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!)

Everyone was talking at once. Amber on the speaker phone and Lola talking to us and our travel agent on her cell. My head was spinning, and I looked down at my ringing cell phone. ID was blocked. It was Nick. How could I tell him I wasn't coming?

That's why he was calling, to get flight information for Frank. Frank would meet my plane and take me to my waiting horny boyfriend, and we'd lock ourselves in a suite at the Royalton where we would fuck all weekend. Well, when he wasn't recording. But they couldn't do that all day, could they? No. So he'd be recording, and I'd hang around like the dutiful girlfriend and distract him as much as possible. I chuckled under my breath, thinking about tearing his clothes off in the middle of the studio and fucking on the floor. Somehow I don't think Kevin would approve of that.

I blushed at the thought of seeing Nick for the first time in a week. Our phone conversations had grown more erotic, if that was possible, and definitely more desperate. It wasn't just him. Last night when we got off the phone I had to fight the urge to pick it back up immediately. I just wanted to hear his voice one more time before falling asleep.

This was insane. Wasn't he supposed to be bored with me by now? Instead I loved it when he left me long rambling messages on my voicemail. Sometimes I'd let him get it on purpose just so I could save his messages and listen to them later. I sighed as the phone stopped ringing, and James looked over at me, catching my eye. I'd deal with Nick later.

"Rache, you're being quiet over there."

I nodded, "Just thinking. So we fly in Saturday after the Cleveland date, but the show tapes Monday? Why not go in on Sunday evening or Monday morning?"

I held my breath, calculating my new itinerary in my head. We'd have a few hours, right? Cleveland to New York, that's only… what? A two hour flight? Hit the hotel by 3am, stay up all night fucking his brains out. Leave late and meet the band Sunday night. That works. I smiled to myself. One day was better than nothing, right?

"Rachel, were you not listening?" Amber's perky voice filled the air and I had to stifle a groan. God, what do we have to do to get this woman off our contract? "M2 is doing a 'buzzworthy' weekend, new artist showcase and everything. They specifically requested you. It's an hour interview slot, videos, and they've even asked for live footage. That's Sunday. Big break for us."

My face fell. I knew James was reading my thoughts.

"Rache, do you not want to do it?" He couldn't hide the annoyance in his voice. God, was I even losing James' faith?

Everyone turned to look at me, and I could see Jeremy rolling his eyes. "Of course I want to do it! Jesus! I was just…" I sighed and stopped myself from trying to explain. It was only a fucking week apart. We could do this. We'd see each other next week in New York. "Sounds great!"

I turned off my cell phone and listened as Lola gave us travel plans. It'd be fine. Maybe he'd come to Key West to see me if they finished recording early or something.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, and Brain glanced over at me, questioningly.

"What's going on, bro?"

"Voice mail again. I swear, I hate that fuckin' invention."

Brian shook his head and smiled, "Maybe she's busy, dude. The price you pay, hooking up with a woman with a life of her own," he teased. What? Were he and AJ in on the joke now? I stuck out my tongue at him.

"Hey, I told him this would happen! Didn't I, Nicky? Go with the safe ones. The ones that will follow you to the end of the earth and watch after the dogs!" Brian threw a pillow at AJ who just smirked back at him. "Those independent women, all trouble! You need the god fearing ones that know their places!"

They were joking, but I knew that look on AJ's face. He was just being mean and knew how to press Brian's buttons. "Just stop it, you two," I growled.

All I needed was AJ and Brian fighting now. Tensions were high enough as it was. Coming back on tour had been more difficult than I'd thought it'd be. I knew we were driving AJ nuts, watching his every move, trying to be too helpful. Last night he'd just exploded, disappearing into a cab after the show and not coming back to the hotel with the rest of us. I thought for sure we were going to see him stumbling back into the hotel at 2 am, drunk.

"She's busy, that's okay," I tried to convince myself as the words were coming out of my mouth, "She'll be here this weekend. That's cool."

I picked the phone back up and hit redial, walking down to my room for privacy in case she picked it up. This time the voicemail kicked in immediately. Was she calling me, or did she have the phone turned off? If she'd turned it off, then she must have known I'd just called. Was she avoiding me? All these thoughts raced through my head until the long beep sounded in my ear.

"Rache… it's me. Yeah. I just need to know when you're flying in. I'm guessing Saturday night after your show. I can have Frank meet you whenever. Just get the first flight, okay, baby? God, I miss you. I can't even…" My voice broke, and I kicked the wall in front of me. Dammit. I sounded like a lovesick teenager. She'd hate that. "Damn. Sorry, baby. Look, I just miss you, and I wanna see you. I miss seeing you. I miss holding you, baby." I stopped for a moment as I remembered what it felt like to crawl into bed with her. "I just wanna hold you, Rache. When you're in my arms, everything else just falls away, you know? The band and AJ and all this stupid shit… I love you, Rache. Call me soon. I don't care when. Love you, baby."

