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!)

That could not be someone at my door. I glanced over at the clock. 2:30am.

Nick was breathing heavy on the other end of my phone, and I was getting off on just listening to him.

"Go away!" I hollered, and I don't even think Nick heard me. He was moaning too loud. But the knocking continued, and then I heard James.

"Open the door, Rache! I know you're up, I can hear you through the wall!"

I screamed, and then Nick screamed, but for entirely different reasons. Oh, great. Just great. I slammed my fist down on the bed and sighed.

"Damn, Rache, you are so sexy. I love your sigh." Nick whispered, and I had to smile.

"We're being interrupted, bunny."

"What?"

"James has been banging on my door like there's a fuckin' fire. Hold on, he's not letting me go." I untangled myself from the earpiece and pulled on the T-shirt I'd thrown on the floor when we started this conversation.

"What the hell is so fuckin' important, James!" I hissed, opening the door a crack and hiding behind it. James leaned in, trying to see around the door.

"You're flushed, dear. Am I interrupting something?" he smirked, and I tried to slam the door on him, but he wedged his foot inside. Fuck.

"No shit! You said you were listening. Pervert. Do you get off on it?"

"I wasn't listening," he replied calmly, pushing on the door. I gave up and stuck my tongue out at him as I looked around the room for my boxer shorts. I'd been on the chair by the computer, and then running around lighting my candles… I spied them by the bed and grabbed them, pulling them on. James sat down in the chair next to my bed and crossed his legs, "I said I could hear. You are loud, girlfriend."

"Oh, shut up. Just 'cause you aren't getting any! You don't have to ruin my fun." Hell, I wasn't even doing anything, I was just talking to him. Next it was my turn.

Hey, we had to mix it up sometimes, phone sex could get old real quick.

"On the contrary, dear, I like to ruin your fun. Now tell me, why the hell did you tell Kevin Richardson that I have a crush on him?"

"What?" I dropped down on the bed and unplugged the earpiece from the phone so I could talk to Nick. "Sorry, bunny, he'll be gone in a minute. Call you back?"

"You better. Your turn." He promised, and I had to smile. He was trying so hard to keep me happy. I made kissing noises into the phone just to annoy James and then clicked it off.

"You are so dead, James. I did no such thing!"

"Really?" He pulled me up off the bed and into his room where I found his laptop on the bed. I recognized the screen. It was one of the Backstreet message boards. Oh, shit, what were they saying now?

"Then explain this," he pointed to the screen where a paragraph was highlighted:

re: BSB at Waffle House!!!!

And before anyone gets all freaked out that Kevin was flirting with Em while his wife wasn't there, that was obviously nothing. They danced and that was all, obviously they're friends. She's been doing their pictures for ages, I'm sure they are. Although Rachel did say that James (the guy in her band) was gonna be all mad that she wasn't there, because maybe Kevin would have danced with him. Apparently James - he's the gay one - has a huge crush on our Kevy. Isn't that funny. Isn't he the one that has the *Nsync doll in the Sudden Silence video?

"You told all of them I had a crush on Kevin! Rache!" James was too cute, all whining at me and pointing to the screen. I tried really hard not to laugh at him, even biting the inside of my cheek, but it was no use.

"James! It's no big deal."

"Well, it is to me. Next you'll be having Nick call up JC and tattling on me. Those boybands are a like a secret society or something, they don't have secrets, do they?" he argued, falling down on the bed and covering his eyes with his hand.

Was he really freaked out about this? I looked back at the screen. The thread was like 20 pages long. Oh, shit. I read through the page quickly. They were like the FBI, these fans, every moment was documented here for all to see. Fuck.

I pulled James' hand away from his face, and he blinked up at me, "Hon, JC might already know. You do talk about him an awful lot."

He stuck his tongue out at me, making me laugh again.

"Is this really why you interrupted me so rudely?"

