Sitting in a hotel room watching TV, how much less rockstar can I get? I'm not sure what city we're in but they are all quite dedicated, so much so that other guests had begun to complain to the hotel management. Like there is anything that we could do, we couldn't just raise our hand and command their silence without having to say a single word. This almost reminds me of a couple of the times we were in Europe and were banned from certain hotels because of all the noise and monetary damage. That was always unfair I thought, it's wasn't our fault, we have no control over what our fans do. I heard the toilet flush and it brought me back to my current situation, sitting in this room with a girl I just met in the hotel bar, Stephanie her name is. She bought me a drink, I've never had a girl do that to me and it made her different, in my eyes, from every other girl I had spent any time with. She walked out and joined me on the couch as I sat there flipping the channels. I stopped when I saw a familiar face, there she was, Brehan and I couldn't help but watch her. She has secured a little place in my brain and the curiosity she evokes was like nothing I had ever had for another girl before. It wasn't sexual, I mean I admit she's beautiful, but it wasn't about that. I just wanted to know what she was like, what made her tick, what made her act the way she does. I heard a giggle and looked over,
"What?" She shrugged,
"I just never imagined celebrities watching E! and getting the latest scoop on other celebs." I shrugged,
"There's nothing else on TV." She nodded and settled back to watch with me as they talked about some party that was a big deal in New York last night. Supermodels, aren't they supposed to be in bed by eight and only eat celery and drink water? Watching Brehan drink a glass of wine and eat some french fries was one more clue that she danced to the beat of her own drummer. Once again, like anytime I think of Brehan, I can't help but think of why she gave me her phone number. Did she really want me to call her? Nancy said it seemed as if she was interested in me in a sexual manner not a friendly get to know you better way by the tone of her voice. Even if I didn't know what she wanted, I didn't believe that for a minute. Maybe she was giving the number to me to give to one of the other guys, Howie or AJ, so she could get to know them better. Yeah, that made alot more sense.
I walked over to the door after grabbing my fourth beer and opened it to see Kevin,
"What's up?" He shook his head and smiled,
"I just came by to check on you. I know how stir crazy you can get. You climbing the walls yet?" I smiled, it was always like Kevin to look out for me, to make sure I was ok. No one else was thinking about me at all I'm sure. Not that it makes them bad, or they didn't care, I mean, I'm twenty-three years old but Kevin seems to have that sense of knowledge that no matter how old someone is they need those little tokens of affection, that it makes them feel good,
"Nah, I'm ok. Come in." I stepped to the side and by the look on his face I knew he saw my pretty guest,
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor, I'll see you-" No, it's really not like that. Hell, she and I hadn't even given each other a look yet,
"No, come in. Come on, you want a beer? Come on man." He smiled at me and made me think I was the most important person at that moment, like a smile of approval or something, it was hard to describe but I know those mean so much to me coming from him. I wonder if he smiles at everyone like that, I hate to be selfish but I hope that it's something I do to make him smile like that. So many times when I was on the rocks with my parents, his support was what pulled me through,
"No-" I shook my head,
"Come on man." He nodded his head,
"Ok." I led him into the room,
"Want a beer?" He shrugged,
"Sure." He smiled at Stephanie,
"Oh, that's Stephanie, Stephanie that's Kevin." I left them as I went off and grabbed a beer from the minibar. Any other time I would have joked with him about owing me for this expensive beer but it didn't seem in the least bit funny at the time,
"So, what have you done tonight?" I asked him. He shook his head,
"Same as you, sat around and done nothing." I nodded and pointed at the chair and he sat down and I sat on the couch with Stephanie. He grilled Stephanie while he drank his beer and I couldn't help but smile, he was good. She probably thought he was just interested and making conversation, what he was really doing was getting a vibe for what she was like. He won't give me his opinion unless I got serious, which I won't, I haven't in three years. So, quickly during the post-girlfriend state I'm in, he learned to keep his mouth shut because he wouldn't be seeing the girl on a regular basis anyway. Before he left I hugged him long and tight and whispered in his ear,
"I love you man." He chuckled,
"Are you drunk?" I shook my head and he could tell I was very coherent and he dropped the smile,
"I love you too baby."
I stood up to answer my cell phone and an unfamiliar number was on the screen,
"Hello?"
"Hi Nick, it's Jennifer." Jennifer, who is Jennifer? Damn, why do I give my number out so much,
"Um hi." I have no idea who this is,
"Remember me from the Playboy party a few weeks ago?" A few weeks ago, Playboy party, the girl that sucked my dick,
"Oh yeah, yeah. What's up?" I almost said her name but I didn't want to do that in front of Stephanie. I walked over and grabbed another beer out of the minibar, it wasn't that I really wanted one, I just needed a reason to step away from her.
"Nothing much. Just calling to see how you were doing?" I hated when people did this. They don't really have a thing to talk about, they just call.
"I'm fine but I'm on the phone with my mom right now." My mom, the one who said it wasn't right to lie when I was a kid. Sorry mom.
"Oh, ok." She sounded disappointed and I'm sorry for that but I really don't want to talk on the phone right now. As I walked back over to my guest and sat down, it hit me, I did not give her my phone number that night. I meant to, but I never saw her again, we left pretty much after I had that little run in with Brehan. Great, she probably thought I wouldn't remember who I gave my number too. I know I give it alot but I once I see a face or think about a situation I can remember. I felt Stephanie's hand on my thigh and looked over,
"Are you ok?" I nodded and licked my lips,
"Can I kiss you?" She nodded her head and smiled,
"Of course." I need something to get my mind off Jennifer. My hand slowly slid up her body and I cupped her breast, when I squeezed and she moaned I knew she was into feeling good tonight and that I was going to get the distraction I needed.
Chapter 20
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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