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Finally. Work is over, now to... damn... get ready for dinner with Brian and Leighanne and her parents. WHY am I supposed to go?? This is going to be unbelievably awkward. It's like two old married people, two young married people, and Nick. Great. At least its only for an hour. I wonder where AJ's taking me...
"AJ!"
"Whaaaaaaat?" Now who's whining?
"Where are you taking me tonight?"
"No where, the bea-u-tiful Cynd-a is taking you." Who? Since when?
"What are you talking about? AJ, if this is stupid you're going to be beaten."
"We're just going to a club, don't worry about it." Right, last time he told me that, some guy thought I was his lover from a past life. Just don't worry about it, Nick, everything will be fine. Right, if by fine he means I'm going to end up arrested. I still want that damn pizza.
"Whatever. Can I go to the hotel now?"
"I don't care. As long as you're in my room by 9:30, everything is fine." I DON'T NEED THIS PRESSURE!
"Fine." I'm leaving. This is it. Maybe I can fake sick... hm... possibly... No, then Kevin would take away my nintendo because I'll 'strain my eyes'. Crappit, this sucks. Where's Brian, I want to leave. But noooo, I had to come in his van. Screw this, I'm leaving. "Hey, Josh!"
"Yeah Nick?"
"C'mon, we're gonna go back to the hotel... Joe!"
"Comin' buddy." Maybe if I just make it look like I've got the authority to do this, they won't question me for once.
"Um, alright..." Josh's uncertain... but I think he's gonna do it! SCORE! I have found the secret, and I will milk it for all its worth.. mwha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Yeah, over it.
"Let's go." Ahhhh... finally... back to rest and relaxation for... a whole... twenty minutes. Damn. Oh no... oh no..
"Nick, do you want to sign autographs? And pictures?" Dammit, dammit, dammit.
"Yeah, I guess." SHEEEEET. This is not fair. I want to just sit. That's all I want to do. I don't even want to think. Well, there aren't that many people...
"Hi, ohmygoshohmygosh, Nick, oooohmygosh." Say what?
"Hey... what's your name?" FLASH, ow.
"Khamendiya." AGH, what?! How do you SPELL that? Is that even a real name?
"I'm sorry, can you help me spell that?" And define it? Hey, she's laughing at me, that ho.
"My nickname's Kammie." Muuuuuuuuuuch better.
"To Kammie, with Love, Nick. There you go, thanks!" Yeah, for making me feel stoo-pid.
"Thank you! Wait, wait! I have something for you!" Yayee, a present, I loveeee presents. "Here, open it!" Well... I probably should be cautious, but, what the hell, why not? Tearin' open the paper, tearin' open the paper... and wow...
"Woah... thanks, I'll use this tonight!" A razor, how... nice... interesting. I actually need one too. How do they KNOW this stuff? Wait, is she trying to tell me something...? She doesn't like the goatee??? I like the goatee! So what, just one fan. Everyone else likes it, right?? Maybe I should ask... no! Why should I ask?! It's my damn face. Hmph.
"Hey Nick! Over here!" Yes yes yes, I'm coming, don't get your underwear in a ruffle. Underwear, ha ha.
"Hey, what's up?" She's pretty... hm... no. I do NOT date fans. Never. Tried it once, and look where it got me. I have one less fan now.
"Hey! Can you please oh please oh please sign this and take a picture with me???"
"Sure. No problem." Oh wait, her mom's here too, she can't be too old. Damn. Not that I was gonna go for it anyways, 'cause I mean, yeah... okay, woah! Hello! Hand on the butt, what is this?! Let's jump away now, "Hey now..."
"Sorry, I couldn't help it, it was a dare!" Sure it was.... right.... okay...
"Uh huh..." Whatever, "I gotta go now, it was nice meeting you...?"
"Sara,"
"Sara, it was nice meeting you."
"You too! Oh yeah, I love your little goatee thing, makes you look MUCH older!" Score. Oh yeah, oh yeah. I would do the happy dance... but... somehow, I don't want pictures of that to get around. Okay, so now what time is it... 7:30?!?!?! NOOOOOOO. Not 7:30 already, sigh. This is not cool. Now I have to go up and get ready. Crappit. I won't even have time to just sit. Eh well... where's my key... I know I put it in my wallet... visa.. no... american express... no... key card... YES!
Now, what to wear... hm... classy blue tie.... or tie with the monkeys... classy blue tie... or tie with the monkeys... Tie with the monkeys, ooooooh yeah. Tie with the monkeys, plus my wonderful orange dress shirt... hm... and... black slacks? Yes, black slacks sound good. And for the hair... spike it? Not spike it? Spike it? Not spike it? Eh, I'll spike it. I look goooooood. Sexy even. Dead sexy. Oh yeah. Hit me, baby one more time. Agh, why is my cell phone ringing?
"Hello?"
"Hi is Nick there?"
"Um... this is he..."
"OH MY GOD, NICK, I LOVE YOU, THIS IS KATIE FROM NORTH DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE-" Click. Who lives in North Dakota? Their population is like, one. And that's that crazy girl I just hung up on. I don't mean to be mean... but... it freaks me out when people call my CELL phone. PERSONAL. If I don't know you, wait till I give you my number to call me. Otherwise, rest assured, I will hang up on you. Hmph, okay, NOW why is my cell phone ringing?
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?"
"Why aren't you here yet???!" Uh oh, this can't be good,
"Um, what time is it...?"
"It's 8:15!"
"Shit, crap, sorry dude, I'll be RIGHT there."
"You are SO lucky Leigh's running late." Yeah yeah yeah, I was expecting that.
"Okay, I'll see you in like two minutes." Click yet again. Okay, now all I have to do is put on my shoes and-- EWWWWW, what the hell?! Who the- shaving cream?! Oh no...
Crappit, crappit, crappit, crappit. Brian's definitely going to have my hide for this one. But it wasn't my fault... I am going to find out who did this... and... they will go DOWN. Revenge is a bitch, my friends, a bitch. Okay... so I have two choices, either I can wear sneakers and look stupid (and smell like a ton of shaving cream), or I can wear these and be uncomfortable.. and smell like a ton of shaving cream... hm... yes I know what I'll do.