We climbed off the plane and collected out bags. "Hey, me and AJ are going clubbin later... wanna come?" Nick offered me.

My heart cried out yes, but my mind said a firm NO. Taresa would want to go with too, and I know a night with the three of us could only end in tears for me. Faking a yawn I said, "No thanks, but why don't you bring Taresa? I think she can handle it... she had about three cokes before we left." I looked up and again caught the brief trace of pain in Howie's eyes. I wished there was something I could do to cheer him up, "Howie, can I have a ride to the hotel? I don't see the cab." I gave my best "Miss America" smile and prayed it worked.

"Actually, my car's not here - I was planning on getting a ride with Brian."

The mention of his name sent a shiver up my spine. I shook it off, what was wrong with me? "Oh, ok, well..." I hesitated. Did I want to go with him? I was confused about my feelings toward him. After a bit of thought I glanced over and saw Brian looked hurt, "In that case, Brian, can I have a ride?"

"Sure," he said, taking one of my bags. I began to protest but he insisted. We headed toward his BMW.

"So what do you guys have planned for tonight?" I asked as we climbed into his BMW.

"I don't know... sleep?" Brian suggested, even though he didn't look tired to me.

"Why don't we rent videos?" I suggested. Brian didn't respond, "Hello, earth to Brian!"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure," he stuttered. He looked a bit happier, I was glad. I hate seeing people sad.

"How 'bout you, Howie?" I asked.

"Actually, I'm rather tired. I'll catch you later, 'k?" he said as we pulled up infront of his house and stopped. He climbed out and waved goodbye.

"Hang on, Brian," I said climbing out. I turned around quickly and saw tears in Brian's eyes. I realized that he must like me... what an idiot I am! Now he must think that I like... "Howie, wait up!" I called.

He waited paciently at the door. "You ok?" I asked.

He sighed, "Look, I appreaciate the effort, but I'll be fine... right now I think there's someone else you should be worried about," he motioned toward the car.

I gave him a hug, "I'll see you tommorrow." I walked back to the BMW and climbed in, with quite a bit of explaining and even more questions. We sat silently for a while. It was getting to me. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I wasn't sure how I felt. I wanted to ask how he felt, but I wasn't sure I could stomache it. All I knew was that I couldn't stand seeing him like this. "Brian?" I asked causiously. He didn't answer. I tapped him on the knee, making him jump, "Brian, are you ok?"

He gave me a weak smile, "I'm fine." OMG! He's a worst liar than me!

"C'mon Brian you're obviously not. What's going on? Is it me? Because if you don't want to -"

"No, I want to, but I... what do you think about Nick?"

The question caught me completely off gaurd. "I don't know... I try not to." Gee, there's a bright answer.

"Do you still...?"

I knew what he was asking, but I wasn't sure what I was feeling. "I don't know... I really don't, but what I do know is that I plan on having fun this weekend. With or without Nick." He didn't look too content with my answer, but it would have to do. It was the only one I had.

We went to his house and watched videos. I finally got to my hotel at 11:30 pm.

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