I clicked off the cell phone and threw it down as I fell back onto the bed. I covered my face with one of the pillows and screamed. How was I gonna survive the next two days? And why was I being such a pussy about it? I felt like an immature child, but I couldn't help it.

"How many this time?" James handed me my iced tea and fell next to me, resting his head against the back of the couch.

I glanced at him and sighed, "Four."

I listened, and James watched my face. I stuck out my tongue at him, "One is from my mom, I'll have you know. She misses me and is so excited about seeing our video on MTV." I paused as I listened to my mother's animated voice on the phone and then giggled, "Katie and Colleen are screaming our song in the background. God, that's just not right."

"You are such a bad influence. Gonna warp their little minds with your suggestive songs, Rachel!"

I laughed, and the next message started. My face fell. "Nick number one."

I couldn't look at James as I listened to Nick's voice, secretly loving the desperation in his voice as he rambled on about how much he missed me and loved me and would do anything for me. God, it was just like one of those sappy ballads that Howie wrote. I sighed, and James rolled his eyes, pretending to play the violin as he watched me. I leaned over and punched his arm, making him scream in mock-horror.

"You're just jealous because you don't have cute boys leaving you lovesick messages on your cell phone, dear!" I teased.

He laughed, "How do you know? Last night I had two from the hot Kevin!"

We both laughed, "In your dreams!"

"It could happen. He's very butch, I know… but I can change him." He batted his eyelashes at me.

"Out!" I ordered, pointing to the door. "You are disturbing my concentration!"

Reluctantly, James obeyed, disappearing through the door that adjoined our rooms. I laid back on the couch and listened to Nick's messages again. He was not going to take this new development very well.

The messages ended, and I took a deep breath. Had James left anything in my mini-bar last night? Cell phone in hand, I unlocked the mini-refrigerator and considered the contents. Two tiny bottles of Stoli. That'd do. I didn't even bother to get a glass from the bathroom. I opened one and downed it in a shot. One for courage.

I hit Nick's number and listened to the phone ring. One. Two. Maybe I'd get voicemail? I started to compose my message in my head when I heard his voice.

"Rache?" He was out of breath.

"Is it not a good time?"

"No… it's fine."

"I can call back…" I bit my lower lip and eyed the second tiny bottle of Stoli. Two for… what? More courage? I twisted off the top and emptied it quickly.

"No. I was just in the shower."

I closed my eyes and imagined him standing in his hotel room, naked and dripping wet talking on the phone with me. "It's late in the day for a shower, sweetie." I teased. I could feel him blushing through the phone.

"Well you weren't answering, so…"

"How dare you take matters into your own hands!" I scolded, trying not to laugh, "You know that's my job!"

"Well, you aren't here, baby. And I get so worked up just thinking about you. And then your damn video is on the TV every 5 minutes. Damn, Rache."

His voice drifted off, and I licked my lips, "Our video gets you that worked up, honey?"

He groaned into the phone, "You, Rache. Just the sound of your voice makes me hard, you know that. Shit, put your picture there and I'm done."

I giggled. "I love you, Nick."

That was the best thing she ever said. All the phone sex in the world wasn't worth that one tiny phrase. I felt the smile in her voice, and it made my heart race. She loved me. This amazing, sexy, talented, beautiful, passionate woman loved me. "God, Rache, what'd I do to deserve you?"

She was quiet on the other end. "Rache?" I heard a noise on her end, sounded like a lighter, "Whatcha doin', baby doll?"

"Lighting a cigarette."

"I thought you were quitting?"

"Well," I heard her take a deep breath and then exhale. God, the sound of her smoking was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I felt myself growing hard again, and I wrapped my towel around my waist and fell onto the chair behind me. "I am. I just had a relapse. Stoli does that to me."

"Drinking at…" I turned my head around and looked at the clock, "3 p.m.?"

"It's four here, Nick. You're in Central."

"Oh…right. Still, you're not the one who empties the mini-bar before the show." That was Darien and Jeremy's job. She'd told me that once. Back when we barely knew each other and would talk for hours about anything just to keep each other on the phone. She wished that she could get them booked into hotels without mini-bars so they'd stop drinking their per diems.

"Well, I needed a drink."

"What's up?" I could hear the hesitancy in her voice, and I clicked off the sound on the TV so I could concentrate.

"That stunt that Willa pulled on Monday."

