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Chapter 7:
"Are you gonna miss me?" JC asked as we stood in the airport, both in full `camouflage' to keep fans from noticing us and storming us.
"You know it," I answered innocently, but you know I would.
"Oh shit," he said as he pulled his hand from his pocket with an electric keycard in hand, "I forgot to drop this off at the front desk when we left the hotel."
"That's ok," I replied as I took the key, "I'll drop it off, but what do you want me to do with your car?"
"I usually have it shipped to Orlando, since that's where I am most of the time, but you can use it."
"That's alright," I said as I put the keycard in my pocket. "I'll drive back to hotel, it saves me money for the cab I'd have to take, or for the phone call for a limo, but then I'll send it to Orlando. Call me tonight, you have my number, and tell what shipping agency and where to send and whatnot, ok?"
"Ok," he smiled and I melted, again. We hugged, that's all we could do in public and he handed me the keys to his car. They called his flight number. "Bye."
"Later," I replied as he began to walk off. We're lucky we got a flight so soon. I walked out of the airport and got into his car, surprisingly without anyone noticing me. I drove to his hotel and walked inside.
"Yes?" the clerk at the desk replied rather snobby. I took off my sunglasses and hat and he began to spurt apologies left and right. I had to bite me lip to keep from laughing. I explained how Josh forgot to drop off the key, I gave it to him and started to leave, but he stopped me. "Oh, wait, sir, there is a message for your friend Mr. Chasez. It's from a Mr. Daly."
"Carson Daly?" I asked. He nodded and handed me the message that he had written down while we were gone, probably some special NSync is doing for MTV, I assumed. I thanked him and left.
-Later that night-
It was a rather uneventful day, I'm still recovering from the album launch party from last night, I guess.
Things started to look up when the phone began to ring.
"Hello," I answered the phone.
"Hey, what happened?" Nick, always the nosy type.
"Not much," I answered, "at least... not much at first. I passed out from everything I had to drink and slept at his hotel room. We woke up and I got mad because he had to leave, it was big misunderstanding, but then we, well, you know..."
"You did the nasty after one day?!?" he said bewildered. "You slut..."
"Well, it's none of your business, but he is good in bed..."
"Spare me the gross details," he replied. Nick wasn't gay, obviously, and though he wasn't bigoted, he didn't want to know everything about being gay.
Suddenly I got a beep.
"Gotta go, got beeped, that's him..." I said hurriedly, "I'll call you tomorrow, we can do something after I do my talk show route, okay?"
We said our goodbyes and quickly switched to the other person.
"Yeah," I said.
"Hey, do you miss me?" Josh's voice came from the receiver.
"Of course," I said, "hey, you got a message at the hotel, it's from Carson Daly."
"Oh...um...did you read it...?" he asked kinda warily.
"No, want me to read it to you?"
"Um..." he paused for a moment, "yeah, but first hear me out. There was reason I was in the Green Room at MTV Studios the other day, I was waiting for the show end, because, well, I know you might like this, but I was dating Carson..."
A ton of bricks hit me.
"Wait a sec, you were dating Carson and hitting on me?" I asked.
"No, I dumped him a few days before that because he is so overprotective that he smothers me," he explained, "I was there to pick some stuff he had for me. I just want you to know that he's tried to pick me up since then, and, um that's how I got to your party... I uh, went with Carson, he got me in since I wasn't on the list, but the only reason I did it was because I had to see you again, and..."
"So, as of last night you were still dating Carson?" I asked.
"No, of course not, I was..."
"...using him?" I interrupted.
"No, listen, I..."
"Well, the message just says he wants you to call him," I said I finally looked at the piece of paper.
"Mike, you gotta..."
"Ok, listen, I got a beep, it's Nick, I have to talk to him, business stuff, I'll call you tomorrow."
I hung up, Nick didn't call, I just needed to think. First he lied about his name, then he used Carson to get to me at the party, and then he didn't tell me he was leaving the next day. When you add it up, it doesn't make him look good. It makes him look like all he wanted was a good fuck from someone else.
I sprawled out across my bed in my Manhattan loft, which had just had major renovations done to it, and sighed heavily. So far this everything I've known about Josh has had something wrong with it.
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