Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 35
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

I looked at the store for a minute before opening the door. It looked really… girly. Was I even allowed in there? It looked like the sort of place that didn't let guys inside. But guys had to buy gifts for their girlfriends, right? Even if it was the day after Christmas, I should still be allowed inside.

Leslie had looked up pictures of Paris online and figured out that she shopped at this place, Kitson, all the freaking time. I'd never been to this street in LA, but it looked like a Paris sort of place. There were a couple of other stores that looked promising, too. Which was good, because all I came up with at the freaking mall in Marathon was a little stuffed dog. Paris had a chihuahua named Tinkerbell that she took with her everywhere and dressed up and shit.

I was not buying outfits for the damn dog. I hated little yappy dogs.

So I guess I should enter Kitson. Maybe get her a hot dress to show off her legs. And some jewelry. Girls liked jewelry.

I knew that plastic palm tree earrings would not please Paris Hilton. Something sparkly. Not diamonds. We weren't anywhere near that.

Hell, I didn't even know we were at the stage of buying Christmas presents for each other until she told me she'd gotten me stuff. How much stuff? Was I going overboard with a dress and jewelry? Not enough?

It was never this hard with Rachel. We didn't play the dating games. We just fell in love and I bought her presents whenever I wanted to and she usually liked them. Except for the car I'd bought her after a fight, and she even liked that eventually.

She might not like that now. She had to have figured out that I'd taken it from James' that day after we broke up and now maybe it was ruined again for her. Her loss. It was a fucking Porsche.

I bet Paris would like a Porsche.

No, I was moving on. This whole break was Rachel's idea. She was obviously moving on with that stupid lawyer guy. I'd asked Saffron about him and she wouldn't say anything so it was obvious that it was serious. Otherwise, she'd have told me it was just a publicity stunt or something.

I pushed open the door and the woman behind the counter looked up. "Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?"

I leaned my elbows on the counter next to her, giving her my best smile. "Paris Hilton comes in here a lot, doesn't she?"

She blinked at me and I saw a look of recognition in her eyes. "She's one of our most loyal customers."

"I'm Nick Carter, and we just started dating."

"I know," the woman said with a little smile. "She mentioned you last time she was in before the holidays."

"Did she?"

She was telling people about me? That was pretty cool.

"There was a particular dress that she hoped you'd like."

"Did she buy it? I'm on a mission for Christmas presents."

"She did buy that one, but we just got in a shipment this morning. We haven't even put them out yet. Do you want to come with me?" She led me back to the storeroom.

Dude, I needed to drop Paris' name more often.

Two hours later I was done. I think every shop owner on Robertson Boulevard knew Paris and what she liked. They even wrapped the gifts for me. Which was the least they could do, for the money I'd spent. I was with a girl with expensive tastes. I thought Mandy had liked expensive things, but she was just a girl who had grown up poor and wanted flashy things. Paris had grown up with money, and she knew how to spend it.

My phone rang just as I was putting my bags in my rental car. "Hey, Paris," I said, seeing her name on the display.

"Are you in LA?"

"I am, and I just finished buying you some really cool presents."

"Did you? I can't wait to unwrap them. Why don't you come over here and we'll have Christmas cookies and open presents?"

"That sounds great, baby, but I need to run back to my hotel and get a couple of other things first. See you in an hour? Wait, where do you live?"

She laughed and gave me the address. She was across town from my hotel. "Hour and a half," I said.

"Just come here," she said. "I can't wait to see you. You can get ready to go out here. I bought you some really hot clothes. You can wear one of those outfits tonight. And I'm making dinner."

"You're making dinner?" One of those outfits? How many outfits had she gotten me? I'd gotten her two dresses. And jewelry. And that damn toy that was back at the hotel.

"You sounded so surprised that I was making cookies, I figured I should show off my cooking skills. I make a really great lasagna." Her voice was soft and sweet, and she giggled at the end of every sentence. I wasn't sure if I liked that about her or if it would eventually drive me nuts.

Lasagna? It couldn't be spaghetti and meatballs? Leg of lamb? Sushi? It had to be lasagna?

I knew that was a pretty easy thing to make, and Rachel made lots of other great meals, but… I had really liked her lasagna.

Paris' was probably better. Knowing her tastes, it involved veal or Kobe beef or something else ridiculously expensive.

"That sounds great. All right, I'll head over in a minute. I can give you your other gifts later, okay?"

"We have all the time in the world, Nick. See you soon."

I'd better get her something else. Maybe a purse? Cell phone case? That might be good, and one of these places had some really cute ones.

An hour later I was at her door and found myself nervous for the first time in… years? There were times when I was hesitant with Rachel or unsure, but I was never nervous. Not like this. My heart raced a bit and I looked down at all the brightly wrapped packages in my bags. Would she like them? If she didn't, were we over?

Somehow I felt like this was a test to see if I was good enough. Would I pass? How much money did it take to pass the test?

Before I could contemplate that more - or run for cover - Paris opened the door. Her blonde hair was short and she only had on a little makeup, and I don't think she'd ever looked more beautiful.

"Surprised?" She smiled, pulling on my hand and leading me into her house. "You mentioned that you thought I'd look hot with my hair natural so…" She twirled around, her little skirt rising up and showing off more of her thighs as she spun around in front of me. "Here's the real me."

Reaching out, I touched the ends of her hair and she moved closer to me so she could kiss me. Her lips were pink and soft, tasting faintly like bubble gum or something really sweet. I liked that taste.

"You taste sweet, baby," I whispered against her lips. "And I love the hair. It's hot."

She giggled, moving away from me and looking down at the packages. "For me? Oh Nick… you didn't need to do all of this."

"Hey! Only the best for my girl."

And like that I knew I was in. She smiled up at me, her blue eyes sparkling as our eyes met and I suddenly felt… comfortable. She showed me around her apartment and it was just like any LA apartment. Nothing was diamond and gold-encrusted. Paris was just like any normal girl, really. What had I been so worried about?

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