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Christmas Eve Groundhog Day, by cappuccino (PG)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Nick/Justin
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fluffontop (I think)
Author Website: (currently unavailable)
Why this must be read:
This is the Groundhog Day scenario that Nick Carter lives through on Christmas Eve. First time round, he wakes up in bed with a girl, after she leaves he has to go to a TV studio appearance, and Justin Timberlake kisses him.
Obviously, something is wrong in this scenario.
Nick goes through the Groundhog Day stages of self-indulgence and self-destruction. Eventually, though, he gets it right. An elegantly written story, with lots of little details that make for a very good read.
Nick dragged himself to the kitchen and put the kettle on, then spent fifteen minutes hunting for teabags. He found them eventually; Maria had put them in the pantry, behind some high fibre cereals that both he and she knew he would probably never open. He made the tea and sat down on one of the high stools by the breakfast bar. Outside the window a few snowflakes blew on the wind, and he scolded his tongue on the hot tea when he took a sip. The phone rang again, but no one left a message.
He had a TV show that day. No big deal, just a five minute chat and then he’d present whatever was top five that day. More than likely, he would not be announcing his own song.
The cab picked him up at one, and by then the air was frosty and white around him when he ran the few steps to the waiting car.
"Can we stop for coffee?" he asked, because fuck tea and Maria’s efforts to keep him decaffeinated.
The pulled in outside a Starbucks. "Do you mind…?" Nick said, and the driver nodded.
"What do you want?" he asked, taking the fiver Nick handed him.
What he wanted, of course, was someone’s else’s day, someone else’s life, and a double Mochaccino with whipped cream. But that was one thing he couldn’t say fuck to: his image. His career demanded he ask for a skimmed Latte, and he sipped it joylessly in the back of the cab while Christmas in New York City swished past the windows.
Christmas Eve Groundhog Day
Pairing: Nick/Justin
Author on LJ:
fluffontop (I think)Author Website: (currently unavailable)
Why this must be read:
This is the Groundhog Day scenario that Nick Carter lives through on Christmas Eve. First time round, he wakes up in bed with a girl, after she leaves he has to go to a TV studio appearance, and Justin Timberlake kisses him.
Obviously, something is wrong in this scenario.
Nick goes through the Groundhog Day stages of self-indulgence and self-destruction. Eventually, though, he gets it right. An elegantly written story, with lots of little details that make for a very good read.
Nick dragged himself to the kitchen and put the kettle on, then spent fifteen minutes hunting for teabags. He found them eventually; Maria had put them in the pantry, behind some high fibre cereals that both he and she knew he would probably never open. He made the tea and sat down on one of the high stools by the breakfast bar. Outside the window a few snowflakes blew on the wind, and he scolded his tongue on the hot tea when he took a sip. The phone rang again, but no one left a message.
He had a TV show that day. No big deal, just a five minute chat and then he’d present whatever was top five that day. More than likely, he would not be announcing his own song.
The cab picked him up at one, and by then the air was frosty and white around him when he ran the few steps to the waiting car.
"Can we stop for coffee?" he asked, because fuck tea and Maria’s efforts to keep him decaffeinated.
The pulled in outside a Starbucks. "Do you mind…?" Nick said, and the driver nodded.
"What do you want?" he asked, taking the fiver Nick handed him.
What he wanted, of course, was someone’s else’s day, someone else’s life, and a double Mochaccino with whipped cream. But that was one thing he couldn’t say fuck to: his image. His career demanded he ask for a skimmed Latte, and he sipped it joylessly in the back of the cab while Christmas in New York City swished past the windows.
Christmas Eve Groundhog Day