Chapter 19
"Oh, Kristin, Kristin!" Kevin moaned as he woke up. "Damnit," he muttered glancing at the empty room, "no Kristin," he complained. He looked down at his watch. "Three am," he grumbled. "Back to bed."
His ears were filled with the sounds of coughing, snoring and groaning. Groaning? He shook his head when would AJ's wet dreams stop? He set up, he'd couldn't sleep like this. "Damn that, AJ!" he mumbled storming toward the small room the teen shared with Howie. He turned his direction, the groaning he could handle- Brian's snoring he couldn't!
"Brian, stop snoring!" he demanded shaking his cousin awake.
Brian squinted. "Who pissed in your cornflakes?"
"Argh, no one! It's not even time to have breakfast!"
Brian pulled his blanket over his head. "Then, go back to asleep, dumbass."
"I would if SOMEONE wasn't snoring!"
"Then, stuff a pillow over Howie's mouth," Brian yawned.
"No, for the first time it's not Howie keeping me up."
"Oh, excuse me," Brian coughed. "I'm congested! Nick snores, too!"
"Nick..." Kevin grumbled turning to the blonde's bed. Nick? Nick was gone! "Aw, shit! He's disappeared!" the oldest singer shouted running out of the room.
Brian shut his eyes. "Disappeared...Did the prick ever think Nick might be in the bathroom?"
"What do I do? What do I do?" Kevin asked himself as he grabbed his heavy coat out of the closet. He paused allowing the concept to sink into his brain. Nick was gone. He smiled a grinchy grin. Without Nick there would be no more whining, crying, kicking, screaming, irrated crotch injuries......He growled as he opened the door stepping into the freezing cold, damn his moralistic conscience!
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"NICK! NICK!" Kevin shouted stomping through the snow. "Nick, get your tiny blonde ass in the cabin NOW!" He trudged through the thick white mass the cold breezes stinging his skin. "I could've been skiing with Kristin!" he cried.
"Man, you'll never stop whinin' about that will you?" Nick called sticking his head out from behind his snowman. "Ya' like my snowman, Kev? Huh, huh, do ya' huh?"
"NO!" Kevin hollered shivering. "Stop playing in the damn snow and get back to the cabin!"
"But I'm having fun," Nick coughed wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
"No, you're not, you're sick. Now, let's get back to the cabin before you get worse, or before I bury you beneath the snow. What in the hell were you thinking, Nick?"
Nick pouted. "It's Christmas time, Kevin, I just wanted to have a little fun. All I ever do is practice with the Backstreet Boys or end up getting sick on my one vacation. We don't have snow in Florida, I just wanted to enjoy it."
Kevin's uptight form slumped. "I'm sorry, kid, just get inside, please? I don't want you to be even sicker on Christmas. You don't want that know, do you?"
The blonde sniffled. "No."
Kevin extended his hand to him. "All right, let's get back."
Nick stepped away from his snow creation. "Okay, Kev."
Kevin watch the small icy puffs of his breaths traveling into the air. "Be careful, Kaos."
"I will be," Nick whispered his boots sliding against the icy snow.
"Great, now you'll end up with pneumonia," Kevin complained watching the teen slide about.
"Will n-not!!!!!" Nick yelled as he slipped.
"Are you all right?" Kevin shouted rushing toward him.
"No," Nick whimpered reaching for his ankle. "I hurt my ankle."
Kevin knelt down. "You think it's broken? And what the hell did you do to your face?"
Nick shook his head. "No, I just think I sprained it and I scratched my face."
"Can you walk?" the bigger man asked releasing a frustated sigh.
The blonde bit his lip. "It hurts pretty bad."
"Climb on my back," Kevin directed helping Nick to his feet.
"Are you sure you can carry me?"
"Nick, you weigh next to nothing just hurry up, I'm freezing."
Nick shrugged as he struggled to maintain his grip. "Okay, just remember you offered, so, I don't want to be yelled at if your crotch starts hurting because of the extra weight."
Kevin grimaced as pain found him as he stood bringing Nick's body weight with him. "Mommy!" he squeaked.
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"HOWIE! AJ! BRIAN!" Kevin yelled as he carried Nick toward the cabin. "SOMEONE GET UP!" he demanded as he opened the door.
"Oh, Nick!" Howie exclaimed rushing toward them. "What's wrong, buddy?"
"I hurt my ankle," Nick whimpered as Howie took him from Kevin's arms holding him.
"Did you hurt it bad?" Brian questioned as he joined them.
"Kinda'," Nick sniffled.
Howie settled the teen on the couch. "You poor child."
Kevin shivered shutting the door as his body throbbed in pain. "Poor Nick? What about me?"
"What about you?" Brian repeated as he helped Nick slip off his boots examining the injury.
"Doesn't anyone care about me?"
AJ joined the group rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "All I care about is the fact that you woke up up with your screaming."
"No respect!" Kevin snarled throwing himself into an open chair regretting it as the weight affected his injury. "Ooooh!" he winced.
"Should he go the hospital?" AJ asked Howie sitting beside the injured blonde.
The Latino shook his head. "No, it's just a mild sprain. He'll just need to take it easy on the ankle and ice it for a little while."
"At least let my foot thaw out first before you go putting ice on it," Nick sighed his lips still shaking from the cold.
"All right," Howie agreed wrapping a blanket around him.
AJ stretched his tired limbs. "Man, we've had nothing but bad luck out here."
"Yeah, kinda' like the Grinch!" Nick observed wiping his nose. "Ya' know, how the Grinch didn't get along with the Whos in Whoville."
Kevin crossed his arms staring at ill, dimwitted group. "The Grinch had the right idea staying in the mountains away from the Whos."
AJ rolled his eyes. "Takes one to know one, Kevy Kev."
Brian yawned. "I hate it here, there's nothing to do."
"YOU hate it here?" Kevin fumed. "I've been yelled at, spit on, puked on, aggravated and had my crotch injured more times than I care to mention!"
"Kevin, stop being such a Grinch," Howie sighed stroking Nick's warm forehead.
AJ smirked. "Yeah, Kevin before you know it you'll have green fur all over balls and the only chick that will talk to you is Cindy Lou."
"ENOUGH!" Kevin hissed standing stomping toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Howie tiredly sighed.
"To the top of Grinch mountain to escape from the Whos!"
"Where are you really going?" Brian sighed.
Kevin threw open the door. "Into town to find the first phone I can! We're leaving this hell hole and going back to Florida! I can't take anymore of this!"
"Home! Amen! Back to women!" AJ cheered.
Nick beamed. "Hey, Kev, we stop somewhere on the way back and have our picture taken with Santa? Oh, and we could dress my bunny up like an elf! Huh, huh, can we? Huh?"
"DAMN WHOS!" Kevin yelled slapping the door behind him.
Brian looked up. "You think anybody should tell him his car's out of gas?"