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Michelle suddenly got a gleam in her eye. "Ya, and we should split up, it'll take less time. Nick, you come with me, ok?"
"I guess that means you and I," Jay said to Cissy. Cissy just nodded, amazed to be in the presence of the all gorgeous Nick. *sigh* They two groups decided to meet back at the same spot in ten minutes, it had been twenty, but Mich(elle) had convinced them that they didn't have that much time. Once the other two girls were out of sight, Mich grabbed the front of Nick's shirt and began dragging him determinedly toward a room.
"Ok, let's go get Lindsey," Mich said.
"Don't you mean FIND Lindsey?" Nick asked, brushing Mich's grip off the front of his shirt. She looked at him strangely, obviously not liking his rephrasing of her words.
"No, I said GET Lindsey. That's why I SAID get Lindsey."
"Nick!" someone called off to the side. Nick halted and looked over to find his brother waving in his direction. "Yo, Nick. You'r going the wrong way! The car is this way," Drew emphasized by waving toward the arena. Nick looked confused.
"Oh, no, I'm going to help look for a missing girl."
"Not tonight! I can't handle a charity case right now!" Drew wined.
"It's not a charity case, and did I ask for your help?"
"But we need to get in the car, as in now, so we can get to the hotel, you know so we can sleep, perchance to dream, or whatever. If you haven't quite noticed yet, it's kinda dark out. I think that chick yelling in your ear did something to you brain." Mich wished she could ring the little bugger's neck, (She doesn't like the word chick used)but she didn't because then about 200000000 fans would wring her neck in return.
"Drew, just ask Jeff if he'll leave me the other car," Drew stomped off like a little kid. (Don't worry, he's just tired, that's why he's acting like that) "Are we going?" Nick asked. Mich shook her head.
"We should wait for Mr. Bitchy to come back with an answer," Mich told him. Nick smiled and pointed toward the arena enterance. Mich wondered just what the hell he was doing, and thought he was possibly a little nuts, until she heard, has if on que:
"HE SAID OKAY! HERE ARE THE KEYS!!!!" A pair of car keys came flying through the air and landed at Nick's feet. Nick bent over and retrieved the keys.
"I have to admit," Mich said, as if she really had to force herself to say it, "you are good."
He smiled. "Thank you, hold your aplause, please," he returned, and continued walking in the direction they had been headed. Mich stopped directly in front of the ladies washroom, causing Nick to smack into her. Mich snarled in disgust.
"Get offa me you big ape!" Mich exclaimed. "Sheesh." Mich walked in the door, then turned when she noticed she wasn't being followed. "Are you coming."
"That's the women's washroom," he said, as if she wasn't aware.
"Like you haven't been in here before!" Mich exclaimed. She was in no mood to talk. She wanted to get Lindsey, get this over with, and get the hell out. SHE, unlike some people, had to work in the morning, and she would gladly tell anyone who tried to stall her getting to her bed. Mich grabbed the front of his tshirt again, after making a quick survey to make sure no one was in there, and pulled him in.
"Are you nuts?" Nick exclaimed, pulling his shirt out of her grasp again. Mich locked the door behind them. She looked over at him, beginning to say something, but instead burst out laughing. The look on his face was one of stunned fear. "Holy shit, I'm not fuckin rape you or anything!"
"Well, you just fuckin locked the door, what the hell am I supposed to thinK?"
"That you'd better thank me for saving your ass, because if someone caught you in here, your ass would be grass, and I ain't talkin about no Mary Jane here, yunowhadimsaynheya?" (translates into "you know what I'm saying here" in Mich language) "After all, this is the ladies' washroom." Nick growled at her, a bit irratated. "Speaking of Lindsey," Mich suddenly exclaimed, "let's figure out where she is." Nick quickly glanced along the floor.
"There's no one in here," Nick said.
"Oh, she's in here," Mich told him, with a definitive nod of her head.
"But there ain't any feet on the floor," Nick pointed out.
"Gee really? Let's see genius, if you were hiding, would you make your self so obvious by putting your feet on the floor." Nick thought about it a moment, then said quietly,
"I guess not."
"There, you see my point now, don't you?" He nodded. Mich walked along and opened every door until she hit one that wouldn't open. She pounded on the door. "Lindsey, come out. Jay wants to get going, and I have to work tomorrow."
"Tell him to leave, and I'll come out," Lindsey ordered.
"Oh, for the love of--just get the hell out here!!" Mich yelled.
"Umm, could you possibly come out BEFORE she goes bizerk and kills me?" Nick pleaded. This made Lindsey laugh. "Please?" he wimpered.
"Lindsey, I really have to get home!" Mich called.
"Why the fuck'd you bring him with you in the first place?" Lindsey demanded.
"Because Jay said we had to split up and he said I had to come with him and I can't get rid of him!" Mich lied. "Now if you don't get your fuckin ass out here RIGHT NOW I am going to scream."
"Okay, I have my ears plugged, go right ahead," Lindsey called out.
