Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 34

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 34
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

11.01.02 - Columbus, OH (Airport)

Why can't you get a decent cup of tea in America, Nick? I know, it's a complete non-sequitur but about once a week, I attempt to have tea and am always horribly disappointed. It makes me long to go back to London. Before it all went horribly wrong with Damon, I really liked being in London.

You don't want to hear about Damon, do you? I don't really want to think about him. But I find myself rehashing every past relationship. My crush on James in the fourth grade is even coming under close scrutiny. I might be losing my mind. Officially.

I know I did this… but it doesn't make it any easier. You have to know that, Nick. I don't know what you're doing. How you're handling this… but I'm not doing very well. Interviewers keep asking me about you and I try not to say anything, but it's hard. When I read stuff in the papers about you and groupies or other women or Paris freaking Hilton… I try hard not to be jealous. I know I'm not allowed.

I don't know what I'll do if at the end of six months we decide being apart was better than being together. I guess that would be my fault, huh? I'm the one that forced this.

I can't go on with this. Not sitting here in public with people milling around, staring at the freak writing in a notebook and sipping really horrible American tea. Let's see…

Today it's an airport in Columbus. Ohio. Two fucking hour lay over to get to New York for some chat show. I think it's how they trap people into coming to their city, actually. Maybe they have a good success rate with weary travelers giving up on their late planes and just putting down roots.

Maybe that's what I should do with my remaining time on this break. Maybe I should rent a house here in Columbus and get a job at Wal-Mart. I could do that. How hard can running a cash register be? I could be the woman in a yellow smock that says hello and gives you your cart when you come in. Think the yellow would wash me out too much?

Sorry… I just laughed out loud. People were staring. They already wonder who the freak is who's nursing a cup of tea and fervently writing in her notebook.

I almost want someone to ask me. Do I look like a rock star? Probably not.

You always do. You've got the magical pop star aura that surrounds you. Justin does, too. When we were touring with them he couldn't go anywhere without being mobbed. Didn't matter if he was dressed in the grungiest clothes. The girls… they just knew it was him. Me? I fly under the radar screen most of the time. See? I could be the Wal-Mart greeter. My fans probably wouldn't even recognize me.

Damn, I cracked myself up again!

-- 10 minutes later --

So James didn't think my Wal-Mart plan would work, either. And I quote, "The leather pants would so not go with the smock, Rache."

Gotta love James.

He's such a rock star now. He and the boy toy are so cute together with their leather jackets and cool hair. I even think boy toy has started dressing better. He's still hot as fuck. Even if he has picked the other team. I can just hear the little girls' hearts breaking when the news comes out. It's only a matter of time, Nick. I see the way they look at each other.

I know that look. It's the way I look at you. Looked. Whatever.

Will I ever get to look at you like that again? I mean, and have you return it?

I probably don't deserve that now, do I?

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