You’re too good to be true,
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much.
-Can't Take My Eyes Off of You, Lauren Hill
Chapter 3
I was frozen in thought at what had just happened. He always blew in and
out like
that; a warm wind, a gentle ocean wave. It felt like a war within my
stomach. I was in
awe at what I was feeling; how strongly I loved him with every inch of my
being; how
when I looked into his eyes, I felt like I had found everything I had always
been missing.
And somehow, I had seen something similar in his eyes; and that was scary and
amazing,
so I tried my hardest to talk myself out of it.
“Holy Shit!” I heard Angie saying through the haze.
“He is exquisite.” Nikki’s voice came in clearer.
I sighed. I was probably overdramatizing again. I tended to do
that...constantly.
“Are you with us Giz?” Angie maternally questioned with her hand
patting my
arm.
“I don’t know,” I replied. My voice was shaking now. I was not
remaining calm
and collected any longer. I felt overrun with emotion, it rattled me to my
core. Don’t
cry Kel, I thought. I couldn’t stand seeing fans cry (unless they were at a
concert). But I
wanted. Just like a child I wanted. I willed him to come back right then.
I felt the
insatiable desire to run after him, grab his large arms and wrap them around
me. I wanted
to protect myself in him.
“The bus is moving.” commented Nikki, slyly.
“I think I see him signing autographs.” Angie was glancing down the
hallway out
the door.
All of a sudden, I didn’t want to see him anymore. Angie grabbed my
hand.
“C’mon Giz.” she ordered. We shimmied our way out the doors, the doorman
glancing at
us as he opened them. I wanted to turn around and almost did, but Angie
gripped my
hand once again, pulled me out, and pushed me into a small group waiting for
pictures
with and autographs from the tall young man who stood inches away. He was
looking
more baffled than anything else. He was uncomfortable with the swoons.
Despite
accusations of him being cocky, you could clearly see that he did not
understand all this.
Nick put his arm carefully on a girl’s shoulder. She was dressed in
a revealing low
cut tank top despite the 40 degree weather, a short black skirt and high
boots. She looked
like she was trying to pass for 25 but was really 13. The camera flashed as
the girl beamed
and Nick smirked his trademark half grin.
I felt Angie’s hand on my arm. I began to breathe deeply.
“Here we go again.” I said under my breath. Angie was unzipping my
backpack.
She took out the small package wrapped neatly from the confines. She pressed
it into my
palm. I stood waiting my turn; like a child waiting to sit on Santa’s lap.
A small commotion took place to the right of me. Another bus had
pulled up in
front of the hotel and a wave of conversation increased. Another one of the
boys was
here. Nick looked in that direction, just past me as he was posing for
another photo. He
smiled as he pulled his eyes back toward me. I could do nothing but smile
back, albeit
crooked. The girl stepped away thanking Nick. He nodded at her, whispering
an
inaudible welcome.
It was my turn...
...again....
*****
I
still felt excitement, but it wasn’t nervous, it was just happiness. I
stepped forward as he
grinned.
“Hey again!” he said in the squeaky voice only Nick could pull off.
“Hey Nick!” I replied. Saying his name made the situation feel more
real. OK, I
thought what do I say now? He picked up the slack, he was used to this.
“Come here!” He extended his arms outward to me. I inched toward
him. I was
afraid that if I went into them I would refuse to come out. I slid easily
underneath his left
arm. He moved his large hand lightly across my upper back and rested his hand
protectively on my shoulder. The hairs on my neck stood up straight. I slid
my hand
across the back of his waist, resting my finger on one of his belt loops.
For a moment I
rested the side of my head against the shiny material of his sports vest,
close to the center
of his chest, but I quickly looked up, aware of the liberty I was taking.
Nick shined his
grin and motioned his head in the forward direction toward a camera clad
Nikki. I
remained looking at him though.
“Nick....could you do me a favor?” I asked sweetly. I could come to
call this voice
I was using my “Nicky voice”, I reserved it solely for him.
“For you?” Nick chuckled, “Anything baby.” I felt his fingers on
my back.
I giggled. “Could you REALLY smile for my picture? I mean, you
know?, Don’t
just smirk like you normally do.”
