Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

chapter 14

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

Corresponding KTBPA Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

This sucked. I practically had a day off and where was Nick? In fucking St. Louis, while I was in fucking Providence. Just the show tonight, no press. Then nothing tomorrow, Nick and I were both off, only he was on the bus from St. Louis to fucking Houston. I'd almost gotten a flight out right after our show, but even I realized it was pretty silly of me to get on a plane so that I could then get on a bus with him for 12 hours.

It had been, what? A week since he left my tour? And I was miserable already, too annoyed to even leave my hotel room.

Therefore James had taken it upon himself to cheer me up, and he was surfing the channels and plying me with junk food. James was actually pretty good at the cheering me up thing, I had forgotten to be cranky for a few minutes while we watched infomercials and ate chocolate.

"Welcome back to Total Request Live for Monday, August 27th. I'm joined in the studio by a surprise guest this afternoon. Willa Ford! Everyone welcome Willa to the countdown."

I nearly gave myself whiplash as I turned to look at the TV screen, "No fuckin' way!"

James laughed and settled back down onto the other bed in my room, "Oh, this is good. Hmm… we might need more popcorn. Think she'll introduce us? We haven't been on yet, have we?"

I threw a pillow at him, and he just put it behind his head and folded his hands on his lap calmly, "Think those breasts are real?"

"Well, Nick didn't buy them, so they probably are. Bitch."

It was out before I could stop myself. God, how I hated her. Even more, I hated myself for hating her. Sure, she was a talentless hack who only had a recording contract because she'd dated a pop star, but that wasn't even why I loathed her. I was being a jealous girlfriend, afraid of the ex.

I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen, it was like watching a train wreck.

"So, Willa… why are we blessed with your presence today?" Carson asked, trying not to stare at her breasts and failing miserably.

"Because I'm a talentless psycho whore with a compelling need to name drop?" James batted his eyelashes and sing-songed from his perch on the bed, making me laugh. Thank god it was James here and not Jeremy. I groaned just thinking about that. Certainly Jeremy wasn't watching? No, he'd hooked up with some girl last night. Maybe they were still wrapped up in one another and he wasn't obsessively watching TRL like James and me. Please don't let him be witnessing this. I could just tell it was gonna be bad.

"Well, I'm in town promoting the new single - 'Did Ya' Understand That?'- and thought I'd stop by and present you with your very own copy." She smiled and handed him the CD, flipping her hair over her shoulder in the process. God, she was sickening.

"Right. The new single. It's the second single from your debut CD, Willa Was Here, which is just the smash hit of the summer." Oh, it was not. We were the smash hit of the summer, not this two bit hack who only had a hit because she'd been fucking a Backstreet Boy.

Not like my band at all. Right?

"Well…" She looked down, trying to act all self-conscious.

I rolled my eyes and looked over at James, "We're selling more units than she is!" I couldn't help it. I kept track. Everyone was going to start comparing us eventually, I justified to myself.

"Well, you're the good Backstreet girlfriend, right? Not the evil abusive ex… Hey, do we have any anti-sites yet? I want anti-sites!" James grinned at me, and I grabbed a handful of ice from the ice bucket on the bedside table and threw it at him. He picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.

Carson continued, "So tell us about your single." He looked down at the cover photo and then held it up to the camera. It was the back cover art for the CD, Willa dressed in short shorts, her tits practically popping out of her top as she supposedly spray painted 'Willa Was Here' on a brick wall. Fuckin' poser! I hated that I knew it was the back cover art to her CD. I'd spent entirely too much time staring at the picture on the tour bus.

"Great picture, by the way. Wait, I heard something about this shot…" Carson said in his smarmy way. Why did I ever believe for a second that he truly liked us when we were there? He acted this way to everyone.

She smiled up at him, and someone from the audience called out something I couldn't quite make out. He turned toward the voice and nodded and then looked down at the picture; holding it up again, he pointed to a spot on it, "Tell me about this little piece of graffiti, Willa? Accident or design?"

"Are there any accidents anymore? He dissed me. It's my response, you know. Just keepin' it real." She licked her lips for effect as the audience responded with 'ooh's and 'aah's.

Carson smiled, "Okay… okay… For those at home who can't quite make out the picture, why don't you tell us about it and the song." He stepped back, giving her the floor.

