's a lot of food, Rachel. You must work out a lot," Kimmie commented as the waitress left.

I forced a smile, starting to answer her, but James cut in, "Rachel has an amazing metabolism. Performing takes a lot out of you, too. She really doesn't need to watch what she eats." I felt James pat my knee under the table, and I wanted to sink into the booth. Someone save me from this misery!

Just then my phone rang, and I laughed out loud, pulling it out of my pocket, "Saved by the bell!" I joked and looked at the display. Who the fuck was this? A Florida exchange, not AJ, I knew his… maybe Howie?

"Boy wonder?" Jeremy questioned as I climbed out of the booth over James. I smiled, and went over to an empty booth and sat down.

"Nicky," I sighed into the phone. "Are you safe in Houston? Whose phone is this?" Surely we killed Frank's battery this afternoon, right?

"Geoff's. He went to bed already." He yawned, and I heard Frank's voice in the background, "I thought you might still be sleeping."

"Nah. I woke up a while ago feeling like hell. Decided I needed to have real food after Darien and James stole my Oreos."

"Meanies!"

"I know," I pouted. "Anyway, we came down here to the restaurant…"

"I remember that restaurant," he interrupted me. "The fans drove me out of there. Man, the place was crawling with them. Frank couldn't get me back upstairs fast enough. And then this one girl followed me and found the room. The next morning, there must have been 10 girls just 'hanging out' next to the elevators."

"Nicky?"

"What?"

"You haven't talked to anyone in a few hours, have you?"

I could tell he was blushing, "Sorry, am I talking too much? Oh! I interrupted you! What are you doing?"

"Just waiting for dinner, not a big deal." I glanced over to our table, and Jeremy was watching me, his hand absentmindedly rubbing Kimmie's thigh and disappearing between her legs briefly. I heard her gasp, and I looked down at the table quickly.

"What are you eating?"

"What? Oh, I ordered some huge dinner, Jeremy's chick was making fun of me for eating too much."

"Jeremy's chick? He picked up a girl?"

"He always does," I grumbled. "She's a hot redhead with breasts bigger than Sarah's."

"And she can stand?" he joked, making me laugh.

"Actually, right now she's sitting on Jeremy's lap and letting him suck on her neck. Ew, do they have to do that in public?" I sighed, and Nick was quiet.

"Buttercup?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Are you okay?" His voice was so sweet, and I missed him like crazy again. Just a few minutes ago everything had been fine. It'd been normal, and we'd all been joking, and I hadn't been thinking about how much I missed him.

"Yeah," I whispered, "I miss you so much, Nick." I looked down at the table and willed myself not to start crying here in front of everyone.

"Shhh… baby, it's okay. I miss you, too. Damnit. I wish I were there, Rache. I hate that I make you so sad."

"You don't!" I nearly screamed, "You make me so happy, Nick Really. Happier than I've been in such a long time. I just… I don't want it to go away."

"I'm not going anywhere, Rache," Nick tried to reassure me, but I felt the hot tears fall against my cheeks anyway. "We're good. We just need to learn how to be apart for a bit. We were so lucky to have this summer, baby. Re-entry is tough."

"It sucks, Nick." I pouted, and he chuckled softly. "I love your laugh, bunny."

"I know, buttercup. I love your laugh, too. And in just a couple days I'll be able to hear it in person. It's going to be so great, Rachel. I have such cool things planned for us. But you just have to be strong. Go eat your dinner, and then call me again, if you want."

When had he become the grown-up in this relationship? "I'm sorry I'm such a wimp, Nick."

"You're not. You are the strongest woman I know, Rache. Seriously. You're just tired and hungry and maybe a little overwrought."

"You think?" I joked, smiling a little when he laughed.

"I think. Now, go play with your boys and ignore Jeremy and his hot new chick, okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Nicky."

"I love you, too."

I hung up the phone and sat still for a minute. God, this had to stop. I couldn't go through the next few months missing Nick this bad and letting every little thing upset me. I'd be useless to the band and everyone else if that happened. I wiped my eyes on Dad's sweater and took a deep breath. Game face.

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