Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 18

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

James and I were like children, I swear. We ran around Nick's tour bus like we'd never seen one before. Hell, I'd been on Nick's bus before, but all we'd ever done was lock ourselves in the back room and fuck. We had guests now, so James and I had to check everything out. The TV and DVD collection. The video games. The leather couch. The kitchen. James found the alcohol and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels with a cackle, searching for shot glasses. "Nothing like a little alcohol to make the ride seem shorter."

I was all for that. Five hours, even in a deluxe tour bus could, be a long time. Especially when Nick and I wouldn't be having sex. "We need snacks!" I asserted, opening all the cabinets. Dude, Nick needed Darien to stock his bus better.

Nick kissed my cheek, reaching over me to find the shot glasses for James. "There's got to be something in the fridge, go check." I did, coming up with fruit and carrot sticks.

"What kind of pissant tour bus is this? Where's the Cheetos? I need chocolate!"

Nick downed a shot and shrugged at me. "Chocolate Cheetos? Eww! Besides… I'm not allowed to have junk food on the bus."

I could only blink at him for a moment, and then exploded. "I thought that was a Lou rule! There's still no snack food in the Boys' dressing room? You can get a bottle of Jack, but no Cheetos? Oh, this is fucking bogus. I mean, hell, you're already fat, we can have some goddamn Cheetos!"

Nick pouted at me and yelled in his best Cartman voice, "I'm not fat, I'm just big boned!" which cracked James up. Or maybe that was the shot he'd just done. I needed to catch up.

"Frank, we are stopping this bloody thing at the first convenience store. Where the hell are we? Are we out of the city yet?"

Frank looked up at me from his seat with one of his long-suffering sighs. "Can't you two just have sex and let a man get some rest?"

"Then what will I do?" James whined.

"That's why we bought the video games this morning, dude," Nick teased, making James pout even more.

"We'll play with you, James," I comforted. "We'll teach Frank how to play Pounce. But first we need junk food!"

"What the hell is Pounce?" Frank asked suspiciously, and James looked around.

"It's sorta like four person solitaire. Do we have any cards?"

I let the boys go on the mad hunt for cards and went up to confer with Geoff, the driver, about when we could stop for provisions. It would probably be half an hour or so until we'd hit a rest stop, plenty of time to teach Frank the basics of Pounce. When I got back to the boys, Frank and James were already playing a hand. Nick pulled me into his arms when I shot him a questioning look. "I only have two decks."

James didn't even look up from play. "We'll buy two more when we get to the rest stop. Do a shot, Rache. You're behind."

Fucking doubtful. I'd already had too much to drink at the show. A Backstreet show fucking rocked when you were just a little drunk, James and I had discovered. But I still dutifully poured myself a shot and downed it. "I hate playing with new cards. They're all stiff and hard to play with."

Somehow this cracked my boyfriend up. He could be so juvenile sometimes.

"You have a dirty mind, Nickolas." I pointed at him accusingly with my shot glass, and he took it out of my hand, still giggling.

"It's why you love me, babe. Isn't it more fun to play with it when it's all stiff?"

That made James and Frank groan, even as they were slapping cards down at each other. "Do another shot, little man," Frank deadpanned. "It might make you funnier."

James shook his head. "No, we should all do more, then we'll just think he's funnier."

"Shut up!" Nick whined, pouring himself another and drinking it quickly.

"Pounce sucks with two people!" James complained, flipping through his cards again.

"I might have more cards in my bedroom. Let's look, Rache," Nick offered, and I was back there with him, with the door shut, before I could blink.

"You have until we stop for junk food!" James yelled after us. "Then I expect you to entertain me!"

I tried to giggle, but Nick silenced me with a kiss, pressing his hips into mine. Yeah, we should be out there playing with the others, but this felt so good… I loved it when he kissed me like this, like he couldn't get close enough to me. "I think I'm too drunk to do anything about that, sweetie," I whispered when he let me breathe.

"You cannot be drunk off one shot, Rache," he complained, and I grinned, backing him towards the bed.

"I had lots to drink at the show. That wasn't just water in that bottle." He fell on the bed when his knees hit it, and I crawled on top of him, running my fingers through his hair. "You rock so fucking hard when I'm drunk. You rock pretty fucking hard anyway, but tonight was fucking amazing."

All right, sex would have been good, but I loved Rachel when she was drunk. Especially when she was telling me how great I was. She leaned down, kissing me, and I slid my hands down her back, cupping her ass and pushing her against my erection.

