Justin}
I barge into Caitlin's room. I look around, and I don't see her. "Caitlin!"
She emerges from the bathroom. "Oh, hi Justin."
I walk over to her. I try not to be too angry, but it's really hard. "Why are you so intent on ruining my life?"
Caitlin laughs a little, then gets serious. "Because you ruined mine."
"I didn't do shit to you."
"You broke up with me."
"We both agreed to break up."
"Well I didn't want to."
"Then why didn't you say that?!"
"I didn't feel like it."
"You're crazy."
"Maybe."
I clench my fists. "Caitlin, I'm warning you..."
"What are you gonna do, Justin?" She smirks. "I have the tape, I will release it to the public if I need to, and you can't do anything about it."
"I swear, if ANYONE sees that-"
"Whatever, Justy. You don't scare me." She turns and walks back into her bathroom.
I follow her in there. "I'm serious!"
"So am I." She spins around, grabs my shoulders, and kisses me. She leans us both against the shower door.
I'm frozen. I forgot what a good kisser she is. I completely forget what's going on and kiss back.
All of a sudden I hear a gasp from the doorway. "Justin!"
I push Caitlin away from me and see Cassidy standing in the doorway, shocked.
I cough, and straighten my hat a little. "Cassidy, it's not what it looks like."
"Really?! Because it looks like you're making out with your ex-girlfriend!"
I sigh a little. "Okay, maybe it is what it looks like. But she kissed me, I didn't kiss her!"
She's furious. "Yeah, that's what they all say."
Caitlin shrugs. "It's true, they do all say that."
"Nobody asked you!" Cassidy snaps at her. She turns to leave.
I grab her arm. "Cass, please! I promise, it was nothing!"
Cassidy yanks her arm away. "Justin! You used to date her! And you were kissing her! It's obviously not nothing!" She has tears in her eyes.
"Please! I swear on my life!"
"Then I expect you to drop dead soon." She shakes her head and walks out of the room.
"Cassidy, wait!"
Before I can run after her, Caitlin grabs me. "Forget her, Justy-Wusty. You have me." She moves close to me.
I shove her away. "This is all your fault! Get away from me!"
I run out of the room. I hurry to Cassidy's room and pound on the door. "CASSIDY! OPEN THE DOOR!"
"GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!" she screams at me from inside the room.
"Cassidy, no! Get out here right now! We need to talk about this!"
"NO!"
I give up. I turn and walk to Christian's room. I knock weakly on the door.
"Come in!"
I open the door and shuffle in.
Christian looks up at me. "Dude, what's wrong? I heard everyone screaming at each other, so I thought it was best to stay out of it."
"Caitlin."
"Oh."
I sigh and sit down in an armchair. "I was talking to her, and then she kissed me, and it was pretty intense, and Cassidy saw."
"Oh no."
"Yeah. Now she hates me. I think I'm gonna tell her."
"About the tape?"
"No, about the magical unicorn. Yes about the tape, you idiot!" I roll my eyes.
"Hey now, no need to get sassy." He gives me a look. "But you need to tell her."
"I know. But she won't talk to me! She won't even open the door!"
"Come on." He stands up and leaves. We go to Cassidy's room, and Christian knocks on the door.
"GO AWAY, JUSTIN!"
"It's not Justin, it's Christian!" he calls.
Cassidy opens the door, and before she can react to me standing there, Christian shoves me into the room, the shuts the door.
"Get out."
"Cassidy, please, let me explain. I'm begging you."
"Fine. Explain." She sits down in a chair, and I sit in the chair beside her.
"Okay. Don't judge me, okay?"
"Whatever."
I sigh. I really don't want to tell her this. "Alright, well, when Caitlin and I were dating, we, uhm, ya know. And we kinda, sorta, taped it..."
"A sex tape?"
"Yeah. And then, when we broke up, she got really angry, and kinda flipped out. Once I got famous, she got even angrier. Then the next thing I knew, she was saying that she was gonna put it on Youtube, or give it to some paparazzi or something. I had to beg and beg and beg her not to, and she almost did. But at the last minute she decided not to. I had to pay her. It wasn't good."