Shit. Here it comes. This song was the one about Nick, wasn't it? Of course it was, lord forbid she do anything without reminding the world that Nick was her ex-boyfriend and how the fans had been so mean to her. God, that was getting tired, wasn't it?

"Well, for the back of the CD we did this really great shoot where I got to spray paint graffiti all over this wall. It was wild, just so much fun. They just let me go to town, so I wrote all these names of the songs and then… dunno… maybe the paint fumes got to me."

"Kids, don't try this at home," Carson interjected, and she laughed. I hated her laugh. I hated her voice.

"Yeah, right. Paint fumes are bad, boys and girls! Anyway, the song - 'Did Ya' Understand That' - is about a girl whose boyfriend isn't around a lot… "

"Like, say… on tour with his internationally famous band?" I hated Carson. I hated everyone.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Maybe somethin' like that. So it's her response, saying 'I know you cheated on me and you're not worth it, so get lost.' You know girls need to fight fire with fire. So in the end, in the video we're shooting, he comes home to find that she's moved on without him. It's a real empowering song."

"Empowering?" I shrieked. "Empowering? She doesn't even know what that word fucking means! I'm calling Gloria Steinem, this little tramp is not my feminist sister."

"Shut up," James said, leaning towards the TV. "I'm trying to listen."

On the screen, Carson's eyes widened, "I'm sure… All the guys out there are like, 'I'm never cheatin' again!' So this picture…"

Willa sighed dramatically, "We were fooling around, and I absentmindedly was writing names on the wall, and one of them just happened to be Nick."

James and I both about fell off our respective beds, and I screamed at the TV, sending James into hysterics, "JUST HAPPENED! Oh my fucking god, she is too fucking much! You did that so everyone in the world would ask you about him, bitch!"

"And then I looked at it, and I was like, you know, after what he did to me, he doesn't deserve the publicity. So I crossed it all out and…" She looked down at the picture and smiled, "I guess you can still kinda see it."

"Speaking of Nick and all, we're at number 5 and it's someone you might know… Sudden Silence."

She stared at Carson wide-eyed, "I don't, actually. I haven't had the opportunity to meet… what's her name? Rachel? The band's been around forever, right?" Was she calling me old? That bitch! "But I hear she made him appear in the video. Guess that's one way to get airplay."

Her voice trailed off, and I didn't even hear Carson's response. I turned to James and we both screamed. We had managed to avoid any mention of Nick in our video on TRL. It was all over the fan sites, but nothing had been said officially. Now Jeremy was going to kill me, all because this talentless bitch was jealous that Nick broke up with her before she had the chance to force him to be in her goddamn fucking video.

I grabbed my cell phone, hitting Nick on the auto dial. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Fuck me.

"Pick up the phone, you fuckin' coward!" I screamed at the phone as it rang for the fourth time. I was going to fucking get his voicemail. Damnit!

James sighed, "Maybe he isn't watching, Rache."

I held up a hand to silence him, "He's fucking watching, James. He's just avoiding me. COWARD!" I screamed that last part into the phone as it rang again.

"Well," James smirked at me, "You are a bit psycho at the moment, m'dear."

I picked up another hand full of ice from the room service bucket and threw it at James. He laughed, ducking as it hit the headboard, "Hey, don't shoot the messenger, you old hag!"

Nick's automated message started, and I rolled my eyes at the phone and clicked it off without leaving a message. Fuck him.

My phone rang again, and Vinnie smirked at me, "That Rachel?"

I ignored him, staring at my caller ID screen with my finger tracing the send button. I should answer it. I should be a grown up and face this head on, right?

Since the day I met Rachel, I don't think there was a time when I didn't want to talk to her. Just to hear her voice and know what she was doing. We'd talk for hours each night about nothing - the horrible art in her hotel rooms, the things we each saw on our respective buses as we traveled from gig to gig. Even when she was teasing me about Mandy that night on the bus from Hershey to Boston, I'd still wanted to keep talking to her.

Fucking Mandy. Turning everything she touched to shit.

The phone stopped ringing, and I looked over at Vinnie.

"Dude, you are in so much trouble now. She knows you're watching," he scolded. He'd only been around for a couple of days, but he'd gotten used to the fact that I had to watch TRL every day to see where Sudden Silence was. And every day I'd call Rachel to tell her how proud I was. I usually got her voicemail, but they didn't have any press commitments today. She was watching.