"God fucking damn, the end of the set, when all of you are in those great outfits, and you do all the rocking numbers that I like… shit, I could be in the middle of a Backstreet sandwich."

"Hey!" I whined, rolling her over. "A sandwich? What, I'm not enough man for you, baby?"

She giggled up at me, wrapping a leg around my waist. "Of course, bunny. But… Kevin and that hair… shit. He is a fucking fine specimen of manhood. He moves like liquid on stage, I can only imagine him in bed."

Groaning, I collapsed next to her. "Not Kevin..."

"Oh, baby, he is hot. With four 't's, James said. That's a lot of fucking 't's, isn't it? I think JC was jealous."

"What? JC?" Man, was she gonna tell me how hotttt he was now?

"James was text messaging him during the show. If that doesn't end this little fling, nothing will. James was telling how much you guys rocked and how hotttttt Kevy is."

Okay, that cracked me up. My girlfriend's best friend was telling a member of N*Sync how great we were. That was just sweet. Grinning, she straddled my hips again.

"Then I stole the phone and told him that you looked like a blond god in that long coat. And AJ wasn't bad, either."

"AJ?" I shrieked. Might have actually been a squeal. They'd made me get too drunk. It was just starting to hit my system, and I could feel my limbs turning into rubber, everything going dizzy. Still, I wasn't too drunk to fool around with my girlfriend.

"AJ is fine," she asserted. "I want to lick his six-pack."

"Ew! You have to stop this! You're freaking me out now!"

But she grinned evilly, bending down to lick my neck, nibbling at my earlobe. "Oh, let a girl dream, baby. Note I haven't said anything about Howie or Brian."

"Thank god!"

"Although I like Howie's new haircut…"

That was it. I kissed her to shut her up, rolling her over again. Finding her arms, I held them above her head. "Got you trapped now."

"I could yell and James would come save me."

"The door's locked." Right? I couldn't remember. I caught her squinting at the door, trying to tell if it was locked, so I kissed her again, liking the way she slid her tongue inside my mouth, leaning up to devour me. I fell next to her, pulling her leg over my hip so that she was open to me, and she pressed herself up against my body, moving away from my lips to nuzzle my neck.

"I've got that numb lips thing going on here, Nick."

Grinning, I slid my hand under her shirt, feeling her nipple harden under my touch. "That was fun." Yeah, there was once an amazing blowjob when she told me she couldn't feel her lips, she was so drunk.

"I don't think we want to take any chances in a moving vehicle."

"Good point," I agreed, moving my hand to unbutton her shirt. "But my lips are just fine."

"Thank god. Because I have wanted you all night. You are so fucking hot on stage, I considered ravishing you during one of your costume changes."

"Funny. I tried to grab you during the long one, but Kevin stopped me." Her shirt was open, and I bent my head, finding her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.

"Fucking Kevin. I hate him."

I stopped what I was doing, looking up at her. "Can we stop talking about the other members of my group now?"

She ran her fingers through my hair, grinning. "Keep doing what you were doing."

"Can you feel it?" I teased, kissing her stomach. "Or is everything numb?"

She squealed when I ran my tongue around her bellybutton, licking her tattoo. I'd wanted to do this all night, watching her as she screamed for me during the show. Thousands of screaming girls were nice, but right now, I just wanted one screaming for me.

"That is definitely not numb," she told me, wiggling against the bed.

"How about these lips?" I wondered, unbuttoning her jeans, and she laughed.

"I think those lips are fine. What about you? Is it stiff? Can I play with it?"

"Anytime, darling," I crooned, making her giggle even more.

"This is dialogue from a very bad porn movie, Nicky."

I pulled at her jeans, and she lifted her hips off the bed, helping me. "How do you know? I thought you didn't watch those movies."

"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes, reaching over to tug at my jeans, fumbling at the zipper with a frustrated pout. "You've seen one, you've seen 'em all. My fingers don't work, you do it!"

She so cracked me up, and I didn't need any encouragement to shrug out of my clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking through the pockets of my discarded pants for a condom, but she kneeled next to me, tracing the tattoos on my back with her tongue. "Shit, Rache," I whispered, leaning forward to give her more access.

"These tattoos drive the fans crazy, you know," she told me, biting my shoulder. "They fight over what each one is. But I know. Because you're only naked for me, aren't you?" I just nodded, dizzy from the feel of her mouth against my skin. "The fairy princesses don't get to see you naked, do they?"