I sighed. Fuckin' Mandy, hell bent on destroying anything good in my life. I was going to regret her for the rest of my life, wasn't I? "What'd she do now?"

"Nothing. Her stunt just bumped our sales, and MTV had a slot come open on their end of the summer Labor Day special…"

"That's great! Wow. Are you performing? That's so great for you!" I glanced over at the TV as an advertisement for the special came on. Their video popped up on the screen, and I smiled. "Hey, the ad's on right now. Live performance. Damn, they didn't offer it to us!"

I listened to him rambling on, genuinely excited for us, and then it hit him. Live performance.

"They don't mean…"

His voice trailed off, and I sighed, "Yes. They mean live. Not even a taped delay. They're doing a live feed from Key West, Nick."

"NO!" He screamed, and I heard all the horror in the world in his voice. My heart leapt into my throat, and I took another drag on my cigarette as I waited for him to finish.

"I'm sorry," I couldn't talk above a whisper. It didn't matter because he wasn't listening to me.

"You're going to be in Key fuckin' West this weekend? Rachel, tell me this is a joke!"

I repeated myself, "I'm sorry, Nick. We don't have a choice."

"Sure you do! Tell them no. Tell them you'll do it from New York, and they can live feed you there. Tell them you'll do a taped performance!"

"What?"

"You heard me," he responded angrily. "Rachel, you can't do this. I need to see you this weekend. You have no idea what this means to me."

"I don't? I'm the other half of this fuckin' relationship, Nick! Don't be a child. I want to see you just as bad." I spat back. I knew how much this was hurting him but I couldn't do anything about it. I hated that. And at this moment I hated him for not recognizing it.

"I doubt it. If you did you'd tell M fuckin' TV no."

"What? 'I'm sorry, we can't take advantage of this great opportunity because I have go fuck my boyfriend this weekend… oh you understand, do you? Yeah, he's a horny child!' Fuck you, Nick!"

I couldn't believe it. I threw the phone across the room and buried my head in my hands. I was so angry I couldn't see. I didn't care that I'd just hung up on him, the one thing I told him he was never allowed to do to me.

The phone went dead, and I screamed as loud as I could. This was so not happening to me! This couldn't be! Without thinking I threw open my mini-bar and grabbed the JD. We got the full bottles at the Four Seasons. I unscrewed the cap and took as big a swig as I could manage.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My head was spinning. I wouldn't see her this weekend. And probably not next week either. God damnit!

I took a deep breath and downed another shot of the whiskey. My cell phone rang, and I considered not picking it up. She was the one who fucking hung up on me. I looked down. It was her hotel number, not the cell.

"If I'd done that you wouldn't be speaking to me, Rache."

I didn't even let her say hello or that she was sorry. She sighed, and I put the bottle back on the counter.

"Can we not fight for 2 minutes? Please?"

Her voice was timid and low, and my heart melted. I fell back on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Sure."

"First, I'm sorry, Nick. I shouldn't have hung up on you. Well, truth be told I didn't hang up on purpose…"

"What'd you do?"

"I broke my phone."

I couldn't help but smile. We'd both broken our phones this week. "How'd you do that, baby?" I teased.

Were we teasing each other now? I looked down at my phone. The faceplate had broken into two pieces and the battery was in my lap. Shit. "I loved this phone, Nick."

I heard him chuckle, "I'll get you a new one, baby. Did it accidentally fall against the wall?"

"Maybe… like your hand in Boston. At least I don't break bones. Fuck. I'll get Lola to find me a new one. That's her job, right?"

"You're asking me? I just tell Frank what I need and it gets done."

"You're useless."

"But you love me anyway, right?"

I smiled at the little whine in his voice, "You know I do. God, Nick, I feel horrible. You have to believe that. I sat in the meeting this afternoon and just wanted to scream. I wanted to tell Amber all those things you said we should do - that I didn't want to do it, that we'd do a taped delay or a live feed from New York."

"But you can't."

"I can't, baby. I'm not a Backstreet Boy…"

He cut me off, "Thank God!"

"We can't turn down MTV, Nick."

His voice was soft when he responded, "I know. I'm being a spoiled child, aren't I?"

"I know this week has been hell with AJ back and all, sweetie. I wish I was there with you. I'm a lousy girlfriend, aren't I?"

"No! God, Rache… It'll be okay. We'll see other next week, okay? Promise?"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back. Of course she couldn't promise. Neither of us knew what new commitments next week would bring. Our lives weren't our own when we were on tour, were they?

"Sorry, Rache. Right now you're in New York Thursday, right?"

"Yes. VMAs on Thursday and then back to your hotel. That's the plan."

"I really like that plan. Does it involve staying up all night, too?"

She just giggled on the other end.

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