Kevin turned his head away as Nick sat across from him. Looking down Nick muttered, "What do you want Kev?" His voice was cold.
Kevin shuttered, and then again as Nick looked up. His blue eyes, icy and filled with hate, shot through him. Nick's eyes told how he was feeling, they danced when he was happy, and paled when he was depressed. Kevin thought that he'd seen every aspect of Nick's mood changing eyes. But he didn't. There was one that Nick saved for only people he was beyond angry with. Nick's eyes, so blue and haunting, gave Kevin, that exact stare. It frightened him. No one had ever looked at him like that ever.
AJ, Brian, and Howie remained silent. Petrified themselves at the way Nick was staring. It was as if an evil slipped inside him and took over. That evil, was Kevin's rage. AJ stepped up and put his hands on Nick's shoulders, to calm him down and as if to protect him from Kevin. He stared hard at Kevin, as if trying to ward him away.
Kevin, not knowing what else to do, blocked Nick's eyes from his mind and apologized, "Look, Nick, I'm really sorry about before, I got out of hand. I don't know, it's just...this whole thing is making me crazy, and I shouldn't have lashed out on you. It was wrong. And I'm sorry. And if you don't forgive me, I understand..." He studied Nick's face for an answer, a bruise where he slapped him took place on Nick's once smooth and white skin. Kevin winced at the sight of it. "Forgive me?"
Nick sighed and looked away, not sure of what he should do. The evil had left his eyes. Kevin was grateful for that. "Fine. But I'm not promising you that I will forget. Now why did you wake us all up?" He demanded. AJ, knowing that now, Nick was calmer and safe, took his hands off his shoulder's and stepped back.
Kevin smiled and eloped Nick in a bear hug lifting him off the chair.
"Kev, your cutting off my circulation, please stop." Kevin released his grip on Nick and looked a bit sheepish, "You never answered my question." Nick said settling down into his chair once again.
Kevin nodded and replied, "I was on the phone with 'The crazy lady'" He gave a side glance at Brian who had been referring to the old women as 'Crazy lady.' "And she told me, in order to rid the house of Andrew, he has to finish his concert, you know, the one he died in while performing. Anyway, she didn't tell me how, But I have a pretty good idea of it. But I still need your guys' intake on this. Okay?"
"How do you plan on doing this?" Howie answered in a monotone voice. Even his once soft face was as hard and cold as his voice.
"Nick has to play it" Everyone immediately looked at Nick for his reaction. But no expression crossed his face. "Nick? You go?"
Nick bite his lip and thought for a moment. "What do I have to do?"
"Learn his concert pieces." AJ leaned forward, "Correct Kevin?"
"Yes."
"But wait," Nick said, "exactly What ARE the concert pieces?"
Kevin shrugged, not knowing the answer. "I didn't plan that far yet."
"Well, Nicky Gene, That's why God made libraries." Brian said smugly but was only joking with Nick.
"Then it's set, we're all up early tomorrow to go to the library. Set your alarms for nine thirty. Get it? Got it? Good!" Howie leaned against the counter.
AJ opened his mouth to protest but Howie shot him a warning glare and he shut it.
"I'm going back bed. G'night.." Howie walked tiredly out of the kitchen, clearly ending the conversation.
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"Gooood Morning Orlando! It's nine thirty A.M. onnnnnn the dot! I'm Mickey Mic! On your radio! And this next song is for all the ladies out there! It was their fifth hit in the US, heres the Backstreet Boys with, All I have to give." AJ rolled over and tried to slap his alarm off just as Nick's voice flooded through the radio.
"I don't know, What he does to make you cry, but I'll be there to make you smile." AJ groaned and slapped the snooze button.
He was just about to go back to sleep when Howie bust into the room.
"Uh uh! McLean! I don't think so! WAKE UP! Get your ass out of bed!"
"When the hell did you get here?"
Poking AJ Howie answered, "I knew you wouldn't wake up so I got here early. I was up at eight thirty."
"Aw, C'mon Howie! Lemme sleep!"
"NO! We got work to do! Get up you lazy bum!"
"Why do we have to get up so early!"
"We like to torture you." AJ, giving in, somehow found the willpower to get up. Howie just gave him a warning you-better-get-ready look before leaving the room.
AJ got up and jumped into the shower.
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