"Maybe the phone was off. She doesn't know." I retorted, knowing I sounded childish.

"She knows you watch this stupid show every day, looking for her."

She did. She knew what I was thinking, that I was standing here looking at the TV dumbstruck and wanting so bad to avoid the whole thing. "I'll deal with that later," I finally sighed. Later. After I'd had a few shots, punched the wall a hundred times and killed a million aliens on my Playstation. Today they'd all have Mandy's smirk. Damn her.

Vinnie just shook his head at me and glanced back at the TV screen, rolling his eyes. "Well, at least she's hot. Man, you had that. Shit."

Resisting the urge to punch him, I screamed at the TV instead, throwing the closest object I could find. Thank god I threw like a girl because the glass missed the TV by a foot, sailing above it and hitting the wall, falling with a thud on the carpet.

"Oh, that was hard, Nick. Gonna punch a wall next? Way to keep it real!"

I glared at AJ as he sauntered into the room. Why didn't I learn to keep the door locked? Of course, he'd just seen Mandy, too. And he was coming to gloat. They all would.

"Don't even start, Alex!" I shot at him before he hit the couch, and then I collapsed into a chair, cringing as I heard familiar music from the TV. "At least Rachel is above her on the countdown, right? That's good," I sighed.

"You keep telling yourself that, dawg," Brian hit me on the knee as he walked past. Great, let everyone wander in to tease me about stupid fucking Mandy. "You are so busted, Nick."

"I know, I know. And it's all my fuckin' fault," I groaned, looking over at the TV. I had to smile as Rachel's face filled the screen. That was such a perfect day. She was amazing. I loved following her and Em around, carrying Em's equipment and playing the doting boyfriend.

But then real life had interfered. She was in her hotel room across the country, and here I was being a shitty boyfriend. My ex was dissing me on national TV, and everyone now thought Rachel was just like her.

"What the hell did I ever see in Mandy? Opportunistic bitch," I sighed to no one in particular.

When everything was said and done
there's plenty more where you came from
Don't just stand there looking dumb
baby you're the lucky one

She's right. I was the lucky one. Whey the hell should she stay with me when all I did was complicate things for her? Hell, we weren't even going to be seeing each other enough for the sex to be worth it. Not for her, she could have her pick of any toy little boy mooning over her from the front row.

AJ was silent for a moment as we all watched the TV. They came back from Rachel's video, and Willa made another comment. I couldn't even listen. This could not be happening!

AJ was silent for a moment as we all watched the TV. "She so doesn't deserve this, dude." He muttered and then took out his phone. I just stared at him. What the hell was he doing? He smirked at me as the phone rang.

"Hey! Caroline, this is AJ from Backstreet. Yeah, really. It's me…" He laughed at something she said and then went on, "Why do you think I'm calling my favorite producer? You're fuckin' joking with that Willa crap, right? Like giving her that soapbox is gonna fly?"

I started to say something, and he held out a hand to me. What the fuck was he doing?

"Yeah, I'll talk on screen. Yeah, he's right here, cringing and avoiding his girlfriend's calls."

I narrowed my eyes at him and lunged for the phone as what he said started to click, "Tell me you didn't just call up TRL, dawg! You ain't talking on air. That's what she wants. Just hand her more publicity! Kevin will kill you. I'll kill you! Rule number fuckin' one, we don't talk about Mandy!"

It was literally rule number one, well until rule number one had morphed into 'don't let AJ drink.' But that was a new rule. The Manduh Rule was instituted when we broke up and she started dissing me in interviews.

Brian interjected, "Turn the other cheek, Aje."

I lunged for the phone again, and AJ danced away from me, smiling, while Vinnie cackled in the corner. Okay, if I needed to punch someone, it was gonna have to be Vinnie now.

"Carson, dude! Long time, buddy. Cool, I'll hold." He mouthed to me, "In five, four, three…"

Brian and I both stared at the screen as the show came back from the commercial break. Mandy was still standing next to Carson, pouting at the screen and trying to look all shocked when the fans screamed for her.

"Hi, Carson here, welcome back to TRL. I'm here with the bad girl of pop music, Willa Ford. You're certainly earning that reputation today, Willa."

They panned to the screaming kids, and I pleaded with AJ, "Don't do this, dude! She's gonna fuckin' kill me as it is!"

