Chapter 7
Nick's POV
I'm about to order take out for dinner, considering I wasn't in the mood to really cook and I'm not that good anyway. I was dying for some chinese for once. I don't normally have chinese food, but sometimes I like to pork away.
Thankfully chinese is not that bad for you, but I will do some running on the treadmill in my hotel room just in case I can't get my blood sugar levels down.
I know it seems weird to have a treadmill, but I have a special room, it's not just one... it's like 2 big rooms. I paid a little extra, but I always did anyway. So I have the gym part of the room, and then my bedroom. The gym part is next the kitchen and sitting area.
Technically I rent this room, so this room is always reserved for me. It's like a third home, if I count the one I used to live in when I was younger. I use this room whether I'm staying in New York. I know the owners really well.
Anyway so today was weird.
I mean, I don't know if it will get weirder... but it was almost surreal getting a call from Dianna. She's great, but it felt weird. Why would she want to meet up with me when Demi wants nothing to do with me anymore?
It's strange all of sudden that she's got in touch with me when it's been since November 2010 that Demi spoke to me... and it's now March 2012. Nearly 2 years have gone by.
But I guess it's something major... maybe Demi's actually got bad again and she wants to ask me for help? I don't know.
My stomach rumbled. Right well I better order food.
I picked up my cellphone from the table and dialled the number that I knew so well for New York Asian, which also was a sushi takeaway place too.
"Hello this is New York Asian Takeaway how may I help you?" I recognised the Chinese man's voice who I had spoken to before, but never catched his name.
"Hi there. Could I order number 11, chicken peanut satay, erm.. number 98, crispy chilli beef and... the plain chow mein please."
"Okay... that's number 11, 98 and err...151. Okay got it. Anything else?"
"No thank you. Could you deliver it please?"
"Err yes... what's your address?"
"Paramount Hotel, 235 West 46th Street." There was a pause.
"Paramount Hotel yes?"
"Yeah."
"Okay yes. Your order shall be there in about 10 to 15 minutes.. ok?"
"Yes thank you that's fine."
"Okay bye bye."
I know it seems weird, but whether I talk to someone that works at a restaurant or any place where they're trying and earn a living, I always wonder if I could have ended up like that. I mean I wouldn't mind, but I can imagine it's a poor suffering for some when they have so little money. I'm glad that I am one of those people though that didn't let the fame go to my head, unlike some famous people.
I hated how I get treated like I'm something better than people who aren't famous. I think it's really unfair sometimes.
I'm just as successful as a high paid lawyer or businessman... but their work is never seen by anybody because it's a typical job. But it's still successful.
I mean I'm 19 for christs sake! Why do I get treated like royalty all the time? Or at least most of the time. It doesn't make any sense to me.
To pass some time over for a little bit I decided to go into the bedroom part of the suite and picked up my guitar that was by the window, it was my oldest acoustic guitar that I always took with me. I also had my electric guitar in the cupboard, but that was for gigs.
I started playing some random shizzle on it when I heard my phone ringing in the living area. So I put the guitar down on the bed and ran to it.
I picked it up and it was once again, another number I didn't recognise. What was with this happening all of a sudden?
I answered the call, "Hello?"
"Hey Nick... it's er, me... Demi."
I froze.
Was I dreaming? Had this whole day been a dreaming?
Holy crap what do I say?
I cleared my throat and spoke very quietly, "Oh hi Demi..."
"How's it going? Everything been okay?"
"Good... ahem, yeah good. H-how about you?"
"Fine. It's strange to hear your voice again..." She was breathing slightly heavily into the phone, it felt weird. Her voice sounded quite husky.
"Yeah.. it's been a while since you er, left."
"I know. I'm real sorry I haven't called or texted you."
"It's fine, I erm... totally understand." I was pacing round the room out of nerves. I was surprised I hadn't said anything stupid yet...
"Thank you for understanding Nick. I er... I have erm... missed you."
Nick sighed, "I have missed you too Dem... so much."
There was a pause... she must be finding this difficult.
"I know you have... and I really really am sorry for leaving you like that."
"Why are you apologising? It's not your fault."
"It kind of is... I didn't really give you an option."
"Look Demi... all I've ever wanted is for you to be okay... and if it meant not talking to me, then I would gladly wait for you."
"Aw man... you really have to say things like that don't you? You're too good to me you... you're so precious."
I chuckled, "I'm not good enough!"
"Oh please... you did all you could Nick. I really wish I could hug you right now."
"Oh Dem... me too. You don't know how much. It's killing me that I haven't seen your face in so long, you're beautiful face."
"I've missed your face too... you've always had such a lovely face."
I was probably smiling like an idiot by now.
She then said, "Hopefully I will see you soon, yeah?"
"As long as it's okay with you."
"Yeah... it is."
Oh gosh I wish I could just cradle her in my arms right now... kiss her and tell her everything's going to be okay.
But obviously I can't.
But man I hope I can soon... she's just so perfect to me.
"Okay, great. Let me know when you are... we don't have to see it each other until you know you're completely ready. "
"Stop worrying about me Nick. It will be fine. I want to see you, really."
"Okay okay fine.. I'll stop being doctor Nick." I swear once I said that, I could almost hear her smile.. maybe even a slight giggle.
"It's great to hear your voice again. Speak soon... Jick Nonas."
I chuckled, I couldn't help it. Just like old times.
"Goodbye Lemi Dovato." I hung up and stared down at my phone for a moment, still smiling like an idiot.
She called me.
She actually rung me up and spoke to me.
I guess she really is getting better.
And once again... I'm so fucking proud of her.
She can't get anymore perfect for me.
We completely intertwine.
I wish I could have spoken to her face to face just then... just to see how different she looks... to touch her hair, give her a hug.
I need her way more than I thought I did.
And you know what?
She will be mine again if it's the last thing I do.
