I had ordered a shrimp salad without shrimps. I always felt like an idiot when I made orders like that, Nick just laughed at me and ordered a club sandwich for himself. He said it sounded so classy. "So, how's Mr. Nice Guy holding up in the presence of the she devil herself?" I just gave him the look of death. "He's so odd, he watches TV, he unpacked the first night, got up at seven and made this huge breakfast!" The restaurant was slowly filling up, the waitress was running around. This was where I first had met the rest of the band. I liked going here. "Ever accured to you that you're the one that's weird? Most people do eat." If he had been closer I would have punched him. The waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink. I ordered a plain vodka earing two disapproving looks. "You're not on the road anymore now. You better slow down on the drinks!" He tried to laugh it away, but I knew he was serious.
"I want dessert, I need it!" I hadn't even finished my salad, how he had room for even more I couldn't understand. It was just lunch too. "What do you want?" I let a humh, escape. "Nothing." I had to go before we could argue about it. My phone started ringing. "We both know you need him, and you're just mad because you find him drop dead fucking sexy!" I let some colorful insults fly, God danm it Jules. "Just give it two weeks, that's all I ask for." I agreed, it would be wrong to just throw him out after less than a day. I asked if he wanted to join us. He said he had stuff to do, Nick screamed in the crowded restaurant that touching yourself didn't count. We laughed for a short while before we hung up.
I had to say goodbye to Nick to do an interview, I asked him to come with. He didn't want to, I didn't blame him. He always got ignored, most of the time. It was my first since I came back home. The interviewer was boring, didn't know what he was talking about. How had my rock'n'roll lifestyle effected me? What kind of question was that? I asked him to repeat the question, maybe he then would see how stupid it was. How do you react to something like that? He was just so off, I wanted to leave early. Tried to be nice to him, not sound like a total douche. He wanted to know about the new record, we hadn't even started working on it. I thanked him for the interview when he ran out of question and left as soon as I could. Hoped that the other ones would go far better than this.
At home Deidara was taking a nap, in his bed thankfully. I took out a plate and put some food and sauce on it. I made the plate dirty, like it had been eaten from, found a book and sat down. I wanted to put on some music, but didn't want to wake him up. I wouldn't really listen to it anyway. I just like the background noise, made me feel less alone. He slept for a while, his hair was messy and he looked groggy. He rubbed the back of his head, didn't seem like he expected me to be at home. "It would be nice to know if you're going to be gone all day. I don't need to know what you're doing or anything. It's just nice to know, I made you dinner too." I know he was right, but it felt like he was invading my privacy. "Thanks, but I made something myself." I didn't comment on me letting him know if I was going to be gone.
"Want me to show you around tomorrow?" I didn't know why I said that. Could have been because he didn't know the city, nor had any friends here. "That would be nice; we could get to know each other better." I put down my book, looked at him. "What do you want, what do you need to know to do your brain magic?" He coughed, hiding his laugh. "It's not as easy as that, you have to make a change yourself." I drank some of the red wine I had gotten. "I like myself just the way I am, I don't think I have any problems." He knew that he had a hard case here, maybe even a lost one. Still this lost case was his golden ticket to everything he needed… Well, almost. "Do you want some wine?" No, he didn't drink on weekdays. I told him that one glass didn't hurt, his follow up was how many bottles I had in the house. I felt strangely insulted, when did buying in bulks a crime?
I went to bed early that night, the atmosphere in the room was just strange. He seemed confident and smug. I felt more or less hunted on, like he was watching me before the kill. I wasn't sure if I could relax around him, it seemed like he was taking note of every little thing I was doing. I knew it was paranoid of me, but I couldn't help it. It was just the way it was. I stayed up thinking, but fell asleep in the end. I didn't wake up before him the next morning. The plate I had left the night before was gone. I might have found a new way to annoy him. I wasn't sure, it had to be put through further trials. He might end up thinking I'm a lazy slob. It might be true, but being open about it was something else. He had made me three pancakes. They were huge and most likely packed with sugar. I knew he was trying to be nice, but he was killing me. I did all the tricks and think I got away fairly well. I had eaten half of a pancake, looked more like I had eaten half of them.
I dragged him with me to this coffee place. I never went to Starbucks, only around Christmas; they had this peppermint coffee then. I liked it far too much. He ordered a decaf with no cream, I ordered a triple coffee intenso. I needed something strong to bring me through this day. Too bad I didn't taste the mint in it. The honest truth is that I couldn't stand coffee, strong coffee that is. I must have made a face when I drank it all at one time, Deidara started laughing at me. "Shout up Gaylord with the decaf." I didn't he took it as a joke straight away. The look on his face was priceless before he started laughing with me. "Just want you to know that people here are extremely rude, watch whatever you have, don't be surprised if you get bumped into, stepped on or groped. This is New York, it's big and there are a lot of different people around here. You never know who you're going to meet."
It had never hit me before now that he knew Jules, and he could be doing this with him. Still we ended up having fun, even if he tricked me into playing the "I'm famous" card when we ate dinner. He didn't want to wait, he was hungry. I wondered if he always was. I ate some spaghetti, laughed and didn't feel bad about it. He wasn't really big, even if he ate tons. He was in fact quite muscular; I had never pictured a psychologist with muscles. Not that I did mind, he was actually handsome, or fucking hot if you like it better that way. I would say that it had been a nice day, we had seen most of the normal tourist stuff. To be honest I didn't know much of New York, I hadn't lived there but less than a year all together. Not the best times of my life, but I've been in colder weather. For the time being I didn't have too much to worry about. Maybe life was smiling to me in some ways, more than just some?