AJ just smiled, enjoying every moment of this torture.

"Just before the number 3 song - which was 'Come On' by Nick Carter's current girlfriend Rachel Connor and her band, Sudden Silence - Willa and I were talking about her new single. Which, I think we can safely say, references your long-term relationship with Nick, right?"

"Well, I don't wanna get sued," She smirked at Carson, and he laughed. Oh, my god, I hated her. What did I ever see in her?

"Right… It's a fictional account of a guy cheating on a girl and the girl getting the last laugh. Ahhh… the women of Nick Carter's life. Books to be written on the subject, I'm sure."

"Well, we shouldn't all kiss and tell…" She smiled at him, acting all innocent. I swear next time I see her face to face, I'm gonna pull every strand of fake blonde hair out of her head!

"Right… well, speaking of Backstreet I've got an old friend of yours on the phone. AJ, you there, dude?"

I shut my eyes and screamed silently as AJ replied to Carson, "Yeah, Carson. I was just watching the show. Hiya, Mandy!"

"Alex! How's the 12-steppin' going?"

"Just fine. Fine. You should try it sometime."

Oh, he didn't! I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming at him.

The door flew open and Kevin strode in, smoke practically streaming from his ears. AJ looked up, and Kevin dragged his finger across his neck, telling him to put down the phone. AJ shook his head. He was having way too much fun with Mandy.

"Okay, AJ. So during the break you called in… why?"

"Well, we're all here, watching your show. 'Cause you know we never miss TRL, dude. And I see this chick here dissin' on my bro and, you know, that shit is tired, Mandy. And the stuff about Rachel… you gotta get your facts right. Rachel did not ask Nick to be in that video. In fact, she tried to get that edited out, but it'd already been sent to your lovely program."

Alright, that wasn't entirely true. Rachel really didn't care that I was in the video. But whatever.

"Thanks for the fact-checking, dude," Carson responded. "But before we get into a fight on-air, why don't you tell me what's going on in the world of Backstreet?"

AJ smiled and smirked at Kevin. Any publicity was good publicity. That was rule number ten. Or five. Or whatever.

"We're in St. Louis, Carson. Man, it feels so good to be on tour again."

"Yeah, your tour just started back up, how's that going?"

"Great, man, just great. Clean and sober, I'm having the time of my life. Gotta thank the fans for sticking by us this summer, it's been amazing."

"Yeah, we get calls and emails, and everyone is just so happy that you're doing good, man. They're telling me I gotta wrap this up, so thanks for stopping by, Willa. Never a dull moment. And AJ, it was great to hear from you, man. Great to have you back, and keep watching!"

"Will do, bro. Gotta go!" He sang the last part like from The Call and clicked off the phone.

Jeremy was pounding on the door as I scrambled for my guitar case. AJ had written his number in there, hadn't he? My knight in shining fucking armor.

"Rachel! Rachel… I know you're fuckin' watching, open the door!" Jeremy bellowed.

I rolled my eyes and James got off the bed slowly, giggling at me, "You're in so much trouble."

"What the fuck did I do?" I shot back. "Besides get fucking dissed on national fucking television? How is this my fault?"

AJ answered on the second ring. "Rachel!" he exclaimed. "Imagine my surprise!"

I smiled. God, I loved AJ. I glanced at the TV in time to see JC's pretty face on the screen. N*Sync at number one again. Ha!

"Isn't JC pretty?" I cooed into the phone, and AJ laughed.

"I'm not fuckin' repeating that, okay? He might put his hand through a window or something."

I giggled, and then I could hear Nick's voice in the background, asking AJ to hand him the phone. "If he wants to talk to me so bad, tell the coward he could fucking answer his fucking phone! You're my knight in shining armor, Aje… defending my honor against that psycho beast!"

"Dude, she says she loves me now, I'm her knight in shining armor, and she's dumping you for that hot one in O-Town. Right, Rache?"

"There is no hot one in O-Town, AJ! I said N*Sync," I laughed.

James finally let Jeremy in, and he was standing in front of me, his face beet red. "Shit," I mumbled into the phone, "Just a sec, AJ."

I put my hand over the phone, "Jeremy, you're gonna give yourself a fuckin' heart attack."

"Rachel, this is not funny! You can't just laugh this one off. Look at what the fuckin' boyfriend has done to our fuckin' credibility on national fuckin' TV."

