A couple of weeks later, they had finished their World Tour in America and where now on a plane to Australia.
"Hey, Em, what do you think of this one?" Nick asked, holding up some CD. Emma couldn't read the writing, her eyes were extremely blurry from the intense headache that she had developed, and she was extremely irritable. But she tried not to take it out on Nick.
"Umm...lemme see," she said, holding out her hand. Nick gave her the CD, and Emma looked at it closely. It was an Eminem CD.
"I like Eminem. I think's he's really hot," Emma teased.
"Hey! What about me?" Nick asked, snatching the CD away from Emma.
"I think you're way hotter than he is," she whispered, leaning in and kissing him softly on the mouth.
Jen stared at the couple with envy. She was sitting on the other side of Nick, and he hadn't paid any attention to her. She was fuming inside. She had to come up with something that will totally make Emma mad. Suddenly it dawned on her.
"How much longer do we have to stay in this stuffy plane?" whined Jen. Nick looked over at her.
"Well, we're not even half way there yet. It's gonna take a while. At least we're on our own private plane, or it would take even longer," Nick said. He turned back to Emma and clasped her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her hand.
"You're so sweet, Nick," Emma said, smiling.
"I try," he said, teasingly.
Jen sat there, impatiently waiting for Emma to fall asleep. She had noticed that she had taken some migraine medication that was supposed to make her drowsy. How much longer will it be? Sheesh! she thought. She looked around and saw that the rest of the guys were sleeping. She was so bored. She couldn't wait for Emma to fall asleep, so she and Nick would be the only ones awake, and she could carry out her plan.
A few minutes later, Emma started to get sleepy. She yawned.
"Are you sleepy, hon?" Nick asked. Emma nodded.
"The medication is kicking in," she said, yawning again. "I gotta go to sleep." With that, she lay her head on Nick's shoulder and was soon asleep. Nick put one of his arms around her shoulders.
Jen smiled triumphantly when Emma fell asleep. Now was the time. "Hey, Nick," she whispered. Nick turned towards her.
"Hey, Jen, what's up?" he asked.
"Well...when I came on tour with you guys, my parents said that I would never ever be able to go back there, that they were disowning me," she lied. Nick frowned.
"Why?" he asked, rubbing Emma's arm up and down. Jen could barely contain her jealousy.
"Because they said that I was just wasting my life, and that I needed to finishe college, and I told them that this is what I wanted, but they said the minute I take a step out of that house to come with you guys that they were completely disowning me, and I have no friends. So I have nowhere to go when this tour finishes," she said, tears coming to her eyes. Nick immediately felt sympathetic.
Poor girl, Nick thought.
"So I was wondering if I could stay at your place until this all works out, and I can talk to my parents. I promise I won't be in your way, and I'll clean the house for you, and do groceries and even cook to repay you," she said, hoping that he would agree. It was the only thing that she thought would work, and it would be so much easier to make him fall for her if she was living under the same roof as he.
"Oh, sure, Jen. You could stay as long as you like. I'm sorry your parents didn't agree, Jen," Nick said, sympathetically.
Jen almost smiled. Yes!! she thought. It was perfect. Her parents were actually happy that she had gotten the position of the make-up artists for renown artists. And she had a lot of friends that were envious of her for getting to be with the Backstreet Boys.
"Thanks, Nick. I really appreciate it," she said.
Chapter 8
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