Summary: 
*~Prequel to Fix~*
The first time I met her, she was dancing with an umbrella in bright red galoshes in the middle of the street at two o’clock in the morning, singing a song I’d never heard before in the most ridiculous tone-deaf, off-key manner, splaying out her fingers and spinning, spinning, spinning around and around, as the rain fell down and made her little braids stick to her neck. She was wearing nothing but underwear, those galoshes, and a necklace – which was a bunch of colorful plastic beads strung together on birthday present ribbon of the most brilliant sapphire blue. I thought she was insane...
Categories: Fanfiction > Backstreet Boys
Characters: Group, Nick
Genres: Angst, Dramedy
Warnings: Death, Sexual Content
Challenges: Series: Damaged Goods
Chapters: 35
Completed: No
Word count: 32851
Read: 50387
Published: 12/20/10
Updated: 02/07/11
Chapter Twenty-Five by Pengi
Chapter Twenty-Five
Point of View: Krystal
I woke up with a start when I heard a cruiser, with its siren blaring, drive by the house the next morning. I sat bolt upright and found myself in Nick's bed still, his legs twined around my own legs and his body pressed against mine. Thor, as he informed me his fans had name it, was pressed into my back at full attention.
Nick's arms snaked up and grabbed my shoulder, his watch band heavy on his wrist, gleaming in the sunlight that came through the window. "Come back," he whimpered, pulling me back into him. "Don't go anywhere," he pleaded.
I lowered backwards into the pillows and blankets.
Nick curled into me even more than he'd already been and pressed his mouth against the back of my neck. "Thank you for being so amazing," he whispered. "I love you so fucking much."
I didn't respond. My heart was doing jumping jacks in my chest cavity.
"Kryssie," he whispered, "Hey Kryssie..."
"What?" I asked, numb.
Nick kissed my skin softly, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in all my life," he murmured.
I shook my head, "No I'm not."
"I think so," he said flatly, not really leaving any space for rebuttal. He rubbed my shoulders. "Hey baby?" he whispered, "What's the matter? You're tense."
"I'm okay," I replied.
"Come lay down," he begged.
I shook my head, "I'm not tired; I'm gonna go downstairs, I think," I answered, shrugging him off me and crawling out of bed.
He watched helplessly, "Babe..."
"It's okay, Nick, I'm just not sleepy, that's all." He pouted, sighed, and started to get up, too. "What're you doing?" I asked.
"Getting up," he replied.
"You're tired, go to sleep, I'm just not tired yet."
"Come back when you are?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," I answered.
Nick eyed me for a long moment, then accepted it and laid back into the pillows. "Okay."
When I got downstairs, I boiled some water and threw a tea bag into it. I set myself down in a chair in the living room and hugged my knees to my chest. The irrational side was sitting there waiting for them.
I wondered what he'd do if he knew.
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