~ Chapter 2 ~
Marathon, Florida
"Oh no you're not!" Kiri pulled the video game cartridges out of Nick's suitcase and dumped them on the bed. "You are not bringing your playstation with you on this trip."
Nick crossed his arms and pouted at her. "Who died and left you queen bee?"
"Carter, don't piss me off," Kiri warned, standing above him with her hands on her hips. "We're going on this trip to relax and have fun with our friends. You are not going to be sitting in the house playing video games."
"What if it rains?" Nick whined petulantly.
Kiri straddled his lap. "Baby, I know plenty of other games that we can play."
She grinded suggestively across his lap and Nick immediately brightened.
"I love those games, Kiwi."
Kiwi was his pet name for her and always managed to make Kiri smile.
Nick ran his hands up and down her back. His lips were puckered up, waiting for a kiss.
Kiri kissed his eager mouth and smiled. "I love them, too. But if you bring your video games, I'm withholding nookie for the entire week."
Nick eye's widened. "You wouldn't dare..."
"Try me."
Nick backed down. "Aight. I know you would do it, just to prove your point. You're gonna make a good lawyer some day."
Kiri got off his lap and put the video games away. "I know."
Kirianastasia Louella Sinclair was her full name. She believed that her parents must've either hated her or they were smoking some major drugs to have come up with a horrible name like that. She told everyone to call her Kiri and rarely told a soul her real name.
It had taken her three months to tell Nick her real name and then he teased her about it for weeks, telling her that it sounded like a disease.
Nick and Kiri been dating Nick for a little over a year and had finally moved in with him after her 21st birthday two months earlier. They shared a spacious three-bedroom home in a gated community in Marathon, Florida.
Kiri was only a mere 5', but made up for her height with her strong personality. She had long brown hair that reached the middle of her back, hazel eyes that turned green whenever she got angry and a laugh that made Nick tingle all over.
Kiri and Nick had met quite by accident. She loved to tell the story, he didn't.
Why? Because it was embarrassing, he said, and people always laughed at him.
So here it is.
Kiri, who lived in a small town near Hartford, Connecticut, had been having dinner at the restaurant of the Goodwin Hotel with her family in February 2000. She had gone to use the washroom when a very drunk Nick stumbled into the ladies washroom and proceeded to pull out his penis and pee all over the floor.
Kiri had stared at him in shock and disgust.
"Excuse me, but you're in the WOMEN'S washroom," Kiri said in disgust. She was trying hard not to look south.
Nick burped and looked at her through bleary eyes. "Am not. You followed me in here. Get out."
Who the hell is this smartass? she thought. Good-looking smartass though. God she hated men like him.
"You get out, asshole. This is the women's bathroom."
"Ain't," Nick slurred. "Don call me an asshole, you bitch."
He stumbled to the door, his penis still hanging out of his pants and pulled it open. His mouth dropped open in horror as his blurred vision settled on the words on the door.
"Oh shit…"
Kiri stifled a laugh. "At least you didn't shit all over the floor."
Nick let the door close and marched towards her, his penis swinging back and forth. "Don't you tell anyone 'bout this. I don wanna be in the 'Quirer t'morrow."
Kiri could no longer help herself. His manhood was growing increasingly bigger with each passing moment and she had to look. "Umm…why would the Enquirer care that I stood in the ladies washroom and spoke to some drunk blonde guy with his dick hanging out of his pants?" she asked in amusement.
" ' Cause I'm a Backstreet Boy," Nick said proudly then blanched.
Had she said that his dick…? No no no! He looked down quickly and almost zipped up his penis in his haste to hide it from Kiri's interested gaze.
His face went bright red and he muttered some expletives that Kiri couldn't hear.
Kiri cracked up, no longer able to hold it in. "You're a Backstreet Boy?"
She peered at him closely and finally realized who he was. " Oh man, this is just too rich! Wait'll I tell my friends that I saw Nick Carter's dick!"
She walked towards the door, but Nick stopped her.
"NO!!!!!!!" he screeched, grabbing her arm. "You can't tell anyone. I'm already the subject of so much gossip. I can't take anymore…please…"
Something in his eyes, the sadness, the vulnerability and the self-consciousness that she had seen had stopped her cold and her heart had gone out to him. Kiri felt that was the moment that she had fallen for him, and had lovingly told Nick so.
She had gone to his room the next day and they had spent the next two days talking and getting to know each other.
Kiri was stubborn. Nick had wanted her to drop everything and go on tour with him, but she said no. He then had asked her to move to Florida to live with him, but she said no. She wasn't ready to give up everything for a guy that may or may not be a passing fancy.
Nick finished the Millennium tour in March 2000 and went to visit Kiri in Connecticut. Her parents and sisters liked him, but her brother didn't trust him. "He's a player, Kiri, I can tell," he had told her. "Watch him closely."
Kiri had ignored Damon's warning. Nick really seemed to like her and she liked him a lot. The more she got to know Nick, the more she wanted the relationship to work out. She had spent the summer with him in Florida. He had been busy recording BSBs next album, but he had spent all his free time with her.
In January of this year, Kiri finally went on tour with Nick. It was tiring, but she managed.
Nick wanted to move from Apollo Beach to the Keys so he could be closer to his father. When Kiri finally agreed to move in with him, he bought them a house in the Keys.
She hadn't yet regretted her decision and they were as happy as could be.
Sheer Will is a work of fiction. Any characters and/or events resembling actuality are merely coincidence. All contents are copyrighted to its author and no part may be reproduced or used. © 2001 by Marie-Alicia Carlos. All rights reserved.
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