Shit. Just when I thought we were good, that we were over that… I turned, cupping her face in my hands. "No. I only love Princess Buttercup."

She smiled, her eyes just a little bit sad. "I know. I'm being silly."

"I love you silly, Rache. I love it when you're drunk and loopy." I started to go on, but she kissed me before I could say anything else, pulling me on top of her as she lay on the bed.

"Then fuck me before I'm too drunk to enjoy it."

"Before we get snacks, you mean," I teased, ripping open the condom I'd found and rolling it on.

"That too," she agreed, reaching down to guide me inside her. "Very stiff and fun to play with."

I sank inside her, shuddering slightly at how good it felt. She groaned and raised her knees, pulling me in deeper. "See, I told you it was more fun when it was stiff."

Giggling, she pushed at my shoulders weakly. "We've beaten that joke into the ground now."

"Thank god." I captured her lips in mine, moving inside her, and she met my thrusts, raising her hips. We forgot about the stupid jokes as we moved together, meeting one another's eyes. I had to move faster, feel more of her, and she moaned loudly, throwing her head back.

"God, Nick, you feel so fucking good…" she sighed, raking her nails down my back.

"Shh, baby, there are other people on the bus."

"I hate other people," she whined, wrapping her legs around my waist. "They're always messing up my fun."

Tell me about it. Instead I kissed her, trying to muffle her cries against me. I loved the sounds she made during sex, the moans and the sighs and things she'd say to make me move faster. I didn't want to be quiet. I wanted to be up at her house on the Point, where there was nobody around and we could both scream all we wanted.

She rolled me over on my back, sitting above me and I let her. God, I loved this, I loved to watch her face when I slipped my hand between her legs, finding her clit. Biting her lip, she moved harder against me, then leaned down, the shirt she was somehow still wearing falling around us. "I should not be able to come when I'm this drunk, Nicky."

"Really?" I asked, circling my thumb slowly around her clit, smiling as she shuddered.

"But I get so fucking hot watching you perform it's a wonder I've lasted this long."

Grinning, I kissed her. "You have to stop talking like that, or I'll be a mess tomorrow. All I'll be able to think about is you."

"Good. I like it that way."

Bending my knees, I pushed her away, and she grinned, bracing herself as I thrust up against her. She reached down, pinching her nipples as I continued stroking her, and it only took a moment before she swallowed a scream, shuddering above me. The look on her face sent me over the edge, and I pulled her back down, settling us both against the bed as we caught our breath.

"Food in five minutes!" Frank bellowed, and we both jumped a little. Damnit, food seemed like a really good idea a few minutes ago.

Or maybe I was starving. I usually had a sandwich or something after the show, but I skipped that tonight, hoping to get Rachel alone. That had taken a bit longer than I expected, but it was worth the wait. Grinning, I kissed her. "What?" she asked, when I let her go.

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I'm just hungry."

"We should probably be dressed, if we're leaving the bed," she said seriously, and I had to laugh.

"Good point." Reluctantly, I rolled away from her, reaching for my clothes.

"Whoa…" she whimpered, and I turned around to find her sitting up. I had to laugh at the confused expression on her face.

"Dizzy?" I wondered, stepping into my boxers, and she nodded, resting her head on her hand.

"Sex and alcohol is an excellent combination, It just makes it a little difficult to stand sometimes."

"If you are not out here in two minutes, Frank and I are buying snacks and not sharing!" James threatened from the front of the bus, and Rachel jumped out of bed, grabbing onto the wall for support.

"He'll buy gross stuff I don't like, too, just to spite me," she grumbled, looking down to button her shirt. "Fuck this," she muttered, pulling it off and finding a T-shirt in my bag.

"Having problems with the buttons, baby?" I teased, heading into the bathroom to wash my face. Like Frank and James didn't already know we'd just had sex back here? Why did I think I had to look presentable?

"Yes. What happened to my pants?"

"They're on the floor somewhere."

"Where all clothes end up in your universe, yes…" But she was smiling when she joined me in the tiny bathroom, ducking in front of me to use the mirror. "Trying to erase the evidence?"

She knew me too well. "Think they'll believe we were just back here looking for cards?"

"Highly doubtful, bunny." She scowled at herself in the mirror. "Fuck it. I want snacks." Taking my hand, she pulled me to the front of the bus. "We're here!" she called out. "We still get snacks."

James turned from looking out the window. "Hell. Do a shot as penance for ignoring me to have sex with your hot boyfriend."