I tried really hard not to laugh, "Umm… I think you're setting a record here for the most innovative use of the word 'fuck' in a sentence, J. And if you hadn't noticed, that wasn't my boyfriend. That was his skanky, opportunistic ex-girlfriend, who from all accounts no one - least of all Nick - can control. So chill."

I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him, concentrating on what AJ was saying. I interrupted him, "What's all that commotion on your end?"

"Oh… that's Kevin trying to strangle me. But Frank is keeping him at bay. I think Brian's praying for my soul in the corner. I'm not good at that 'turn the other cheek' rule."

"Right. Blah blah BLAH whine whine WHINE! To be fair, I guess it's not his fault, right? She's just a 'ho. Put him on the phone."

"Hey baby…" I heard Nick's pathetic little voice, and it made my heart melt. This wasn't his fault, but Jeremy was going to kill me soon... I tried to keep my wits about me.

"COWARD!" I yelled. "What, did you sit there contemplating whether or not you wanted to hear me yelling at you?"

"Yeah," he admitted, using his 'duh' voice. He knew it made me smile, "I'm sorry, Rache. But I can't control her."

"Well, you owe me one ugly ass but loaded with all amenities tour bus. Pronto! We'll make arrangements for Steve to pick it up." That was our standard bet… we never had a bet on Willa dissing me on national TV, but whatever.

I could tell he was smiling and maybe even a bit relieved, "Then what will I use for the rest of the tour?"

"Not my problem, little man. Bunk with Howie for all I care. I won the bet. You are so busted!" I whined in my best Nick imitation.

"But if I bunk with Howie, baby, we won't be able to be alone anymore," he answered me, his voice dropping into that low tone I loved so much.

"Why do we need to be alone, Nicky?" I cooed back, making him laugh. "If you don't get me that tour bus, you ain't getting any for a while."

Jeremy grabbed my shoulder, turning me around to face him, and I fell back on the bed, "Rachel, stop flirting with your boyfriend. We have a serious problem here, and it's his fucking fault. I will not let you and the pop star ruin our reputation!"

Lola ran into the room, completely out of breath, "What the hell happened? Amber's paged me like 10 times in the last 15 minutes!"

"Willa dissed me on national fuckin' TV. Think that will help record sales?" I directed the last comment in Jeremy's direction and he glared at me.

I was tired of hearing Jeremy ragging on Nick and our 'artistic integrity.' I narrowed my eyes and stood up, practically knocking him over, "We are a fucking pop band, Jeremy. We aren't destroying the fabric of the music industry, for Christ's sake! If we fuckin' play our cards right the royalties from this single will buy you a new house and put your future kids through fuckin' college, if you can find a woman who will take your fuckin' attitude for that long! So back off, get out of my room and more importantly, get out of my relationship with Nick!"

He stood there staring at me, and I could tell he was trying to put together a comeback. I held up my hand, pushing on his chest so he stumbled backwards, "I mean it, OUT!"

Lola's pager went off again, and she looked up at me. I held up a hand to her. "I don't know. See what she wants. She's probably already got us booked on the fuckin' Today Show or something to capitalize…"

"TRL," Nick's voice shocked me. I'd forgotten he was still on the phone.

"What?"

"TRL. She'll put you on TRL as soon as they have an opening. Make sure you perform, though, that way Carson can't get you to say something you'll regret later."

He was so matter-of-fact. There were times when I forgot he'd been doing this for so long. He acted like none of it mattered, but in reality he took it all very seriously. I smiled even though he couldn't see me, "Maybe I want to say something I'll regret. I wanna be bad, too!"

He groaned in my ear. Not that sexy groan I liked hearing there, but that 'oh no, not again' groan that I got when I was teasing him and wouldn't let him squirm out of something. I laughed.

My head was still reeling from listening to her rail on Jeremy and defend me. She was defending me? I thought I'd always be second to her band. I mean, that was only natural, right? If I had to choose between Rachel and Backstreet, what would I do? Throw a lifetime of hard work away for a girl?

I didn't want to think about that. She'd never make me choose, would she? Not like Mandy. She made me choose all the time, and if I didn't choose her, there would be hell to pay. No, Rachel wouldn't ask me to choose. It dawned on me that for that reason alone, I would probably choose her.

