The Cell Phone Story

The Farewell
The Return
Thanks and Dedication

"I Could Die For You"

I could die for you
Oh, this life I choose
I'm here to be your only go-between
To tell you of the sights these eyes have seen
What I really want to do is
Turn it into motion
Beauty that I can't abuse
You know that I'd use my senses to
You can see that
It's only everywhere
I'd take it all and then
I'd find a way to share


She presses the talk button, more than ready for the nightly conversation, and smiles.

"Hi, Nick."

"I feel like I should be insulted."

She laughs. "Why?"

"I've becomes something worse than the cheating boyfriend, dammit. I've become predictable. How did that happen?"

She stifles giggles and begins playing with the bedspread. "You fell into a rut?"

"Not possible. Nick Carter does not fall into ruts."

"There's a first time for everything."

"Then I want out!"

Finally, she gives into the laughter. "Baby, the rut includes these nightly phone trysts of ours. You know that, right?"

"Dammit." But he is grinning, and she knows it.

"Still want out?"

He grunts, and she laughs.

"I'll take that as a no. How was your day?"

He sighs and falls back against the ample supply of throw pillows lining the hotel bed du soir, relaxing into the regular flow of daily conversation. "Long. I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby."

He smiles sleepily. "It was a travel day today. We drove through this ridiculous expanse of Colorado mountains."

She smiles wistfully. "Sounds like beautiful scenery."

"It was. I made them stop the bus so I could take a picture for you."

Her laugh holds much more than sentimentality. "That's really sweet, Nick."

"I just wish I could share this with you. We're almost at the end of this thing, and now that getting home is more than a distant possibility, I wish I had home on the road to see what I see."

The words register somewhere below the radar of romanticism, and all she can do is thank God that this man has returned to her after so long. "Opportunity's been good to you, Nick."

"Yeah, tell me about it. It brought me you."

"You don't have to say that."

He smiles demurely. "Don't I? That's what got me into trouble in the first place, Sam. There was too much that I didn't say that I wish I'd said. So now, no matter how silly or stupid or fucking corny it sounds, I'm going to say it."

"And I'm going to get to love you for it."

His brow furrows in contemplation. "You really mean that?"

"Absolutely. I'm a lucky girl."

"Some people wouldn't agree with you."

"Oh, really?" Her eyebrow arches wisely. "I think there are a lot of people who would."

"They're all in grade school."

"You're being hard on yourself."

He laughs. "No, I'm making fun of myself. It's been a long day, but it's been a good one. I just miss you too much for my own good right now."

"And what are you doing that makes you think that you're missing me too much?"

"Picturing you beside me. Thinking about how much you'd love the view I've got from this fucking hotel room. Wishing that it was our bed I'm about to crawl into." He pauses as he folds back the covers, listening for sounds that might tell him where she is. "Have you moved back in yet?"

She shakes her head in amusement. "I did that a long time ago, babe."

"I'm glad. I want it to feel like you've been there."

"It will. Thanks to me, this place is well lived in."

He nods. "Yeah, well, hopefully I'll get to live in it when this tour's over. I'm looking forward to a long break after this."

"Lord knows you deserve it," she adds, and he laughs.

"Yeah, but I won't get it until hell freezes over." He pauses again to get situated under the covers and closes his eyes, letting the sound of her voice wash over him in gentle waves. "What'd you do today?"

She wrinkles her nose. "Laundry. And dishes. Lost of cleaning."

He laughs deeply. "Sounds like fun."

"Hardly. I did use the stereo, though."

He groans playfully. "Do I want to know what you played?"

"Maybe. The Doors, Elton John, Billy Joel. Lots of 80s hair bands."

He arches an eyebrow expectantly. "Is that all?"

She winces. "Some *NSYNC."

"I knew it! You've been abusing my stereo again!"

She holds her laughter and adopts a haughty tone instead. "So sue me. I needed entertainment, and my boyfriend wasn't around."

"So you chose to pollute the air with the music of his arch enemy's making?"

"Well, if you're going to put it that way...yeah."

He laughs. "Man, I need you under twenty-four-hour surveillance, don't I?"

"Not necessarily. Something tells me you don't want the security guys seeing some of the things I do during the day."

"Don't you mean some of the things you don't wear?"

She laughs. "That too."

He sighs wistfully. "I miss watching you walk around the house naked."

"Nice to know that you're dating me for my charming personality and intellect."

He grins. "Yeah, I miss that too. That's more easily acquired by phone, though."


For a moment, they sit together in silence, content to listen to the other breathe, and then...



"I love you, and I do love our little chats, but I'm absolutely exhausted."

"Me too."

"Can we save the rest of this for tomorrow?"

He smiles. "Absolutely. I'll call you after the show."

She closes her eyes softly and smiles with him. "I'll be waiting."

"I Could Die For You"
lyrics and music by the Red Hot Chili Peppers