"See what you've reduced me to?" he sighed pathetically. "You're ignoring me and spending all your time with Nick, so I'm surfing fuckin' Backstreet boards to see what awful things they are saying about you!"

"They're saying awful things about me?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, "You are a girlfriend, right?"

"Where?" I demanded.

Before he could show me, my cell phone was ringing again. I darted into my room and grabbed the phone, falling back on the bed.

"Hi, baby," I cooed.

"Was the building really on fire, Rache?" Nick wondered, and I laughed.

"No, James found an account of our stop at the Waffle House the other morning on one of your message boards, and he was pissed because I told Kevin that he liked him."

"He just wanted to yell at you for that?"

"Yeah. Isn't he a meanie?"

"Oh, please!" James sighed dramatically, standing in the doorway again. "You two fuck like bunnies, I'm sure you'll catch up to him, Rache!"

I clapped my hand over the receiver, "Stop being so mean. Want me to print a retraction or something? Should I register on the board and come clean with them? Maybe tell them about your theory that Howie is really gay and Leigh is just a cover? That will go over well!"

"Don't even joke," I heard Nick grumble in my ear. "Would you really rather surf the boards, Rache?" His voice cracked, and I sighed. The mood was so gone now, thanks to fucking James.

"Believe it or not, this is what our poor James has been reduced to. I'll send you the link, bunny, it's kind of frightening. Those girls that were in the Waffle House, they gave like a 10 page description of what happened! They even took a couple pictures of you, Kevin, Em and I when we were standing outside by the bus before we left."

"So?" Was that all? There were pictures of me taken practically everywhere I went.

"And you haven't even seen the other threads, Rache," I heard James in the background. "You don't look so hot first thing in the morning, dear."

I could just see her scowling at him. I didn't want this to happen. If she started seeing what my fans did, she was going to hate being with me. Fuck the Mandy baggage, this could be so much worse.

"Don't you ever get freaked out by it, Nick?" She sounded a little freaked out. Damn.

"I guess. I really don't think about it too hard, Rache. We can't."

Had I never told her about Brian's dogs being kidnapped or the woman that stalked AJ for a solid year? The things some of the girls did were just insane. That's why I had Frank. But Rachel didn't have anyone. If they pulled her into all of this, she had to get security, didn't she?

"Oh."

She was quiet for a moment, and I heard a muffled conversation, and then it was quiet again.

"Buttercup?" I started, and she sighed in my ear. "It really bothers you, doesn't it? All the pictures and stories?"

She didn't say anything for a moment, and I heard her sniff and my heart sank. Was she crying? Why wasn't I there? Why'd Frank let us stand outside all that time talking by the buses when he knew that there had been fans inside?

"Baby? Are you all right, Rache?"

"I'll be fine, bunny. I'm just tired. Yes, I guess it bothers me. The last time…" Her voice caught, and I heard her take a deep breath. Her voice sounded calmer when she spoke again, "The last time something like this happened, it was with Damon, and there were pictures everywhere when I left London to come home."

"When your dad died?"

"As if that wasn't bad enough? Yeah. It was in all the tabloids and… like I didn't feel silly enough, it got to be documented for the world to see, you know? Damon and his new family. It's stupid."

Her voice trailed off, and I so wanted to be pull her into my arms and calm her down, tell her that it would be all right.

"It's not stupid, buttercup. But, you kind of get used to it, you know? I do a million stupid things every day, and someone will always catch one of them. And then there's the stuff that I've never done that they make up anyway! It's par for the course really. Sucks."

"Do you think they'd be doing this if I weren't with you?" she asked, her voice low.

"Yeah. When's the last time you did a search on yourself, Rache?"'

"What?"

I had to laugh, "Oh, come on, you aren't that modest! Do an internet search on yourself."

"You are a conceited freak, Nick Carter! I'd never do such a thing!"

"Well, do" I countered. "See what just your fans are saying. I guarantee you there are at least 10 Rachel Connor fan tribute sites up there and probably twice as many for the boys."

