Chapter   Twelve

As it turned out, I ended up staying with Nick for the rest of the tour. Word got around fast that Nick's girlfriend was with him. I would use Howie's laptop to go on the internet and I would see pictures of me and Nick walking into the venue, just me standing by my seat watching the Boys perform, some pictures I took with some fans, just a lot of pictures. There were some sites that had some crazy information about how I acted toward the fans, but a lot of them said I was a pretty nice person.

I tried my best to be friendly and talk to them. Sometimes it was kind of hard because they have this image of me in their minds of how I am before even meeting me. A lot of the times, they were surprised at how "normal" I was. I guess they expected me to be a bitch or spoiled brat or whatever. Most of them did anyway. But I didn't let all the unfavorable stuff take away from the experience of being on the road with a group as popular as the Backstreet Boys. But I was so happy the day Nick and I walked into our house at the end.

We didn't even take our stuff to our rooms. We just dropped the bags on the floor and went straight to the living room. I threw myself on the couch while Nick layed down and put his head in my lap. We stayed like that for the longest time.

"I can't believe it," I said. "We're finally home."

"Two and a half months of touring," said Nick, tiredly. "Time to rest."

"What are you going to do with your time off?"

"Sleep, be with you, and eat. That's all I need."

I was about to say something when I remembered there was something else I had to do. "Nick, I have to call the airport."

He sat up. "Why?"

"I need to book a flight to Mexico for next week. It's my nineteenth birthday next week and I always celebrate it with my family back home."

"What day is it?"

"December twelfth."

"Just stay here. We can celebrate it together. I could take you out to dinner, take you for a romantic walk on the beach, give you a little birthday love."

I looked at him. "I can't. On that day, we celebrate not only my and my sister Constanza's birthday, but we celebrate 'Our Lady of Guadalupe'. It's a very important day in my culture. That's why I always go home."

"Well, I can't argue with tradition." Nick gave me a quick kiss. "I'm gonna call the pizza guy. I have a craving for pizza."

"Okay. I'm gonna take my bags to my room."

I got up, grabbed all my things, and hauled them up to my room. I started putting everything away. I was almost done when Nick came up to my room. He just stood in the doorway, watching me put my stuff away. When he still didn't say anything for ten minutes, I turned and looked at him.

"Can I help you with something?"

"No. I just like watching you. I never noticed how small you are."

"How could you not? All the fans noticed. You're about a foot taller than me."

"How tall are you?"

"Five feet, three inches."

"Almost a foot taller. I think you look cute. I love having you so small." Nick walked over and sat on my bed. When I walked by, he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me towards him. "Now we're eye to eye."

I looked in his eyes and saw something I'd never seen before. The light of desire. I looked down at my hands. Nick took one and placed it palm to palm with his. It never occured to me that his hands were a whole lot bigger than mine 'cause whenever we held hands, it felt like a perfect fit. Nick placed my arms around his neck, then wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned down over and kissed him. He slowly lay back against my bed, pulling me on top of him. We never broke the kiss. It seemed like it went on forever before I pulled back and looked at Nick. He was looking at me, too.

"Let me make love to you," he said, softly. "I wanna feel your body. I wanna touch every part of you and make you feel things you've never felt before. Would you let me do that?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't." I got off of him and sat on my bed. Nick sat up next to me. "I'm not ready for that."

"When do you think you'll be ready?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. "I don't know. How can you ask me that? No gentleman would ever ask that."

"I have never claimed to be one of them. I leave that up to Brian and Kevin."

I saw the twinkle of amusement in his eye and laughed. "Okay. It's just that.... I've never...."

"You've never made love before," Nick finished for me.

"No. I mean, forget about waiting until you're married. For me, it's about finding the right guy, although my father would rather I wait until marriage. But I've never found the right person to give myself to completely."

Nick reached over and took my hand. "It's okay. I understand what you're saying." He pulled me closer to him and put his arms around me. "What am I going to do when you're gone?"

"You could come with me."

"Do you really think I should do that?"

"Why not? I think it's about time you met my family. We've been together for almost three months."

"What would your parents say? And I'm not exactly a Spanish-speaking person."

I smiled, remembering the first time we met. "Don't worry. They know how to speak English. I told you they used to live in the States. Come on, Nick. Please, come with me? Also I think they'd like to know who I'm living with."

Nick looked at me for a few seconds before giving in. "All right. I'll come. We have been together for a while and I already introduced you to my family. I guess it's time to find out where my girlfriend comes from."

I let out an excited yell and squeezed him. Nick only tried to pull me closer. We heard the doorbell ring and we went downstairs to get our pizza. I got some napkins from the kitchen and handed a couple to Nick, who was already scarfing a slice. We ended up watching a movie and falling asleep on the couch that night. But I was happy that my family would finally get to meet the person who cared about me as much as I cared about him.


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