Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 23:46:45 -0700
From: mistress_n9@juno.com
Subject: Concertina 3

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Concertina
Chapter 3

"Is he alright?" asked Robin. He made a move towards Nick when Kevin
stopped him. The younger man sighed and pulled back his hand. "Well
is he?" he asked.

"He should be fine." Howie smiled gently.

Nick sat up. He looked at the writer dreamily with a fazed smile playing
on his lips. "Robin...you're Bobby Pin..." His eyes closed as he passed
out again.

"Uhm..." said Robin.

"I'm alright." Nick perked again. He gingerly and slowly stood up.

"What's wrong, Nick? Trying to imitate Kevin?" asked AJ. Nick smiled
faintly while Robin looked at another part of the room. "So, Bobby,
you'll be hanging with us until you just can't take anymore...should
I schedule that flight for two weeks or 3?"

"AJ!" scolded Kevin.

"What? That was the record for the LAST writer." AJ defended. "So, you
were Kev's old lover, huh? He really DID have something up his ass, well
other than that huge stick."

"Um...we didn't get that far." Robin blushed.

"Bobby has this thing about waiting for marriage." Kevin rolled his
eyes.

"And that's the exact reason why we broke up." Robin glared at the
older man. "He moved too fast--"

"And he moved too slow."

He sighed. "I'm here to write a book on you. I don't expect anything
from you at all." He turned to AJ. "3 weeks, huh? We'll see."

"Hey, where's Bobby staying?" asked Brian.

"My room!" cried out Nick. "You'll love it, Bobby! There's a whole
bunch of stuff in there."

"I think it's best if he stays with me and Kristen." Kevin snapped.

"Sure, ok. You have Kristen and one more person. Howie has his model
girlfriend. Brian has Leighanne. AJ has his VirtualGirlfriend. I finally
have a friend and you take it away." Nick said in a low voice.

"Maybe I could chat with him a little bit?" asked Robin. "I'd like to
find out more about Nick Carter the Hartthrob."

"Alright!" Nick pulled Robin into his room and shut the door. "Okay,
who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Robin Tran." Robin replied. "AKA Bobby Pin and nearly Robin
Richardson."

"What are you? When I woke up at your house, I saw notes. They were for
Max. You were the genius that wrote all of our songs, weren't you?" he
asked.

"So what if I am? No one will care." Robin scoffed. "I'm here to write
a book about your group. I don't think it works the other way around."

"How can you be so kind one minute and so...this the next?"

"It's just how I am, I guess."

"Robin--" Nick touched Robin's shoulder.

"I was always alone. Two sides, really. One side was a mature grown up
and the other a kid. Did you know I almost got committed because of that?"
Nick stared. "Yeah! I did! No one understood me. It was like I have two
people living inside. I lose so many friends like that." He sighed and
looked out the window. "Tell AJ to plan those tickets for 2 weeks. I
need a break."

Nick stared at him hard. "You are not leaving in two weeks. You are not
as bad as you think you are. Listen to me, Robin, you are a beautiful
person. I know. You rescued me from that nightmare last night!" he
reasoned. Robin didn't say a word as he took out his anti-depressants.
"Give me those!" Nick grabbed the bottle and threw it out the window.
"No anti-depressants." He grabbed the pack from Robin's pocket. "No
smoking, no binging, no pricking, no cutting, no sleeping pills, and
absolutely NO alcohol for you since you're most likely to drink yourself
stupid."

"How would you know all that if you only known me for a few hours?" he
whispered.

"I saw the smoke packs around your house. I saw the bloody blade in
your bathroom. I saw the bottles of pills you don't need. I saw the
dairy entry you made about everyone leaving you." Nick replied. "I want
to help you like you helped me. A life for a life."

"You don't know me. No one does."

"Then tell me something about you." Nick sighed.

"I don't even know myself, Nick...I have an identity crisis." Robin
confessed. "I see a psychiatrist whenever I can. But it still doesn't
help that much. I always feel like people have abandoned me."

Nick walked over and lifted up Robin's chin. "Listen to me. I will never
EVER abandon you. I'll help you in any way I can."

Robin covered Nick's hand with his own. "Thank you, Nick."


End chapter 3 of Concertina.

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