Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 37

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 37
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

“What is this?” Paris asked, shaking a magazine at me as I walked in the door.

“Nice to see you, too, princess. How was your day? Where should we go for dinner tonight? I’m starving.” I set my guitar case down by the door and went over to kiss her, but she ignored me. Instead she held out the magazine.

I took the magazine from her and looked at the page she had it folded to. Pictures of me and AJ at lunch. Some caption about ‘Backstreet’s Back.’ We never should have done that song. It would be the basis of bad headlines for the rest of our lives. Just like Britney and “Oops, I Did It Again.”

Note to self: check all song titles for possible lame ass future headlines.

“Help Me” could have been bad, but no one ever heard it, so not a problem.

“Why were you at lunch with AJ?” Paris demanded, and I looked at her over the top of the magazine.

“Because he’s my friend, and he called off his wedding a couple of weeks ago. I never got to talk to him about it.” What did she expect? That I would never see my friends because I was dating her?

“Bullshit,” she screamed.

I tossed the magazine aside. “What the fuck is your problem? You’re the one who invited him to my birthday dinner last week!”

Why was she freaking out about this? I thought I’d figured out what pissed her off by now. Talking to other girls that she thought were pretty was at the top of the list. Anna was fine, because Paris thought she was fat.

But I wasn’t allowed to have lunch with AJ? That was just weird.

“He was just with Rachel in New York! Is he getting the two of you back together?” she accused, her eyes narrowing as she stood up to me.

Where the hell did that come from?

And that was so far from the truth… I didn’t think that AJ wanted me back with Rachel at all. He wanted her for himself.

“Where do you get your information? Seriously. Why do you know that? If you knew that, how did you not know that I had lunch with him the other day?”

“Because no one else is as smart as me. No one else put it all together, AJ in New York with Rachel, then having lunch with you.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. She really did think she was smart sometimes. I had learned a long time ago that if I thought I was doing something smart, then everyone had figured it out already. I accepted that I was not smart. Paris hadn’t learned that lesson yet.

I pulled her into my arms, and she pouted up at me. “I think it’s really cute that you’re worried about Rachel.”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

I kissed her because it was easier than my first reaction, which was to tell her she should be terrified of Rachel. Instead I took the easy way out. I’d had a long day and I didn’t want to fight with my girlfriend. “I don’t need anyone else but you, princess. I just had lunch with AJ because he’s my friend.”

She looked up at me, trying to decide if she should keep pouting or not. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There wasn’t anything to tell. We just had lunch.”

And he told me that he hates you. I knew if I’d told her about lunch, she’d want to know everything he said, and I didn’t want to have to avoid that.

She leaned her head against my chest. She had her extensions in. That meant we were going out tonight. As long as we had dinner first, that was okay with me.

I’d been in LA for a month or so now, and hadn’t been to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles yet. Maybe we… no. Paris Hilton would not go to Roscoe’s. She had a thing for In ‘n Out burgers, but Roscoe’s would be beneath her.

“What did he say about Rachel?” she asked, her little girl voice back as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Nothing, Paris. We didn’t really talk about her.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. We didn’t really talk about Rachel. We both avoided talking about her.

Had I obsessed over exactly why he didn’t want to talk about Rachel? Maybe. But Paris didn’t need to know that.

Because now I knew I had to break up with her before I saw Rachel. The sooner the better. Then I could say that it was just a fling, and it didn’t mean anything. Then Rachel might forgive me. She’d been the one that created the “rules,” after all. And if she was allowed to date Justin Timberlake, then I was certainly allowed a month or so with Paris Hilton.

But Paris was so pretty, and sweet, and cute when she was jealous of Rachel. It was so easy to make her happy and then we would go out and party and have fun. And when I was having fun with her I didn’t obsess about Rachel so much.

“Really?” she asked, still not looking up. “You didn’t talk about Rachel?”

“Really. We talked about AJ and the wedding, and my tour and stuff. Just guy stuff. Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner. I had no idea it would upset you.”

She looked up, wrapping her arms around my neck. “It’s okay. Sorry I freaked out. Sometimes it’s so hard for me to believe that you love me. Everyone else in my life needs something from me, Nick, but not you. You love me for me.”

My heart twisted at her words and the sincere look on her face. I didn’t want to hurt her, not really. If we’d met before I knew Rachel, she might have been my perfect woman. To stop the pain in my heart, I leaned down and kissed her. Maybe we could have sex instead of dinner. That was a good trade off. She probably had some coke somewhere, and then we wouldn’t need to eat.

I tried to slip my hands under her shirt, but she stepped away from me, shaking her head. “Not now, Nicky. We need to get dressed to go out. We’re all meeting up at Nicole’s at nine.”

I glanced at the clock, and reached for her again. “That’s like two hours from now. We have plenty of time.”

She laughed, heading back towards her bedroom. “I don’t even know what I’m wearing yet. Come on, we’ll do a fashion show.”

Great. Only in Paris Hilton’s world was a fashion show better than sex.

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