“Smirk? ME?” Nick pretended surprise.
“Pleeease?” I begged.
“I will give you my BEST smile, baby.” he replied, “but only for
YOU, the girl
with the nicest smile I know.” Now he became a bit shy and giggled a little.
We both
looked toward Nikki’s camera as she and Angie both snapped a picture of us.
Nick
looked down to me once again and smiled. I was still looking at Nikki as I
saw her make
a squeezing gesture with her hand. I then saw her mouth, “this is your
chance, Kel”.
I slowly stopped playing with Nick’s belt loop as my mind spun. I
began moving
my palm southward. His butt was not easy to miss, it was plump, and firm,
and suddenly,
I was giving it a playful rubdown while I teasingly looked back into Nick’s
marvelous blue
eyes. They were the color of a caribbean sea. His eyebrows lifted, as he
chuckled
lightly,dropped his eyes, and blushed.
“I’m sorry...” I responded delicately, “but I just couldn’t
resist.” With that, he
gazed down, his lips in a pout, and slowly moved his hand from my shoulder,
down my
mid back to my rear. I felt chills all over, and was instantly turned on.
Yet I continued to
rub him lightly as he reciprocated more firmly. Finally we both burst out in
laughter, each
turning red.
“I brought this gift for you.” I handed Nick the package that I had
wrapped neatly
for him.
“For me? You shouldn’t have done this!” he tactfully began opening
the gift with
great interest. Inside the paper he found a black leather wallet.
“You can’t lose this one, though.” I joked referring to his wallet
theft earlier in the
year. “And see, you can put your passport and your credit cards and
everything all
together.”
“Wow,” he muttered. “that’s so thoughtful. This is a really nice
wallet!”. There
was more to the gift and he moved on, making a gesture as if saying
“something else?”.
The next was a clear plastic box with 6 pushpin people stuck into cork.
“It’s an ancient Guatemalan guardian angel...type...thingie.” I
explained. “You
talk to them before you go to bed and tell them your problems and they’ll
work on them
over night for you...” Nick checked the box out laughing. “I know it’s
kinda stupid...” I
explained before he cut me off.
“NO!” he spoke up defensively, “it’s not stupid at all; it’s sweet,
and uh...well...it’s
original...it’s a gift I’ll never forget.”
“I’m so glad u like it,” I beamed giddily.
“Thank you...Thank you so much.” Nick came toward me and before I
knew it
both his strong arms were wrapped around me. I rested my head on his chest
as he
squeezed and slowly slid one hand down to mine as we parted.
“I see Billy giving me the ‘we gotta go’ signal” Nick said
observing me.
“Oh...wait! An autograh!” I blurted as I reached into my clown car
coach bag. I
was, afterall, above anything else, a fan. I pulled out my millennium cd
cover and a
sharpie. I handed it to him while saying, “To Kelly.”
Billy walked toward us and looked at me. “Nick has to go” he barked.
“Just one sec...” Nick answered concentrating on balancing his gifts
and signing
the autograph. He did hastily and handed the cover and marker back to me.
“We’re going to the game tonight,” I told him as he got all his
bearings, opening
up his backpack and putting the gifts into it. The boys were singing the
National
Anthemat the home opener Pistons game.
“Great!” he replied. “I’ll see you there!” With that, he turned
and headed for the
bus. He stopped after a few steps and turned back toward me. I was watching
his every
movement. “Nice meeting you Kelly” the sound on my name on his lips was
like the
Hallelujah chorus. “Very nice.” he gave me the once over, starting from my
feet and up to
my eyes. I almost fell down when they met his. It was the most intense look
anyone had
ever given me. He turned back and took four long strides through a crowd,
his bodyguard
with one arm across him, and bounded onto his bus.
I looked down at my Millennium CD cover. Nick had signed over his
picture in
the booklet. It read: “To Kelly with the beautiful smile, Love always, Nick
Carter, BSB”.
I smiled radiantly at that moment, not knowing that Nick was watching me from
his bus. I
sighed and decided to try to find my friends.
Chapter 4
Song For Kelly
NinasFiction
NinasFeet
