Chapter    4

Lindsay must have fallen asleep in the limo because when she awoke, Nick was carrying her up the stairs to her room. She kept her eyes closed, and snuggled against his shoulder, breathing in his Gravity cologne. He crossed her tiny room and gently laid her on the bed, covering her up with a blanket. He reached down and gently brushed a lock of hair away from her forehead.

"No" Nicks mind told him as he watched her sleeping peacefully. "She is your best friend. You cant start feeling this way about her. Besides, your always on tour. You cant have a relationship. You would only end up hurting her."

"But will you end up hurting yourself if you dont tell her?" His heart added "Youve felt this way for over a year now. And its not going away. It only gets stronger every time you see her."

He sighed and kissed her gently on her cheek. He walked out trying to convince himself that he really didnt love her.

* * *

Lindsay sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "God, why cant i just tell him how i feel about him?" She thought after Nick had left.

"You know why you wont tell him" She answered herself outloud. "He could never love you. Hes got millions of girls throwing themselves at him every day. Why would he want you?"

She sighed again as she looked around her Crakcer jack box she liked to call her room. She thought about her whole life, compared to his. Here he was, famous, living in a mansion on the rich side on town, and she was in ghettoville. "But he doesnt care" He heart gently told her. "Hes your prince charming and you know it."

She shook her head. "Prince Charming only marries princesses. And Im not Cinderella."

* * *

Nick walked down the stairs to find Mrs. McNeil and tell her what happened to Lindsay. He walked into the tiny kitchen, hoping she would be in there. He noticed a note on the table with a beautiful heart locket beside it. Curious, he picked it up and read it.

Honey,

Im sorry i had to let you know like this, but I got offered a job over in Paris. They paid for me to go to Paris for 2 weeks to try it out, and if i like it, I can have the job. Im sorry i had to do this to you on your birthday, but I really need this job. It pays more money than we need. I will call as soon as i get to Paris. Have a great time with Nick. Love ya.

P.S. Here is your birthday present. I hope you like it.

"Ok, so she will be alone for 2 weeks?" Nick wondered out loud. "Thats stupid, she should stay at my house."

"Nick, why are you talking to yourself?" he asked himself.

"Ok, now your having a conversation with yourself" He shook his head, glad there was noone around to witness his little mental lapse there for a second.

He grabbed the phone and dialed Brians number.

"If your not an insanly georgous woman, im gonna be pissed at whoever this is for wakin me up." Brians tried voice answered.

Nick Laughed "Frick?"

"No its the tooth fairy." Brian yawned. "What do you want?"

"Can you come over to Lindsays? I need to talk to you."

"About..." Brain yawned again.

"Lindsay." Nick answered

Brian groaned as he rolled out of bed, knowing how Nick felt about her. "You owe me" he said as he hung up.