"Is that with four 't's?" I just had to ask. "Please tell me I get more 't's than Kevin."

James didn't even look up from pouring our shots. "No one gets more 't's than Kevin, little man."

Damnit. He'd been hanging out with Frank too long, calling me 'little man' and shit.

Hey. James was gay, Frank was gay, maybe we should get them together… it was better than James with JC. That shit just wasn't right. I mean, it was funny and all, but I didn't want to be that close to N*Sync if I could avoid it.

James caught me giggling when he handed me a shot. "What?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "Nevermind."

"He gets weird when he's drunk," Frank told him. "He cracks himself up."

James with Frank was a horrible idea. Then Frank would tell him all sorts of embarrassing things about me. What was I thinking? I scowled at him and downed my shot. How many was that now? Probably too many for me to repeat that performance back there in the bedroom. Sorta amazing either one of us had managed to do anything, as drunk as we were…

Rachel was staring into the fridge, and I pulled her away. "What are you looking for, buttercup?"

She shrugged, and the door shut as the bus stopped with a jerk. "Stuff. I might need cookie dough."

Cookie dough? Who the hell expected to find cookie dough in my fridge? "Were you doing something besides shots at the show, Rache?"

She looked completely offended at what I was implying. "Why, Nicky, you put on a nice family show. No drugs allowed!"

James snorted, pushing us towards the door of the bus. "Family show, right. The moms wanna see them naked, too, Rache."

"Dude, you should so strip down during that costume change thingie you do onstage," Rachel told me seriously. "That would rock. Hey!" she whined, as the door shut in her face. "Frank can't buy snacks by himself! He's like Darien, I can just tell!"

"He has to make sure it's safe, baby," I told her, and she and James both blinked at me.

"What? Do Backstreet fans camp out at every rest stop in the country, hoping that you'll stop?" James wondered.

"You never know," I answered. Hey, that might be a good idea… then again, we never stopped. It was all about getting from one place to another. We never got to have fun on the way.

Rachel sighed and sat down on the top step. "Can you see, Geoff? Is Frank clearing the store?"

Geoff and James looked out the window, but Rachel leaned her head against my knee and I just smiled down at her. I loved that she was making us stop for snacks. We'd eat and play cards and talk about stupid shit for the rest of the drive, because she made everything more fun. If she wasn't here, Frank would have climbed into his bunk, and I would have laid on my bed and thought of Rachel. This was much better.

"I think he's purchasing vegetables," Geoff deadpanned, and Rachel and James both squealed.

"Oh, I just knew he was a Darien," Rachel complained.

"Remember when he bought those dried soybeans and tried to convince us they were junk food?" James asked her, and she shuddered.

"Cheetos they were not. Never let him loose in Chinatown. He's convinced if he can't understand the labels, it must be good for us."

"Two words. Dried fish," James said, and the rest of us groaned. Ew. "This is why having a real per diem rocks. We can buy our own junk food!"

"Not that you ever do, tight ass," Rachel teased.

"I'm sure that's why JC loves you," I had to say, and James and Rachel both looked at me. "For your tight ass?" Rachel cracked up, but James slugged me.

"Shut up. God, remind me not to get you drunk again."

"Please, James, I have been much more drunk with you before. And I just meant that he's cheap." Yeah, right.

"Is he?" James wondered, looking sincerely interested, but Rachel whacked him.

"Do you not read the pinup magazines I keep buying you? He's cheap. Except for the never wearing the same pair of underwear twice thing."

"Is that true?" I had to ask, and James nodded.

"Yep."

"Did you keep them as a souvenir?" I knew I was going to get whacked, but it had to be asked.

"No! Christ, you are so juvenile."

"You should have kept them, James. You'd make a mint on Ebay."

"What, with a certificate of authenticity? I'd make more for the nekkid pictures of Nicky here."

"It's safe!" Saved by Geoff, thank god. He opened the door, and we stumbled out into the parking lot, greeted by Frank.

"This is going to be an adventure, isn't it?" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Drunk pop stars, let loose on an unsuspecting rest stop."

He was right. I'd never had quite so much fun with snack food. We filled up a basket, yelling across the store at one another, and I was getting drunker and stupider by the second. Perhaps four shots in ten minutes hadn't been a good idea, but it got the job done. "Ice cream! Frank, is there a freezer on the bus?"

"It's small."

