| Chapter Four Whitney: Somehow we managed to get back to the flat I shared with Ritchie, Abs, and J. Nikki finally contained her giggles when we walked through the door and collapsed on the couch. "Oh my god," she sighed. "That's the funniest thing that has ever happened to me in my life." I laughed a bit, which made her laugh again. "Could we shut up about the damn Harrod's thing?" Abs shouted, stopping us. "Geeze, Abs, what you got up your butt?" Nikki asked, sitting up and looking at him. J joined me by my side. Ritchie sat on the couch by Nikki. "You most of the time!" he exclaimed, storming out of the room. A second later his door slammed and I winced. Nikki sighed deeply and sunk back into the couch. I looked at her. "What?" she asked. I raised my eyebrows. "Fhiiiiine I'll go talk to him." She forced herself up on the couch. "Do you want me to come?" Ritchie asked, getting up and starting to follow her. "No, that's okay Ritchie," she called after him. He stopped and sauntered into the kitchen, mumbling to himself. I laughed and turned back around, wrapping my arms around J. Nikki: I knocked on Abs' door. This was the last thing I wanted to do but I knew if I didn't Whitney would make me. There was no response so I knocked again a bit louder. "Go away," Abs shouted from inside. "I'm not going away Abidin," I yelled. "Open the door." "It's open," he replied, a bit softer this time. I opened the door to find him sitting on the edge of his bed going through a couple of CDs. "What do you want?" he asked. "Look, Abs, you know this is very uncharacteristic of me," I started, rolling my eyes. "but..." "Wait, you're telling me you are coming in here to apologize?" he set down the cds, looking at me. "Whitney's making me," I adverted my eyes. "Wait, wait, I've gotta tape this," Abs jumped up and opened his closet, rummaging through it. "Abs, I don't have time for this," I crossed my arms in front of me. "No no, just one sec," he said. He pulled out a small tape recorder. "A ha." He walked toward me and pushed 'record'. "Say it," he commanded. "No!" I exclaimed. "Sayyyy it," he said, waving the recorder in front of his face. "Whiiiitney!" he called. "I'msorry," I said quickly all together. Abs jumped up a bit. "Thank you," he replied, shutting off the recorder and sitting back on his bed. "You can go now." "Is this what you turn into when you become a popstar? Because I don't want to be one if it is," I sighed, leaning against the door frame. "No, this is what happens when you turn into a popstar and is annoyed by a hairdresser all day long." Abs replied just as quick. "You couldn't do my job if you tried," I shot back. "Cut a few snips of hair? Please. Like you could do mine?" "Sing, dance, wink. That's about what your career boils down to, am I wrong?" "Yeah, actually," Abs picked up a magazine from the floor and opened it. "Whatever Abs," I replied, exiting the room. Ritchie: I saw Nikki coming out of Abs' room. "H-hey," I said as she passed the kitchen. "How'd it go?" "Normal Abs behavior," she sighed, making her way to the living room. "Whit, I'm going home." she announced, picking up her coat from a lone chair and putting it on. "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow," Whitney replied from her place on the couch laying against J. "Bye," Nikki said, opening the door and heading out. "Bye!" I shouted after her as she closed the door. Chapter Five... |