"Maybe she changed her mind- why would she want to come and spend time with you, when she has a boyfriend?" His paranoia hissed cruelly at him as he tidied up. Nick shut his eyes and tried to tell him to shut up. He couldn't listen to his paranoia; he would have another anxiety attack if he did. He began to feel anxious as he worried about having an anxiety attack. His thoughts and worries were pleasantly interrupted by the doorbell. He skipped over to the door in pace, and opened it, trying to be calm and cool- the anxiety attack sparing him kindly. He was thankful for this. Heather stood in a black skirt, with a matching black top, which revealed smooth skin around her breasts and bare skin around her shoulders. Her straightened brown hair, reached down for her shoulders longingly, but only lightly scraped them. Nick swallowed. She looked beautiful.
It wasn't long until both were semi-cuddled on Nick's sofa watching the DVD she had taken upon herself to bring- "City of Angels." Nick wasn't overly thrilled by this choice, but he didn't mind. He was just happy to have a female friend. Being in a group with four other guys can be tough. I mean he couldn't cuddle Kevin like this could he? Nick smiled to himself at the thought, and at the feeling of Heather in his arms. She leaned on him and sobbed in the appropriate bits. He leant back on her comfortingly- a companionship was what he longed after, and he was happy that things were going his way. The fact that he could just sit and have fun and just relax was a blessing, and he relished in it, letting her hair fall on his shoulders, and letting himself watch her breathe.
"You can't tell me you didn't like it!" She protested as Nick tried to playfully throw the DVD out of the window. He laughed at her.
"Well, I thought it was a great film, and I saw you watching it…" She said and smiled provocatively up at him. Nick wandered back over to the sofa slowly, and sat down closer to her then he had been. He outstretched his hand with the DVD in it and she accepted it with another sly smile. He looked into her shining eyes and smiled down at her. After a pause, both their heads moved slowly forward towards the other, and their lips met in a powerful kiss that reminded Nick of the brighter side to having a girlfriend, and the even brighter side of not having one. He liked the idea that this arrangement with Heather was casual and undecided; new and exciting. He enjoyed the feeling of her lips on his lips and the sensual sensation of her tongue and the taste of her lip gloss. He never wanted to be rid of this feeling-it was as if he were thirsty but could not drink enough water to quench it. Rather than being distressed about it, he loved it. They shared a few more deep kisses before, like they had started, stopped and looked at each other. Nick was immediately overcome with feeling of nervousness and stress. He was disappointed the feeling of intimacy he longed for was so shortly lived, but he couldn't help himself.
"She has a boyfriend, and you don't want another relationship." He repeatedly thought to himself. She began conversation first.
"We probably, shouldn't do that again…" She said wiping some saliva from her bottom lip, and then wiping her lip gloss from Nick's lips- but her touch was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, her finger tips on his lips induced ambivalence. He wanted to caress her fingertips with his lips and never stop; but on the other hand, he wanted to run as far as he could, away. He hastily got up from the sofa.
"You're probably right." He suggested. "I'm thirsty…" He stuttered. "…Can I get you a drink?" She shook her head, and Nick retreated off into the kitchen to have some water and to relax. Being out of her company calmed him for a while.
He heard an unfamiliar mobile phone ring tone whilst he drank, and knew her phone must have been ringing.
"Hello." She answered, getting up and moving into the hall way, so Nick couldn't hear her. "Yes I am- can you believe it! I am Nick Carter's God damn house!" She expressed and giggled. She licked her lips, and a devilish smile crept across her face. "He's just kissed me." She whispered into the phone. "Oh yeah he's a good kisser alright." She listened intently as the person on the other end spoke. "No I won't blow it." She explained with a shy sigh. "The way we're getting on, we'll be together by the end of the week." She paused and listened again. "Screw Mark…" She said regarding her boyfriend. "…I could be dating a Backstreet Boy!!" She screeched excitedly, like a school girl, or a loyal fan. "Listen I have to go though." She said smiling provocatively. "No he has no idea about Paris and I… But he's coming back, I have to go. I'll give him what's coming to him, I promise. Alright bye!" She said hanging up the phone, and walking back into Nick's living room- the plan was going as perfectly as she or Paris Hilton could have hoped for.