"Rache! What kind of ice cream do we need?" What was her favorite flavor? Did I know? Had I forgotten? Did that make me a bad boyfriend?

"Chocolate. Duh!" She was beginning to talk like me. "Do you want pickles on your sandwich, honey?"

"Whatever. What kind of chocolate? Chocolate chip? Chocolate caramel swirl? Chocolate with fudge chunks? Ooh, chocolate peanut butter." I threw that one in the basket, and ignored Frank banging his head on the wall. People told me I got really loud when I was drunk. "Rache! Can I get mint chocolate chip?"

"You can get whatever you want, baby."

Her voice was right next to me, and I jumped. She peered at the ice cream with me. "Cherry Garcia? Chunky Monkey?" She pinched my waist. "Chubby Hubby?"

"I am not fat!" I protested.

"Just big-boned, I know, bunny." She stood on tiptoe to kiss me and I giggled. She was right, I couldn't feel my lips. Neither could she. Who was controlling this kiss? Were we going to end up sliding all over one another? I pulled away from her, and before I could share the joke, we were tackled. James was on top of us, and we were on the floor.

"What the-" Rachel started to protest, but James clapped a hand over her mouth.

"I saw them before Frank did, nyah nyah!" he whispered. "I should be a bodyguard."

Frank rolled his eyes at us. "Because the full body tackle was really fucking discreet."

"No, I just enjoy ruining their fun," James admitted, and Frank smiled at him before he walked away.

"What's going on?" I whined, and Rachel and James both put a hand over my mouth.

"Listen," Rachel hissed, and I leaned back, trying to get away from her hand, but she shook her head. "Has anyone ever told you you're really loud when you're drunk?" I nodded, trying to hear why she wanted me to be quiet.

Oh. Right behind us, three girls, talking about the show. I could see their BSB t-shirts in their reflection in the glass doors of the freezer case.

"I cannot believe we spent hours at their hotel and they've already left!" the little blonde whined. The show hadn't even been over for hours. Had it? What time was it?

The taller brunette examined the candy bars in front of her, shaking her head. "Fucking mob mentality. A million fans standing there on the basis of incorrect information. Kid, I blame you and your useless Internet sources."

The one on the cell phone stuck her tongue out at her. Must be Kid. What kind of name was that? "Well, my useless Internet source on the phone here says that she's trailing a line of four tour buses a few miles up the highway."

The other two exchanged a look. "Four? That's missing one," the blonde said.

Rachel removed her hand from my mouth as Frank motioned us over to him. Wouldn't that be a story if they knew they were five feet away from a Backstreet Boy. They weren't very good fans; they hadn't recognized Frank, who was standing right next to them. Hell, did they miss the tour bus? Well, okay, we did sorta park around back…

"Duh. Blonde much, Jen?" responded the cynical brunette.

"It's Nick. His bus is missing," the one on the phone relayed before her friends got into an argument.

"Oh, screw Nick. He's fat now."

"I am not fat, just big-boned!" Rachel and James cracked up. Shit. Did I say that out loud? I was too drunk to be in public, wasn't I?

"Busted!" Rachel and James cried in unison.

I stood up, smiling at the fans over the racks, and they screamed. Kid dropped her phone, and it landed on top of the candy bars, right next to me, so I picked it up. Holding it to my ear, I heard someone screaming "What? What happened? Kid, are you OK?"

"She's fine. Backstreet sighting at the rest stop. The fat one needs junk food," I said into the phone, trying not to giggle. I don't think I succeeded.

I had to hold the phone away from my ear when the girl on the other end shrieked. Then there was shrieking everywhere and I realized James and Rachel were standing up next to me. "What are you doing here?" the little blonde finally managed and I shrugged.

"Needed provisions." Don't talk too much, Nick. Just what I need, stories about me being chemically enhanced in the convenience store, stocking up on Ho-Ho's. By tomorrow, I'd have a drug habit.

"Dude, he's only got healthy crap on his tour bus. It sucks," James informed them.

The brunette managed to catch her breath and look at him. "I thought you liked the healthy stuff. Doesn't Darien do all your shopping?"

What the fuck? This was freaky, the stuff fans knew about us.

Hey, she didn't recognize my bodyguard, but she knew that Darien shopped for Sudden Silence? Was she not a me fan? Rachel and James went off on Darien's shopping habits, and I looked at the other two girls. They weren't just following Backstreet hoping for a glimpse of Sudden Silence, were they? That would just be weird.

