"Nick, you like her right?" Howie asked uncertain. Nobody had ever asked him that. It was always said in the press, but he'd never told the guys.
"Yeah, she's hot," he grinned keeping his eyes on my while I danced, "I'm glad she asked d me out to dinner. Now, I can show her the real me."
"Nick, you'd be able to show her the real you? You can't even talk to her," Brian laughed.
"So I get nervous, who care? I mean, I'll talk to her tonight. She'll like me, I know she will," he gloated. He sounded sure of himself, but on the inside he wasn't. His last girlfriend had really hurt him.
"She's hot and all, but there's something fake about her," AJ commented, "The way she acts and everything."
"Shutup! She is not fake!" Nick defended, "She's beautiful and I like her!" he yelled at him.
"Nick, don't get you hopes up. She's famous and probably a brat. Don't try so hard with her. Ali's just another girl and I don't trust her," AJ explained seriously. He didn't want Nick to be hurt again.
"Will, the tour wasn't suppose to start until a week from now," Mark said confused looking over my schedule.
"Yeah, somebody was suppose to tell you your memo had a typo on it. It starts tomorrow," Will replied.
"What about the bus? It won't be here for another 3 days," he asked worried.
"The bus order got lost. Gal's just going to have to share with them. Sorry man," Will said leaving. Will was the guy who organized the tour. I guess you could call him the tour director. I use to have a crush on him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. I know that's not the best way to describe him, but there is absolutely no better way.
"Ali c'mere, we have a problem," Mark called me over. I could tell he was frustrated and upset. I quickly ran over to where he was. He sighed and sat down on a chair throwing his head back.
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting by him. He was really stressed lately.
"The tour starts tomorrow and you have to share a bus with the guys," he sighed again.
"Oh, well, that's okay," I patted his shoulder, "Don't worry so much. They're nice guys, I guess. They won't mind. And the tour? The fans won't care if I'm a little edgy. Don't be so hard on yourself," i said feeling bad. He seemed a lot more upset than usual.
"As long as you don't mind," he said seriously and facing me.
"I don't mind one bit, as long as I can go home now. I have to go out with Nick tonight," I said remembering my punishment, "That boy needs personality," I laughed.
"Yeah, go on home. Be back at your apartment by 12 and I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow," he ruffled my hair. I hated it when he did that so I pinched his ear.
"Don't mess with the hair," I warned jokingly.
"Yes ma'am," he soluted me. I let go and he tickled me," Get outta here," he pushed me away. i went over and picked up all my stuff. I slung my bag over my shoulder and fell over. The bag was too heavy for me. I rubbed the new bump I got on my head and got up slowly.
"Want some help?" I heard a quiet cute voice asked. I turned around and saw Nick.
"If its not too much trouble," I replied thankful. He shook his head and picked the bag up. He seemed to have no trouble carrying it, "Thanks."
"Its um, no problem, um," he stuttered more. Why couldn't he just talk normal? We walked out to my car in silence. He was always a step behind me.
"Thanks, this was really sweet of you," I said unlocking my trunk.
"Yeah, well, I'll um, see you tonight, okay?" he asked looking at the ground nervously.
"Yeah," I shrugged, "Seeya tonight," I said opening the door. He waved like a little kid as I drove out of there. i waved back still angry I had to date him. Yeah, he was nice and helped me with my bag, but he was obsessed!
"Oh crap! Sharon's number!" I yelled and hit the steering wheel, "I guess I'll give it to him tonight," I sighed. I wondered what I should wear. Should I play with his emotions or be nice? Well, he was nice that day so I decided to be nice. I slipped on a light blue skirt and a white shirt. It wasn't too fancy and not too casual.
Around a quarter to seven my shofer picked me up and headed to Nick's house. I couldn't believe how nice his house was. The security was top of the line.
"Ali? Come on in," I heard his voice over the intercom. The gate opened and we drove up to the mansion. John, my shofer, opened my door and I went on up to the front door. I knocked softly and put on a fake smile.
"Hey Ali, I'm all ready just hang on one second. He ran back though a hall and came back with a single red rose, "This is for you," he handed it to me.
"Oh, thank you. You really didn't have to," I smiled and kissed his cheek. He blushed a little and held his arm out to escort me. I took it and we walked back to the limo. I watched outside the window as we drove. The lights were shining and the sky looked like it was going to rain. I couldn't help but notice Nick staring right at me. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes.
"Okay Miss Alison, we're here," John announced, "There are quite a bit of photographers out there, would you like some assistance?"
"I think I'll handle that this even ing," Nick spoke up. He opened the door and got out. He held my hand and "helped" me out. The lights were flashing constantly, but Nick pushed through the people politely and pulling me along. We were immediately seated.
"Do you come here a lot?" i asked him trying to make conversation.
"No, not really," he shrugged, "You?" I glanced over and saw Chris Cornell walking in.
"Ohmigosh! Its him! Its Chris Cornell!" I squealed to Nick.
"I love his music," Nick told me trying to get my attention.
"Nick, I need to freshen up, I'll be right back," I said picking my purse up off the ground.
"Oh, um, okay, do you want me to order for you?" he asked.
"Yeah, get me whatever you're getting," I replied leaving. I headed towards the bathroom, but then i saw Chris out of the corner of my eye. I but my lip in deciding what to do. I looked at Nick and back at Chris, "He's so hot," I thought. I quickly snuck over to Chris's table. He was dining by himself.
"Hey, I'm Ali," I said sweetly sitting down in the extra chair. He looked so good.
"I know who you are," he said staring at his menu.
"So, I was thinking," I started when he looked up at me. His eyes were beautiful, "Maybe we could do something sometime," I suggested, "Since we're both in the biz it would look good."
"Ya know, I'm sick of people like you. I saw you in here with Nick Carter before, so why on Earth would you be at my table right now? There's only one reason. You want more fame," he said in an angry tone.
"Yeah, I'm here with him, but I could go home with you," I batted my eyelashes at him.
"Good God child! You're 16! Now get out of my face you little slut!" he yelled causing the whole restaurant to draw attention. He threw his menu down and got up to leave. I waited until all the other people started back to dinner to head to the restroom.
I threw some more powder and lipstick on and headed back to my table where Nick was.
"I didn't know the restroom was also called Chris Cornell's table," Nick said hurt as I sat down.
"Oh. Nick this must look really bad," I sighed. I quickly thought up a story, "Let me explain."
"You have a minute," he said leaning back and crossing him arms.