CHAPTER FIVE:
I woke up, and groggily threw my arms out to either side, and unexpectedly swiping past a piece of flimsy paper with my left thumb. Opening my eyes sleepily, I attempted to read what was scrawled upon it. A coffee stain decorated the top left hand corner homely.
Out with your agent, trying to get you a singing deal in your new movie, PPP. Love, Mom.
I sighed, and my throat was obscenely parched. Thundering down the stairs, I opted for a tantalizingly fresh water bottle. Downing it quickly, my thirst oddly was not quenched. Wheezing slightly and bit whoozy, I settled myself onto the fluffy couch. Turning on the TV, I outright gasped, exceedingly loud.
Nick, Joe, and Kevin were on Fox News, decked out in their usual fashion forward gear. My heart flopped - it almost felt like Nick was here, staring straight into my eyes. I could've swooned.
"So, Nick, its a known fact among your fans you have diabetes. How you manage with such a stressful life?"
I craned my neck, listening intently.
"My brothers really support me, everyday, and I just pray and God helps me through each trial. I know my fans are out there, just supporting me as well, so I know I'm never alone. Their dedication really keeps me going, you know?"
I switched the channel ferociously.
I wish he knew I was his biggest fan.
Nick's POV
Walking off the set, Nick trailed after Joe.
"Hey man, can we talk for a second?"
"Sure, Nick. 'Bout what?" Joe had stuffed a large bagel into his mouth.
"Listen, you know when they asked you about Demi? You don't like her, do you?" Nick asked hesitantly.
Joe laughed, spewing bagel crumbs all over Nick's blazer.
"No way, why?" His eyebrow was raised suspiciously.
"Its just - well, I think she likes you," Nick shuffled his feet, eyes downcast.
"Ha! Can't say I blame her."
He stalked off toward Kevin, leaving Nick still by the food cart.
"Would you like a croissant? They're fresh from Demi!"
Nick whipped around, to see an elderly lady wearing an apron and chef's hat.
"What?"
"You know, Demi, our chef? He's french, knows all about the art of making splendid croissants -"
Just my luck, he thought miserably.