Kid took the phone out of my hand and I laughed. I'd forgotten I was still holding it. Funny, because her friend on the other end was still freaking out, pretty loudly. Kid just stared at me when I smiled at her, and I was vindicated. Yes! A me fan! The bitchy one could like Sudden Silence. She was all smiling at James. Did she not know he was gay? Did she not know he was fucking JC from N*Sync?

Okay, no one was supposed to know that last one. Right. I had to remember that, before I made some stupid joke in front of these girls and they went back and told all their Internet buddies, and then N*Sync would have a hit out on me for telling the entire world that JC was gay.

Hell, they probably already had a hit out on me. I was the cute one!

The blonde sighed and took the phone from her friend. "We are so calling you back, babe. Yeah, I can confirm Rachel and James, Taylor is wigging out. Pull over before you run off the road, okay?" She clicked off the phone and extended a hand to me. "Hi, I'm Jennifer. Great show tonight."

"Thanks."

"Thanks for actually doing it. We couldn't have survived another postponement."

What? Oh, right, was this one of the rescheduled dates? If AJ hadn't gone into rehab, the tour would be over by now, and we wouldn't be dealing with terrorists and schedules and…

Dude, I was way too drunk to get maudlin.

Nick's smile lessened, just a little, but I knew he was thinking that the tour should be over by now. Then he would have been safe at home on the 11th, along with the rest of the crew. James kept talking junk food with our biggest fan, and I took Nick's hand. He squeezed it gratefully, talking to the cute little blonde about the show.

She was very cute. What would be happening if I weren't here?

Nothing, Rachel, get over it. Hell, if I weren't here, Frank never would have let Nick stop to get food. And Nick wouldn't do anything anyway. The other night was just weird terrorist fallout. He loved me, and I trusted him.

The other girl was looking through her purse frantically, chanting something under her breath. I moved closer to her and realized it was 'camera, camera, camera…" She had to be a Nick fan. She couldn't even look at him.

"Nick!" Frank yelled, and I ducked as something came flying at my head. Nick caught it with a laugh and handed it to his fan.

"Here, baby, use this." It was a disposable. Frank was at the counter, paying for our stuff. But the girl didn't take it; she just looked at Nick, transfixed. I mean, he did just call her 'baby.' That sorta made me melt, too.

"You're my favorite," she managed to whisper, and I had to giggle. But Nick was good, smiling at her.

"I know, sweetheart." Ack, 'sweetheart.' Nick, do you want to kill the poor child? "That's why I'm going to wait until you take my picture. But I've got to go, Frank's getting impatient. So let's take the picture, okay?"

It had only been a minute, and we had to go already? I looked over, and Frank had his bad cop face on. Dude, I needed me one of those. A Frank. Not a bad cop face.

The girl just nodded, still staring up at Nick, and her friend sighed, taking the camera from Nick. We posed for pictures and signed some candy bars, and the next thing I knew we were back on the bus, laughing about our run in with fans. "Nicky, honey, did you want to kill that poor girl?" I had to ask him.

He looked at me, perplexed, as he ransacked his kitchen for a spoon. "What girl?"

"What was her name… Kid?"

"Was that her real name?" James wondered, flopping into a seat and shuffling our newly purchased cards. "What kind of name is that?"

I shrugged. "But her. The one that could barely look at you."

"Spoon!" Nick cried, holding it aloft like a trophy. "I knew I had spoons! What did I do to her?" He fell into a seat across from James and reached for the ice cream, but Frank pulled it out of his reach. I so loved it when Nick pouted. He had the most adorable mouth.

"You don't get ice cream until you promise to be quiet."

"I'm being quiet!"

"No, you're not." Even Geoff joined in on that one, making Nick pout even more.

"Rache…" Nick whined, about three decibels above normal. I could tell he thought he was being quiet. "Tell them I can be quiet."

"Then I'd be lying, bunny."

He glared at me for a second, and then grabbed the ice cream out of Frank's hand. "Ha! I got it anyway."

"Great, now he's gonna be drunk and tanked up on sugar," James complained, gathering up the cards that had been messed up in the scuffle for ice cream.

"Send me to my room with Rachel, then. I won't bother you back there."

I sat next to Nick, shaking my head. "You're way too drunk to be useful to me now."

"Hey, I meant to tell you!" Nick said, using his spoon to emphasize his point. We should really be playing cards for money right now, and then we'd clear him out. I loved my drunk boyfriend. "I can't feel my lips!"

It was going to be a long bus ride, wasn't it?

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