"Maybe I should leave," Nick suggested.
"No!" Mich exclaimed. "That would ruin everything!!" Nick looked at her confused. Mich looked down at her watch. "Shit! Lindsey, you have FIVE MINUTES and we have to be back!" Lindsey groaned audibly.
"I could drive you home," Nick suggested. Mich's eyes lit up.
"Really??!" Mich exclaimed. Nick nodded. "Great, I'll go tell Jay she can leave." Mich ran out of the bathroom. Nick walked over and locked the doors, still a little paranoid someone would walk in and get him arrested.
"So, Lindsey," Nick said, trying to make converstation with a bathroom stall door. "How old are you."
"Why?" Lindsey asked.
"No reason, just trying to make conversation."
"19," she replied. "What happened to Mich?"
"Who? Oh, that girl that dragged me in here?"
"That sounds like Mich to me," Lindsey said with a small laugh.
"Ya, she went to tell someone something."
"You must be a wiz when it comes to taking phone messages," Lindsey said sarcastically. "Sorry," she said abruptly. "You'd think I'd learned."
"What? No, I don't care. Actually, I'm kinda grateful toward you," he admitted. He continued when Lindsey didn't answer. "I haven't been able to really let any feelings of anger or anything out because the media might see me do it or something to that effect. When I was fighting with you, I didn't care who saw me or heard me, and it felt pretty good to be able to let it out. I'm just sorry it had to be put on you."
"Why? I started it," Lindsey said.
"Will you come out, so I can talk to your face?" Nick asked. Lindsey made a negative sound in response. "Fine, then I'll just have to come in there."
"What?" Lindsey shouted, not sure she heard correctly. Next thing she knew, Nick had pulled himself over the wall and was standing in front of her. He looked down at her and smiled, obviously very proud of himself. "Are you fuckin insane or something??" Lindsey demanded, standing. Nick looked toward the ceiling, seeming to contemplate this.
"I'd have to go with--no," he answered, smirking. Lindsey glowered at him, then tried to push past him to leave. He put out an arm to stop her. "No way in hell are you getting out of here, I just got in." Suddenly, the lock on the door opened.
"I'm sorry ma'am," a voice from outside the door. "I don't know how the door got locked. Sorry for the inconvenience." The door swung open and someone walked in. Nick jumped onto and sat on the back of the toilet to hide from view. He grabbed Lindsey and pulled her to him so she couldn't escape. The look in her eye told him she might scream. She began to take a deep breath, so he wrapped his hand around her mouth. An evil glint came into her eye now, and he felt her tongue flick against his fingers.
"Don't go there little girl," Nick warned. Her eyebrows raised and she looked him right in the eye.
"mifle grl?" came out of her mouth, the words 'little girl" muffled by his hands. The evil gleam brightened.
"Oh no you don't," he said, keeping his hand in place. Lindsey nodded, and he felt her smile widen under his hand. Suddenly, her mouth opened, and she bit down hard on his finger. "OW SHIT!!!" he yelled, grabbing his hurt hand in his other.
"Oh dear," came a voice from the other side of the stall door. "Is everything okay in there?" Lindsey didn't know what to do for a second, then it came to her.
"Um, ya," Lindsey called. "I just cut myself on something. I'm very sorry for being so derogatory."
"Oh, it's quite alright," the woman on the other side said. "But are you sure you're okay? It sounds as if it must have hurt quite a bit."
"I'll be fine," Lindsey responded, smiling at Nick, who practically had steam coming out of his ears. "But it did sound like it hurt quite a bit, didn't it? Thanks for your concern," she called out. A few moments later, the door closed as the lady left the restroom.
"You little bitch!" Nick yelled. Lindsey just smiled. "What the hell were you thinking? Were you trying to get us caught?"
"If you hadn't put your hand over my mouth..." Lindsey began to defend herself.
"You were going to scream!" Nick exclaimed, jumping off the toilet back.
"What the fuck gave you that idea?" Lindsey demanded, growing angry at being accused of these things.
"Well, you took a big enough breath," he pointed out.
"What, now I'm not allowed to breathe? Whatever you say, Nick," she said, snearing the last word.
"You know what? I've had just about enough of your back talk."
"What the fuck do you think you are, my mother?" Lindsey shouted. "Fuck you!" She turned to leave the stall, but he grabbed her arm and dragged her back to him. She bounced off his chest, and she grabbed the front of his shirt to keep from falling backward. This struck Lindsey as funny, and all of the fight left her.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he shouted, not noticing the grin on her face at first. Lindsey burst out laughing hysterically. "What the hell's so funny?" he asked. Lindsey only laughed harder, even though it wasn't all that funny. "What?!?!?!!?" he demanded.
"You are so CUTE when you're angry. Your face gets all red, and that vein right there," she touched his forehead with her finger where the vein was, "pops right out. You should see the look on her face." Nick tried, but couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"You're not so bad yourself," he told her, smile growing. He leaned toward her, one purpose in mind. He was definitelly going to like this.