~Back with Mercedes~
After collecting the pennies out of the fountain, the three ventured on, wandering around on the streets until they came to a bar.
"Hey! Lets' go in! There may be chicks in there!" A.J. yelled excitedly.
"A.J., first of all, were going home now, and second of all, it is not possible for you to pick up chicks. Although I hear men are more your style these days." Mercedes smirked as she shifted her bag of pennies and began walking again.
Upon reaching the hotel, Mercedes stopped at the entrance and looked at the glorious expanse of architecture that loomed over her. Elegant moldings framed the white walls. Black trim contrasted with the white, making the hotel appear to have an old-fashion look.
'Why did my life turn out like this?' Mercedes wondered, ascending the steps with the two Backstreet Boys in tow. Reaching her room, Mercedes slipped the plastic card into the door and walked in, quickly falling onto the bed and into a dreamless sleep.
Mercedes awoke hours later to the sound of knocking on the door.
"Go away!" Mercedes sleepily moaned as she rolled over and off the bed, hitting the ground with a thud.
"Damn it!" Mercedes yelled as she pulled herself to her feet and trudged to the door. She opened it, and was greeted with a pair of baby blue eyes.
"Hey blondie." Nick pushed past her and into the room, flopping on the adjacent double bed.
"Is there a reason for disturbing my sleep?" Mercedes asked, curling up next to him.
"No, I just wanted to spend some time alone with you."
"Me? Why?"
"I don't know. Even though I haven't known you that long, I think that maybe-" He paused, looking Mercedes in the eyes. "Mabye- Oh God, this is really hard to say. Let me start over." Mercedes, now genuinely interested, lifted he head to meet his gaze and placed a hand on his chest. Expectantly, her eyes told him to continue.
"Ok, even though I don't know you that well, I want your advice. I want to do something special for Michelle, because I think I like her a lot."
Mercedes couldn't hide her disappointment. Turning her face away and rolling on to the other side of the bed, Mercedes silently thought to herself.
' Why am I so disappointed? I don't have feelings for him. He's a greasy blonde who is obsessed with himself and his blowup doll, and now my sister. What? Am I crazy! I wanted to tell her so bad that she is my sister, but now I don't know what's happening. I can't tell her now. And this whole Nick thing, I can't like him. His greasy nappy hair, his humongous ego....his baby blue eyes, his sparkling smile. No, wait. Hold up, hold on! No way! I don't have feelings for him and that's final.'
"Mercedes? Mercedes? Are you ok? You look kinda spacey. What's up?" Nick called over to her.
"Oh, um, nothing. Nothing at all. If you like Michelle, tell her. I don't care." Mercedes voice wavered, and without a second thought, she jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Hmmm...I guess she really had to pee." Nick said to himself as he walked out the door in search of Michelle.
~Michelle~
Buttoning up her pants back up, Michelle was startled by a knock on the door.
Throwing open the door, she saw a shy looking Nick staring back at her.
"Um, hi Michelle." Nick mumbled.
"Come in." Michelle encouraged, right as some fans approached him in the hallway. Stepping inside, Nick surveyed the setting closely. The bed was unfurled, Michelle had a disheveled appearance, and the top button of her pants was still unfastened. Trying not to assume anything, Nick's suspicions were confirmed when Howie came out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers. The three stared at each other in a shocked silence, when Nick finally put two and two together and turned on one heel, trying to exit the room as quickly as possible.
"Hey! Nick! Wait up! What did you want?" Michelle called after him, following him down the hallway. Nick, finally realizing Michelle was following him, picked up his pace, not wanting her to see the tears slowly falling down his cheeks. Hauling ass down the hallway, he finally reached his room he shared with Mercedes, throwing it open and slamming the door in Michelle's face, sending her sailing to the floor.
Meanwhile, Mercedes was camped in the bathroom, just trying to uselessly sort out her feelings. She heard Nick enter the room, quietly sobbing.
'Why is everything suddenly so fucked up?' Mercedes wondered as she opened the bathroom door. Nick quietly sat down on the edge of his bed. Mercedes walked over and sat beside him.
"What happened?" Mercedes asked quietly.
"She....Howie....Oh god!" Nick said as he laid back on the bed.
Mercedes sat uncertainly for a moment before making up her mind. Laying next to him, she stroked his tear stained chest. Mercedes sat strait up as lightbulbs flashed on.
"Oh my god oh my god! I have the perfect girl for you! My sisters friends cousins twice removed baby-sitter! Oh! Lisa would be perfect for you!" Mercedes said as her eyes twinkled.
"Mercedes, will you have sex with me?" Nick asked, sitting up to face her.
"But what about Lisa? She-"
"Please?" Nick asked, pleading with his eyes. Mercedes just looked at him for a second.
'Oh god, I want to so much. His hair....his smile..oh god, what do I do?' Mercedes thought, pulse quickening.
"Will you?" Nick asked again, pleading for an answer.
"I...uh....well....um......"
The Trip
by: The sidewalk pie tasters
(mlm12485@aol.com & Everythingnice99@aol.com)
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