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"Come on Nick, we're going home!" Sharon screamed when she saw that Nick had no intention of getting in the car. Instead, he was walking out of the parking lot.
"I'll walk home! You want your privacy so much, then have it."
"What the hell are you talking about Nick."
"You keep so much from me, I'm surprised we're even together. We're supposed to be best friends."
"We are! Listen, just get in the car and we can talk about this more at home...Nick?"
Nick kept walking.
"All right Nick, I'm not kidding around anymore. Get in the fucking car! I swear it's not what you think. I DO tell you everything, there are just some things I'd rather not talk about. What is wrong with that? I'm sorry I don't have a perfect life with an upper middle class Aryan race family. Is that what you want to hear?"
"Oh fuck you, you think you've got me all figured out. Yeah I have a perfect life with my perfect family and my perfect dysfunctional, drunk girlfriend!"
"Hey, if you have a problem with me please feel free to break this off, don't let me stop you. We're always honest with each other, right? Tell me how you really feel."
Nick paused for a moment. "Let's just go home," he said as he turned around and headed toward the car.
Once in the car, Nick looked out the window and didn't say a word. Sharon began to drive home, glancing over at Nick every so often. he finally broke the silence.
"So you're saying you want to break up?"
"No! I was asking if you wanted to break up, since you seem to think I'm such a fuck up."
"I never said that. You just have some issues to deal with."
"Yeah, thanks. Look, don't be upset that I never told you about my family. I tried not even to think about it, so really I wasn't keeping anything from you. It wasn't even on my mind. OK?"
"Yeah, whatever. How could none of that stuff ever be on your mind?"
"I don't know! Thanks for being so understanding, by the way. You seem real confident in our relationship, too. You're supposed to have no doubts about us. We're in love, remember."
"Yeah I remember, I was wondering if YOU remembered. You never even tell me you love me anymore."
"Nick you sound like a girl. Get over it. I thought we didn't have to say things like that, I guess you're more insecure than I thought. What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing! Is it too much to ask for some compassion once in a while? Why don't we ever talk anymore?"
"Well, let's see, I guess we never talk because YOU are always running around doing something involving the Backstreet Boys. You leave me home alone all the time having nothing to do."
"Fine, I can admit to that. Why don't you come with me, then? I'll take you wherever I go." Nick had a hint of pleading in his voice.
"Nick its not that easy. I hate traveling. I can't live in a different hotel room every night for months at a time."
"But I thought you were coming with me on the next tour?!"
"I still am! But I'm really not looking forward to such a chaotic lifestyle!"
"Well what can I say? Its something you have to put up with if you want to be with me."
"Great, and my drinking is something you'll have to put up with."
"But you're killing yourself! I can't sit back and watch that."
"I am NOT killing myself, and you're going to have to sit back and watch it. That's all I have to say on the subject. I'm really sick of fighting."
"So am I. I guess we've resolved everything we can. For now. We have to start getting ready to leave, though. The tour starts in a week."
"Shit, man. Where are we going first?"
"Spain."
"Spain?! Wow...this may be kind of fun. Nick, I've never been to Europe before! We can treat it as a romantic getaway. I've always wanted to go to Spain. We can go sightseeing everyday. I'm sure they'll have awesome historic sites, museums, restaurants..."
"Heh, yeah..." Nick wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as Sharon was. He knew in Spain he couldn't go out much for fear of being mobbed. He was never big on European cultures, anyway. He preferred to sit in his hotel room and play video games, waiting for the next show or meet & greet. This was the first time in a while he'd seen Sharon getting excited over anything, so he played along with everything she was saying.
"Hey, I almost forgot. Brian is making an appearance tonight at the Starlight. I haven't seen him in a while ad we never go out anymore, I was wondering if you wanted to go? Come on it'll be fun."
"Absolutely not. That place gives me the creep, plus it'll all ready be a mob scene if Brian goes, if you go there'll be riots."
"It's twenty-one plus, it'll be fine."
"You're not even twenty-one!"
"Yeah but I'm a Backstreet Boy. You know how it is, babe," Nick said a little too smugly. "Plus I thought you liked that place? I mean you went with Catey that time..."
"That's exactly why I hate the place! What if that asshole, Justin Timberlake is there again? I swear I'll kick his fucking ass."
"What're the chances of him being there? There's no way. Come on I'm begging you. We'll only go for a little while."
"God, Nick. This is the last time I'm doing anything for you."
Sharon and Nick pulled into their driveway and walked intotheir house.
"Well, I guess I should call Catey. I may as well break the ice now before tonight. I assume she'll be there, too."
Sharon picked the phone up and dialed Brian's number.
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