| Aimee's life was over. There was no other way of putting it. She'd just ruined the bond she had with every single person in the world that she cared about. That one night with Nick had messed up everything. She couldn't talk to Jennie anymore- she'd slept with the man she had her eye on. She couldn't talk to Brian anymore- he was her ex-boyfriend, and she'd slept with his best friend. She couldn't talk to John anymore- she'd slept with another man. She couldn't talk to Nick anymore- she'd slept with him! Not that she'd talked to him much in the first place. But, now, suddenly, she didn't want anything more than to talk to him. She wasn't sure why, exactly. But she did know that every time the phone rang, she prayed it was him. Not that she was answering her phone anymore. Everytime it jingled, she reached for the receiver, then she realized that the only people who could possibally be calling her were John, Brian, or Jennie. Or possibally Nick. But that was unlikely, seeing as that he probably still hated her. Come to think of it, the only reason he slept with her, most likely, was because she appeared at his house dressed like a prostitute. Meaning he had no feelings what-so-ever for her. But that didn't matter! Because she didn't have feelings for him, either. She just wanted to talk to him, to make sure that he wasn't about to tell anyone. Like Brian! The thought of Nick telling Brian hadn't occured to Aimee before. Now that it did, it struck fear in her heart. A big, scary kind of fear. She wasn't sure why. She and Brian were over. No more Aimee and Brian. No more perfect couple. No more jokes about getting married. No more romantic nights in his hotel room, sleeping in each other's arms, but never taking off any clothes. No more feeding each other lunch, and laughing at each other's jokes, and running up hundred dollar phone bills when he was on tour. Now it was Brian and Leighanne. And Aimee and John. But not for long. The Aimee and John part, anyway. Not after he found out about Nick. Which he would, eventually. Because Jennie was bound to find out eventually. And Jennie would tell John, because John was Jennie's old best friend. Which meant the end of Aimee and John. And Aimee could just tell what would happen after that. John would find someone new, and never think of her again. Jennie would hate her forever, and she'd lose her best friend. Brian would find out, and never want to speak to Aimee again, but he'd invite her to his wedding with Leighanne anyway, just because he wanted her to suffer. And Nick would fall in love with someone else entirely, and completely forget about Aimee. She sighed, and leaned her head down on one hand. She'd just completely ruined everything. A tear dripped down her cheek. Then another one. And one more, until they were streaming freely from her eyes. The phone rang. Aimee picked it up. "Hello?" She choked through her tears. Then she remembered that she wasn't answering the phone any more. But it was a little late now. She'd already greeted whomever was on the other line. "Uh, Aimee? Hi. This is, uh, Nick." Nick hadn't been doing much better than Aimee. He'd been sitting at his kitchen table ever since Brian left his house, his head in his hands, staring down at the place mat under his elbows. How could he have done anything so stupid? Not that sleeping with Aimee had felt stupid at the time. Actaully, it had felt like the best thing that had ever happened to him. Well, maybe not ever. But in a long, long time. A few days ago, if someone had told him that he was going to have slept with the same girl that pulled him into the pool, and had screamed at him for one simple comment, and had prank called him, he would have laughed. Even more, if someone had said that the next day, he would be sitting at home, wondering whether or not he was falling in love with her, he would have laughed hard enough to pop a vein, or whatever it was people said happened when someone laughed too hard. But, despite all that, here he was. Stressing out about his feelings for Aimee. Was he just excited about their last night together? Just enjoying the prospect of someone like Aimee liking him. Or, maybe he was in love with her. He couldn't really be having feelings like these for his best friend's ex-girlfriend, did he? Not after Brian had showed up at his door today, and told him flat out that he was still in love with her. That visit from Brian had been one of the most uncomfortable situations of his life. He was sitting there, spilling his heart out about how he still loved his ex, even though his new girlfriend was over at his house, waiting for him. And all Nick could do while Brian talked was aviod his eyes and try not to burst out with some comment like, "I know how you fell. I'm in love with her, too!" Now, he was sitting there, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything else, except Aimee. Sighing, he reached for the phone. There wasn't anything else he could think of to do. He needed to talk to her. He needed to know how she felt. He needed, as pathetic as it sounds, to hear her voice. He dialed the number with shaking hands. How could he be so patheitc? He was literally excited about hearing her talk. He honestly couldn't wait to hear her speak. What was wrong with him? She picked up the phone. "Hello?" She asked, Nick's heart skipped. Seriously! He cursed silently at himself. How could he possiablly be such a loser? "Uh, Aimee? This is, uh, Nick." |