Justin}
"Ooh, I love this!" Cassidy pulls a shirt off a rack and holds it out for me to see.
I sigh and nod. "Nice."
We've been shopping for hours, and she "loves" everything. And she puts everything back.
She crosses her arms. "You've said everything is nice."
"You've said you loved everything."
"Whatever." She grabs the huge stack of shirts that the lady at the store picked out for her, and hands them to me. "I want all these."
"No problem, anything else?"
She picks up another stack, this one of shorts and pants and skirts, and slightly smaller than the other stack. She sets them on top of the shirts. "These."
"Got it." The clothes are totally leightweight.
"I want some purses."
"Sure. Let's go pay for this stuff."
We go over to the counter, and while I'm paying, she looks at hair clips and crap.
"Alright, let's go get you some purses."
We go to another store and she picks out seven purses, each a different color.
"Good Lord, you need all those purses?!"
She looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Duh."
"Whatever." I pay for everything and we leave. And of course she makes me carry all the bags.
"Justin! Get your ass out here!" Scooter screams.
"Yeah?" Why the hell is he freakin? I hop off the bus and lean against the side of it. "What's up?"
Scooter lets out a big sigh. "Christian's going to accompany you on the tour."
"Awesome. But I already have Cassidy."
"Let me finish. I know you have Cassidy. But there's four rooms on your bus, so it'll be fine."
"So what's the problem?"
"Caitlin's coming too."
My stomach drops. "What? Why? When?"
"Next month. She wanted to come, and when Christian told her she couldn't, she threw a fit. Long story short, if Caitlin can''t come, Christian can't either."
"Oh my God." Caitlin and I haven't been on the best terms. After we broke up, she flipped out a little, and the next thing I knew she was threatening to... Forget it. It doesn't matter. "Can't we just leave her on the side of the road or something? She's smart. She'll find her way home."
Scooter laughs. "No way, kid. Listen, I know it's hard with what happened, but maybe she forgot about it."
"She didn't. She wouldn't forget about that. She's gonna hold onto it until she needs it. And now that Cassidy's here she'll think of her as a threat, and that's the end of my career." I sigh, and look at the ground. "I'll end up being a hobo."
"Who's gonna end up being a hobo?"
I jump, and spin around. I didn't even hear Cassidy get off the bus. "Uhm, nobody."
"Justin, tell me!" She puts a hand on her hip.
"It's none of your business!" I hear the anger in my voice. Stupid Caitlin, making me mad enough to take out my anger on pretty girls.
Scooter coughs. "Imma go. See you guys later..." He turns and hurries to one of the other buses.
Cassidy looks down and takes a step back. "Whatever."
"Listen. I'm sorry. But it doesn't matter. Just don't be surprised if I suddenly dissappear off iTunes." I push past her, get on the bus, and go to my room. I lock the door, collapse on my bed. I glance at my bedside table and see the picture of Chrstian, Caitlin and I. Her eyes seem to be taunting me. I pick up the picture and hurl it across the room. It hits the wall and the glass shatters. I let out a scream of fury. I barely got out of this last time. Caitlin's gonna ruin this all for me.
I hear a tentative knock on the door. "Justin? Are you okay?" calls Cassidy.
"I"M FINE!" I certainly don't sound fine. I sound furious. Because I am.
"Whatever," she mumbles. I hear her walk away. Whatever. Like I care.
I rub my eyes. Did I fall asleep? How long was I out? I sit up and look at the clock. Shit! Five hours! I jump out of bed. I run my hands through my hair. I need to calm down. I hurt Cassidy's feelings. I need to go apologize.
I'm about to knock on her door, but a noise stops me. It sounds like a guitar. Is she playing a guitar? And... singing? She's got some voice. I open the door without knocking.
She stops and looks up. "What are you doing?"
"Were you just singing and playing guitar?"
She pushes some hair behind her ear. "Uhm, yeah."
"It was really good."
"Thanks," she says, blushing.
I walk over and sit down on her bed. "Play something."
"What?"
"Play something for me."
"Uhm, okay..." She swallows and starts strumming, and singing The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert.
I'm speechless, shocked. She stops and looks at me. "It was horrible, wasn't it..." She blushes deeply and puts the guitar down.
"No! No, that was amazing! No joke!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She smiles. "Thank you." Then she stands up. "Now get out."
"What?"
"You were rude to me and it hurt my feelings. Get out."
"About that... I'm came to apologize. I'm just really really stressted out about something right now. I'm sorry."
Cassidy sighs. "Fine. I guess I forgive you."
"Thank you. Now..." I stand up, lean towards her, and kiss her, for a really, really, really long time.
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