The Other Carter

Chapter 5

7:45 A.M.

Nick groaned, he didn't want to wake up and face reality. He needed to stay in the nice world of dreams. Giving up he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was content for a second until his memory came back to him. Reminding him of the things he didn't want to remember.

Sitting up, he felt light headed as he could feel the blood rushing down his body a little too fast. Running a hand through his hair, he yanked a handful of his hair in attempt to relieve some of the pain in his head.

Glancing at her coffee table he saw a stack of wedding invitations, splay of potential give-aways, and a bunch of Modern Bride magazines. Closing his eyes, he hoped they would disappear but when he opened them they were still there in their same spot.

Nick really had to go to the bathroom. The problem was Ceserelle's bathroom was next door to her bedroom. If he walked by there, he might hear things he didn't want to hear. Taking a deep breath he got up and walked towards her bathroom.

Her bedroom door was slightly open. Nick couldn't help looking inside. Colin and Ceserelle were so close together it made him almost vomit. They were both still fast asleep. Nick wanted to go in there and throw Colin out the window and take his rightful place next to her.

Nick tortured himself for another minute before going to relieve himself. He stared into the bathroom mirror. He couldn't even recognize himself anymore. Not being able to take seeing his face, he walked out of the bathroom. He glanced back into Ceserelle's bedroom.

Ceserelle and Colin were still in the same position as they were. Walking back to her living room he plopped back on to her couch. He saw her wedding dress on the mannequin and imagined her in it. Visualizing himself at the alter gazing down the aisle with Ceserelle there.

That's how it's supposed to be, Nick thought.

****

Ceserelle awoke to the feeling of someones lips on hers. Forcing her eyes open she saw a whif of Colin's hair. She kissed him back before breaking away. Thankfully her headache was gone.

"Feeling better Ceserelle?" Colin asked tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She nodded her head up and down. Cuddling against his chest she breathed in his soap and water scent.

"Hey you know Nick came here last night, he slept on the couch,"

"What? Nick is here?"

"Go check up on him, he's probably still here,"

Hopping out of bed, she made her way to the living room. Sure enough there was Nick sitting on her couch in deep thought.

"Nick?"

His blond head snapped up and they met eye to eye. Nick looked so beat up. She could see the bags forming under his eyes. His hair was getting too long for her taste. She could tell he wasn't taking proper care of himself.

"What are you doing here?" she asked snidely.

Nick shrugged and looked down at the ground.

"I'll just leave... I see y'all don't want me here," he said standing up. He looked up at her one last time looking for sympathy. When she didn't give him any, he trudged out of her apartment.

"Is he still here?" Colin asked when she went back to her room.

"No, he's gone, I guess he didn't want to wake us up to tell us he left,"

"I hope he's all right,"

"He's a big boy he can take care of himself,"

*****

4:55 P.M.

After getting home from Ceserelle's place, Nick made a little vow to himself that he would spend the whole day to himself, to just have a great time, and not once think of Ceserelle. He had his stereo blasted up to some nice hard rock music, ate all the junk food he could and was playing one of his favorite video games in his collection. Video games were a nice escape for him. He got the chance to be the hero and a chance to save the pretty pretty princess.

The ring of the doorbell snapped him out of his daze. Nick wondered who it was because he wasn't expecting any visitors. He hoped it wasn't another fan wanting a piece of him. Peeking through the window next to the door he saw Ceserelle outside his door.

Standing there for a moment he wondered whether if he should let her in or pretend he wasn't home. Ceserelle kept ringing the bell and knocking on the door. If he opened the door he would be going against the pact he made earlier with himself to be Ceserelle free.

One part of him was saying 'don't open the door Carter, she'll just shower you with her lies.' The other was saying 'open the door for her Carter, she might have just changed her mind.' Biting his lip, it had only been barely half a day since he saw her and he had been going through withdrawls already.

Nick was still irritated with her by the way she's been treating him lately. The death glares she's been giving him and the attitude that she's been exuding. Either way he still loved the woman. Sighing, he gave in and opened the door.

"Hi Nick,"

"Hey Cessie.. come in,"

Ceserelle walked inside and they both went to his living room. They were seated across from each other, Nick in the recliner, Ceserelle on the couch. Nick looked down as he fiddled with his fingers, he didn't want to stare at Ceserelle. If he stared he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the situation.

"I just came by because we need to talk," she said.

"Uh huh,"

"For about three years we've had this sort of fling,"

That statement made Nick look up at her.

"Fling?! You're sayin' all this time all we are is a fucking fling?!"

"Nick, let me talk... as you know i'm getting married soon,"

"Yeah, yeah tell me something I don't already know...,"

She rolled her eyes, "What i'm trying to say is we should break it off."

Nick played her words a billion times in his head. What she said was just what he needed but was it what he really truly wanted? As he breathed he could only feel negative feelings circulating inside him.

"I know this is hard for the both of us but it can't go on forever, I have to be faithful,"

"Oh and you think you're being faithful to Colin right now?"

"No.. but-,"

Nick grabbed her off the couch and kissed her with all his might. Damn it, her lips felt so good against his. If she hated it so much she would have pushed him away a long time ago but she wasn't. They just kept on going heavily kissing the minutes away. Nick could feel the adrenaline surging through him. Ceserelle always fed him a sort of energy he savored.

Peeling his lips away from hers, he looked into her eyes. He could feel her warm breath on his face. Her cheeks were a light shade of red and lips were extra pouty, wanting more kisses but Nick wasn't going to give her that.

"You know your way out," he said as he walked away.


Chapter 6