Stockholm for less than a week - Chapter 1
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© Malin
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Nick was walking down the corridor at the hotel where he was staying. He needed some time to clear his mind and since all the crazy fans were outside he didn't want to go out. So he decided that he could explore the hotel, but he made sure to stay away from the lobby. After a while he saw a door that was slightly opened, he was a bit curious so he went a bit closer to take a peek. Then he heard someone sobbing. He looked in and saw a girl sitting at the edge of the bed crying. He felt sorry for her so he knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" a week voice answered.
"Are you OK?" He opened the door so she could see him.
"Yeah.."
"You don't look too well"
"Well, it's not your problem if I am or not. Why do you even care, you don't know me." With that she hid her face in her hands.
"Sorry, my name is Nick Carter..." he said a bit awkward.
"I know, I'm Jennifer." Nick could see the beginning of a smile on her lips.
"So...Jennifer, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, why do you care? She asked a bit annoyed, since it, in a way, was his fault that she was crying.
"Come on, you can tell me, I won't tell anyone..."
"Actually I can't"
"Why not?"
"It's nothing big and it would be too embarrassing, you should go and talk to your fans or do something useful instead of sitting here with pathetic little me, I'll be fine, I just need to cry that's all."
"I don't wanna talk to my fans or anything, I was taking a walk to calm down from a fight with a fan who said...." He faded off.
"Forget what she said, the important thing is to make you feel better..."
"What if I don't wanna feel better?"
"Then it's your problem, what ever reason you are crying for, it can't be something worth crying..."
"How would you know, you don't even know me!"
"Well I want to get to know you, can't you come and have a coke with me? Please."
"I don't know..."
"C'm on" He could see that she was a bit more willing.
"Well ok, let me just fresh up a bit."
As she moved around he watched her, she wasn't like other girls, she was more mature. In a way all girls who didn't scream when they heard his name was mature to him.
"How old are you?" he blurted out in the silent air..
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, I was just wondering how old you were."
"I'm 18, why?"
"Just wondering..."
Nick stood there wondering if she had any idea who he was, why didn't she react like all other girls. The reactions he got were always the same, either he was called a fag or they said that they loved him. This girl did non-of the above.
"Earth to Nick!! Are we ready to leave or are you going to stand there forever?!"
"Oh sorry! I didn't realize that you were ready!
"Well come on then before I get back to crying!"
She seemed a lot happier now. 'Wonder why?' he thought 'And why had she been crying?'