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I open my eyes slowly. I have no idea what time it is, or what day it is, or what year it is, or what...I'll stop now.

My head hurts. It feels like someone just decided to place the planet Earth or something inside my head. If not the Earth, than at least the moon, cause it hurts like hell.

I have to close my eyes, and then open them again, looking around in my room, trying to get used to the bright light that's coming in through the windows.

I'm finally able to see again, and I look around to see if I can find my clothes.

Wait a minute.

Something is wrong here.

This is definately not my room.

I can feel someone behind me, shifting in the bed, and I turn over.

FUCK IT.

*****

I close the door to the mini frigde and turn on the tv. Today we have the day off, believe it or not.

Nick hasn't returned yet, and I am starting to worry.

It's not like him to do things like this. Well, it is like him to walk right out of a fight, but it's not like him to stay away all night. He usually comes home after a while.

Maybe he slept somewhere else.

It is possible.

And I hope that it was AJ. I don't want Kevin or Howie to know that me and Nick are having problems. I don't want them to know that Nick didn't spend the night with me. And I don't want them to know that Nick might not love me after all.

*****

I get out of the bed so fast I fall on the floor.

"SHIT" I yell, and AJ opens his eyes. When he sees me, he reacts in the same way as I did, and fall to the floor as well.

The two of us get slowly up from the floor, and stare at each other.

Thank God, we're both wearing our underwear. I close my eyes, trying to think. What the fuck happened last night.

"Nick?" he says, questioning.

"Yeah" I reply, and open my eyes to look at him.

"Do you remember anything?" he asks, and I shake my head. "Me neither" he says.

I nod, and look around in the room. All of our clothes are spread on the floor, and from the looks of it, we had sex. But then there's the underwear. We were both drunk last night, and I don't think we'd bothered to take on clothes again when we were done, if we'd had sex. So I come to the conclusion that we didn't.

"Not much anyway" he adds, and I look at him.

"What do you remember?" I ask, needing to know.

"I remember you kissing me, and me kissing you back. From there it all gets kinda blury."

"OK, that sounds true." I say.

"But we could have done more..." he says, close to a whisper.

"Your ass hurt?" I suddenly ask, and he looks at me, a questionmark written all over his face.

"Does your ass hurt" I say again.

"No" he replies, and suddenly he seems to be getting it. "No it doesn't"

"Well, since mine doesn't hurt either, that means we didn't have sex. Now, there are of course other things we could have done, but let's not think about that. If we don't remember, then that's good."

He nods.

"Never mention this to anybody" he says, and I nod. "Oh, believe me, I won't tell a soul" I say with a grin.

We start to get dressed, and silently come to the agreement that we will never talk about this again.

*****

Something is wrong.

I have no idea what it is, but something is definately wrong.

Nick spent the night in AJ's room, sleeping on the couch. It doesn't look like him and AJ are the best of friends though, the way they look at each other, and try to avoid being near each other.

Kinda like the way Nick is with me. Sure, he came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek earlier, just so that no one would know that something was wrong.

But after that he's been staying away from me, and I don't know why.

Sure, we had a fight. All couples do. We just need to talk about it. Talk about what was said, and what we can do to change things.

He's sitting next to Kevin right now, and I decide I should ask AJ what the heck is going on.

He looks at me like I'm the plague when I sit down next to him, but only for a second. Then he smiles, and look at me through the sunglasses he just put on. Or at least I think he's looking at me, I can't really tell.

"AJ" I say, and he replies with a simple 'yeah?'.

I ask him what's up with Nick, but he won't say, claims he doesn't know. But Nick has to have told him something, but what he said, AJ won't tell.

Then I ask him what's up between him and Nick, and I swear to God he almost fell off his chair.

"Nothin, he's just grumpy cause I hid his clothes and stuff like that. You know how Nick can be in the morning."

I nod, because I know that very well. He can be grumpy as hell, but he can also be the most loving guy in the world.

I have to try and talk to him.

*****

Brian wants to talk to me, but I can't face him. Not after what I did last night.

He keeps begging for forgiveness through the door, keep asking me to open it.

I got my room back tonight, as our families are staying in a different hotel.

Brian is outside, and I swear to God if he doesn't quiet down, the whole hotel is going to find out we're having troubles.

"I don't want to talk to you right now" I say, and walk away from the door, ignoring his pleas. I know he thinks it's something he has done, but it's not. I can't face him, not now, not tonight.

Maybe tomorrow.

*****

It's always me who gets dragged into this shit.

First Nick comes to my room last night because of a fight with Brian, and we end up kissing.

Now, an hour ago, Brian came to me, all in tears cause Nick won't even talk to him.

I know very well why Nick doesn't wanna talk to him. It's because of this little make-out session we had. So I guess I owed it to Brian to hang with him.

That is why I am here, sitting in this bar, trying not to drink too much, watching Brian drowning his sorrows.

Feels like a deja vu, except for the part where Brian isn't kissing me.

Right now he's having a conversation with the bartender, in between his drinking. I can't even look at him directly anymore.

I know he's noticed that, and I know that he will ask me what's wrong. What I don't know is what I am going to answer him.

He's stopped talking, and now he's staring at me, and I know the question is coming.

The blood is racing through my head as he moves closer, and I can see the question on his lips, and I know it is coming.

He looks at me, something shining in his eyes, and here it comes.

He kisses me!

 

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