"No way, I'm way more popular than the boys are," she deadpanned. I heard her laptop connecting and grinned.

"You'll see, Rache. It's not all bad. I bet there are a dozen, 'Rache Connor is the coolest girl in school' sites up there!"

"Nuh-uh," she argued, but I heard her typing. My laptop was still over on the desk, I should connect and start bombarding her with filthy email messages. That'd make her laugh.

"Oh my god!" she screamed, and I laughed at her.

"What'd you find, baby?"

"There are like 20 sites, Nick! Jesus!"

I read down the list, amazed. I called out a few of the better ones to him, "'Staring at the Sun," that's kind of obscure, isn't it?"

"Nah, that's an easy one, it's from 'Spin Around'," he teased before singing back to me:

"I've been starin' at the sun for some time
it gets dark inside but I don't mind
and if you're gone it's like I'm goin' blind
I can't get by this time"

"I love you, bunny," I sighed. I did. I loved that he knew my songs almost better than I did. "Oh, this is good. Someone who knows the B-sides, not just the album tracks - 'Punk Rock Prom Queen'. And there's more, 'Late Night Head Rush' and 'Shapeshifter.'

"That last one's pretty easy, though. Just a song title. No points for originality there!" Nick joked.

"No fuckin' way, Nick, James has like five! Five! He's not even the cute one!"

He was laughing, "I can't believe you guys aren't watching your fan sites, Rache. This is the cool part."

He was going on about some of the Backstreet sites, and I half listened as I surfed around, pulling up a couple of them and reading through.

"No way!"

I could tell he was amused from the tone in his voice, but I didn't care. This was kind of cool, "What now, baby? Did you find poetry? I fuckin' love the poetry! Oh, and the fan art. Once a fan gave me a picture of myself made entirely of painted macaroni. That was cool."

"Was she 10, baby?"

"Ummm… maybe. It was cool, though. Kinda looked like me, too. She used the really fine spaghetti for my hair."

"Angel hair… aw, that's sweet," I laughed at him, "Well this one girl, she has like '100 facts about Rachel' and some of them I don't even remember! How do they know that shit?"

"FBI, Rache. I'm telling you, our country would be a safer place if little girls were running it. Nothing gets by them."

He laughed with me for a minute, and then we were quiet, "Are you tired, Buttercup?"

"Yeah. It's like 3am, Nick."

"We should sleep, I guess," he practically whispered, and I turned off my laptop and blew out the candles on the desk.

"I guess." I made a quick trip around the room to blow out the rest of the candles, and then crawled under the covers. "I hate this part, Nick. This bed is too big."

"I know, baby. But just think, just another couple of days and we get to be together for a whole weekend, sorta. Then you get to go to the VMA's. That's going to be so cool, Rache."

"But you have to work," I whined.

"Sorry, Rache…"

He sounded so sad, and he started to apologize for the millionth time. This weekend was supposed to be a break for both of us, but Jive was insisting that they record some new parts for the single. I was just being a selfish girlfriend, and I knew it, but damnit, I wanted him all to myself for a couple of days. But I knew he wanted that, too. Even he didn't get to say no to the record company. Well, not very often.

"No, bunny." I interrupted him, "Don't apologize. It'll be cool. You got the really nice suite at the Royalton, right?"

I could just see him grinning through the phone, "Yep! And it's going to be stocked with everything, baby. Flowers and bubble bath and champagne."

"Stop! I don't want to know everything!"

"Don't worry, I've still got a few surprises up my sleeve!"

"I'm sure you do." I yawned before I could stop myself.

I shut my eyes, and it was like the sound enveloped me when he spoke, "Okay, it's time to sleep, baby. I love you, buttercup, sweet dreams."

"Uh-huh… love you, bunny," I mumbled before he reminded me to turn off my phone and I drifted off.

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