| Chapter Four Whitney : Nikki opened the door to the house she and Abs shared. My mouth hung open as I walked inside. It opened into their large living room decorated with tan leather couches and chairs, a huge entertainment system, and Abs DJ equipment. That led into the kitchen. An island sat in the middle, bar stools placed around it. "Whitney, this is Abs. Abs, Whitney." Nikki introduced us, moving my attention from the house to her. Abs stepped out from beside her toward me. He held out his hand. I stood there, just looking at him. "Hey," he smiled. My brain was telling me to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. "Nikki's told me so much about you." "I...I wish I could say the same," I smiled, finally remembering how to talk. I shook his hand. I looked over at Nikki and gave her a why-didn't- you-mention-this-before look. She just raised her eyebrows and smiled. "So what took you guys so long to get back?" Abs said, taking his place back with Nikki, slipping an arm casually around her waist. "Oh you know, flight got in late, all that stuff," I explained. "Did you happen to see my mate J? I don't know if you'd recognize him." Abs asked. "Yeah, actually," I kinda laughed. "I sat next to him on the plane." "Ah, that's cool, cool," Abs smiled. I defintely have to talk to Nikki about this boy. Mmmm Mmm. :) Nikki : I saw Whitney was a bit starstruck. I guess when I talked to her on the phone and told her I was living with my boyfriend I could have been a bit more specific. I moved away from Abs grasp to give Whitney the tour. I showed her the living room, kitchen, our rooms, and her room, the guest room. The guest room was a very nice place. The room was exceptionally large with a huge sliding glass door that led out onto the small patio. It was nice. I sometimes wished our room was in there, just for the romantic fact of the patio. "You didn't tell me you lived with...with...him," Whitney mumbled when we were upstairs. "Its not that big of a deal, Whit," I laughed. "Not that big of a deal?!"Whitney exclaimed. "Chill," I whispered. "He's normal. Just like you and me." "Okay, okay, no problem, normal. Normal. Normal popstar. Normal gorgeous popstar..." Whitney mumbled to herself, taking deep breaths as she exited the room. I laughed to myself as I followed her. Chapter Five... |