He and Rachel “bonded over fashion naturally.” “She liked fashion, she liked celebrity, she liked clothes.” Nick had never thought about designing clothes before, but now he did. Rachel wanted to design clothes; she said that some day she would have her own line. She wanted to go to FIDM, the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, in L.A. Lauren Conrad from The Hills went there. “A lot of the Hills girls went to FIDM. Rachel loved The Hills,” Nick said. Before too long he found himself at Rachel’s house, hanging out and watching The Hills, laughing over the stupid catfights on the show and talking about the clothes. Now Nick and Rachel were going on style websites together and checking out the fashions worn on her favorite shows and finding out where you could “get the look.”
“She was the first person I felt was, like, my best friend,” Nick said, and it made him so happy, “sometimes I almost felt like I could cry over it.”
With Rachel, he could talk about anything. They could talk about clothes and try on clothes. He could even put on eye makeup with Rachel, if he wanted to, just for fun; Rachel didn’t judge. But it wasn’t only fashion they were bonding over. They were telling each other about their lives. Nick had never done this with anyone before. He told Rachel about his “turmoil”; how he was feeling estranged from his parents. It seemed his problems in school and emotional struggles had caused a breakdown of communication. “Me and my parents kind of had a falling-out,” he said. “It was an awkward time for me and them.”
Rachel listened. “She really sympathizes with whatever your situation is,” Nick said. “She puts herself in there to understand you, to feel your pain. She builds on that. She really knew where I was at and she knew how to comfort me and be a friend to me, and I think that’s why I trusted her so much and why I got involved with her so much….
“I loved her,” he said. “I really did, she was the first person I felt was like my best friend…. I really thought I loved her—just as a person, not as a girlfriend. I just loved her almost as like a sister and that’s what made this situation so hard….”
Now they were in constant contact, talking on the phone, IMing, texting. “People would call Rachel and be, like, oh, you’re with Nick. People would, like, know that we were together all the time, every day. Every moment we were together. We were like a one-man-one-woman show. It was me and her till the end, death do us part. We were inseparable.”
And Rachel was telling Nick about her problems, too. Her parents had divorced when she was young. Her father moved to Las Vegas, and Rachel and her older sister, Candace, had stayed with their mother in Calabasas. Then Rachel’s mother married a man named Phil with whom, Nick said, Rachel didn’t get along. “Rachel hates her stepfather,” he said. “She just had her issues with him as any stepkid would.” He said her stepfather had children of his own, and there was tension in the house. Nick comforted her as she had comforted him. “It was so much more than a friendship.”
Through Rachel, Nick was making other friends—“just normal kids, maybe more upper-class, with money, but normal, nothing out of the ordinary.” He met Rachel’s friend Courtney Ames, who went to Calabasas High. Rachel had known Courtney since seventh grade. Courtney would skip school and come out to smoke weed with them, Nick said. She was kind of a tough girl, not fashionable like Rachel, but Nick “bonded” with her because she was Rachel’s friend. It seemed that Rachel and Courtney were close because they had known each other for so long; they were certainly very different. Nick got to know Courtney at the many parties someone was throwing “every other day.” For the first time in his life, he knew what it was to be part of a social scene.
He also met Tess Taylor, who went to Oak Park High. “Tess really liked me,” Nick said. “I would go hang out with Tess. We would smoke together…. She’s pretty. She’s gorgeous. She’s a really good storyteller—she’s really good at getting people believing her stories…. Basically, if she wants to make it happens she’ll make it happen, she’s really smart like that.” And through Tess, Nick met her friend Alexis Neiers, another pretty girl, one grade younger, who was being homeschooled because her mother believed in all this New Age spiritual stuff.
“This was the social group,” Nick said, “This was the Valley group…. And this group is sympathizing with me; they’re caring for me. I felt like they understood me. It was the first time … I felt like I had a support system outside of my family, and someone my own age I felt loved me.”
Tenth grade was wonderful. It was Nick and Rachel, a couple of “carefree kids,” “smoking weed,” “hanging out at Zuma Beach” near lifeguard stand No. 7, “going to parties with a lot of underage kids doing beer pong,” Nick said. “It wasn’t something devious or ill.” He never wanted it to end.
“I guess I was a little naïve about everything,” he said, “but I was like, I’m gonna do whatever makes this person happy.”
And that’s why, he said, when Rachel “sort of let it drop” that she had gone into someone’s house and stolen some money, he didn’t make a big deal of it. “She said this one time before I even knew her she had, like, gone into this person’s house when they were out of town and taken money from them. In my mind I’m like okaaay, whatever, just wanting to please her.”
And then, he said, Rachel asked if he knew of anyone who was out of town. This was the summer after tenth grade, now 2007. “And,” Nick said, “I was like, this guy’s out of town, why?” The guy’s name was Eden. Nick had met him on MySpace. They’d been getting to know each other, “hanging out.” Nick told Rachel that Eden and his family had gone to Jamaica for two weeks; and before he knew it, he said, he and Rachel were driving to Eden’s house in Woodland Hills, about ten minutes from Calabasas.
It was night. They parked on the street and rang the bell, checking to make sure no one was home. They never had any trouble getting into anyone’s house, Nick said, there was always a way in, usually through an unlocked door. And there was always the cover of their youth and presumed cluelessness if anyone noticed them trying door handles or windows. They could say they had forgotten their keys, or they were helping a friend who’d forgotten theirs. Usually they just walked in a door someone had forgotten to lock. Who’s that careful in a nice neighborhood? They walked right into Eden’s house. Nick said he immediately felt like running back out….
But now, he said, Rachel was strolling through the place, looking at everything, picking stuff up. “I’m in the house, walking back and forth,” he said, “freaking out. I mean, it’s weird, to go through somebody’s things; it’s unnatural, it’s not something, like, you know how to deal with.”
But then “[Rachel’s], like, looking under the bed,” he said, “and she finds a box full of, like, eight grand in cash. This is the first time I’ve ever been involved in something like this, so naturally it’s like, oh my God, you found eight grand? …
“So we each get four grand,” he said. “And it was like, wow. That was so easy…. We didn’t do anything so bad. We didn’t kill anybody…. It wasn’t murder.”
The next day, he said, they went back to the house and took Eden’s Infinity out for a spin. Rachel had found the keys in the house.
“We went to Rodeo Drive,” Nick said. “We went shopping.”
* A psychostimulant used for the treatment of ADHD.
† An antidepressant.