I looked around the room. Kevin was still yelling at AJ, and Howie had appeared out of nowhere, sipping his coffee and defending Rachel's honor with him. Did they actually like her? I knew AJ did, but the others? They just thought she was a distraction. They knew she wasn't going to stay around. Sure, she'd said she loved me. But that was just for the moment, right? No girl in her right mind was going to put up with my schedule and commitments, let alone the Mandy Factor.

My phone rang, and we all stared at it for a moment. I looked at Brian, and he threw it to me. The number on the caller ID was as familiar as my own.

"Fuckin' Mandy!" I groaned. "Why's she calling me?"

"Willa?!" Rachel breathed into the phone. Shit, she was done yelling at Jeremy and talking to Lola about TRL and was listening to me again.

"Ummm… yeah, baby. She's calling me. I should…"

Brian saved me, though. I knew better than to try to avoid Mandy. Avoiding her wouldn't make her go away. No way in hell I was gonna be that lucky. Besides, my automatic response to her after three years was to placate her and smooth things over.

Brian took the phone and answered it before I could stop him.

"Brian's got it," I reported back to Rachel. "I can't deal with her now. I might say something I'll regret."

"Lord forbid you be honest with her, Nick." Rachel replied sarcastically. Was she mad at me again?

Brian's loud voice interrupted our pending argument. Brian never yelled. We all stopped talking and turned to listen in.

"Just how are you going to 'ruin' us Mandy? What could you possibly have to say that will make us look bad and you look good? Nick has never breathed a bad word about you to anyone, whereas you are using this 15 minutes of fame to bad mouth him every chance you get."

His face was starting to turn red, and he looked up at Kevin. I don't think Kevin was even breathing, but he wouldn't tell Brian to stop. No, if Brian was pissed, it meant that things had finally gotten out of control.

"Stop it! Just stop. You and Nick are over. Finished. And you will never get back together, if for no other reason than we won't let him do that again. For three years we turned the other cheek and watched you manipulate him and treat him like shit, and that's over now. Bringing Rachel into the mix has just upped the stakes, Mandy. Keep doing it, and we'll start answering all those questions we get about you in every interview. We'll let Nick loose to talk about how you isolated him from his family and forced him to get you your first recording contract, whether it's the truth or not. How do you think that will affect your brilliant career? You saw the sympathy for us on TRL last month, shall we get a tearful Nick in front of the MTV cameras telling the world the truth about your relationship?"

Brian pulled the phone away from his ear, and we could all hear her screaming at him. He took a deep breath and said calmly into the phone, "Mandy, this conversation is over. Do it again, and you won't have a career at the end of the day. Mark our words."

He turned off my phone and threw it at me, "Bitch."

"Was that Brian?" Rachel's awestruck voice was in my ear again. "Christian fuckin' Brian was yelling at Willa? Did he just call her a bitch? Nick! Answer me!"

I laughed, and the others joined me. There were high-fives all around, and even Kevin smiled, shaking his head slowly.

"Yeah, baby… that was Brian. I think the fellas like you a little bit." I replied. "Look, let me call you back. You deal with Jeremy, and I'll see if Kevin is still intent on strangling AJ."

I hung up the phone and handed it back to AJ, my head still spinning.

"That woman is such a bitch, Nick," Brian said, shaking his head. "Really, I didn't think she could surprise me, after all I've seen her do, but that was just unbelievable."

"What did she say?" Howie wondered, and Brian shrugged.

"She's gonna ruin us. Somehow. Does she have naked pictures or something, Nicky?"

"No!" I yelled.

Right? She… no. No pictures. That was Rachel, a couple of weeks ago… I needed to ask her if she ever got those developed.

"Hell, that might do us some good!" AJ joked.

"She's got some letters," I admitted.

"What kind of letters?" Kevin demanded, but Howie answered before I could.

"Love letters, probably. What, you never wrote Kristen a letter from the road, Kevy?"

Brian snickered. "Or Jana. I bet she has all your notes from high school, doesn't she?" he teased.

"Let's go ask her!" AJ said, taking off, and Kevin followed in hot pursuit. That was probably his plan. Well, that, and the opportunity to tease Kevin yet again about his high school girlfriend showing up in the middle of our tour.

At least Kevin's ex was nice. Jana was sweet, even when she was torturing us with new dance steps. My ex was fucking evil.

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