Cassidy looks at me with big eyes. "Justin, I'm sorry, but then why did you-"
"Let me finish! Christian was telling me that she was thinking about giving it out. She hated that I was with you. She thinks that I need to get back with her. But I don't want to. And when I tell her that, she threatens to give out the tape. So Christian told her to give it to him, but he was secretly gonna destroy it once he got it, but she wouldn't give it to him. And then he told me that I needed to tell you, and I didn't want to. So I went to talk to Caitlin about it, try and get her to just get rid of it, and then she kissed me. It really was nothing, I swear."
She's quiet, looking down at the bed.
"Cass?"
She swallows and sighs. "I believe you."
"Thank you SO much. I was worried you wouldn't believe me. I'm sorry."
"But all the magazines and interveiws and t.v specials say that you want to wait until marriage. Why would you lie about that?"
"Everyone expects me to mess up, be like all the other screw-up child stars. I want to prove them wrong. And if I told them that I'd already had sex, then they would be right."
"I see."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I understand." Cassidy stands up. "I'm so sorry you have to go through this."
"Yeah," I say, nodding. "Me too."
"But I have one question. I mean, it's off subject, but I feel like I need to ask it."
"Anything."
"Are we dating?"
I stand up too. "Why do you ask that?"
"I don't know. I really like you, and we've kissed...a lot... and I think you like me too, but I'm not sure, and when we were on stage last night, during Overboard, I don't know if it was just performing, but I thought there was some chemistry, and then after I got off stage I was thinking about that and I got upset and Christian said that you loved me too but you couldn't tell me and then I was still really upset and then this whole thing happened and I'm just wondering-"
I pull her close to me by the waist and kiss her furiously and passionately, cutting her off midsentence. I can tell she's shocked at first, but then she starts kissing back. Her body folds into mine, and then I lay her on the bed and climb on top of her, still kissing. Ten minutes pass, then twenty, then thirty, then an hour. God, I could kiss her forever. Her lips are like... I can't even explain it.
Finally, I pull away from her, and gaze into her eyes. "I love you, Cassidy."
She smiles this incrediably happy smile that I realize I want to see for the rest of my life. "I love you too, Justin."
I kiss her again, this time with even more passion, if possible. This time its more frantic, and I'm thinking that we might be moving a little too fast. It wasn't this fast with Caitlin. We were together for at least six months before it happened. But with Cassidy it feels more right, more natural. But I don't want to rush into things with Cassidy. What if something happens? I don't have anything with me. I don't want her to...
I pull away. "Cassidy. We're moving too fast. I don't want to rush this."
She nods, breathing a little heavily. "I understand."
"Good. I just don't want this to be the same as with other girls."
"Other girls?"
Oops. "Well, uhm, I just mean-"
"You've gone that far with girls besides Caitlin? I'm fine with that - she's a hoe, she's probably done it with a bunch of guys - but other girls?"
"No, I don't mean other girls. I just meant as with Caitlin, but I didn't want to say her name, since she's not really your favorite person." Nice save, Bieber.
"Oh, okay." She bites her lip a little. "Uh, you can get off me now."
I smile. "No thanks, I'm pretty comfortable here." I lay on top of her, squishing her.
"Aagh! Justin! Get off! You're crushing me!" Cassidy giggles and tries to push me off of her.
"There's too much gravity! I'm being pressed to the Earth! I can't get up! We'll be stuck like this forever!" I laugh.
"No joke, Justin, get off me! I have to pee!"
"Too bad, you'll have to hold it."
"If you don't get off me, I'm going to pee all over you."
I quickly roll off of her and scramble to get up. "Okay. Sorry. No need to urinate on people."
She giggles and gets up. She skips off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
I smile to myself, then go over to her dresser and start opening drawers. I find socks, pajamas, t-shirts, sweatpants, and - jackpot. I slide a drawer open and peer inside. I pull out a lacy pink bra.
"Oh my God..."
I knew she shopped for awhile without me, but I didn't know this was what she bought. I'm so glad she bought these though. Just saying.
I put the bra back and pull out something black. Is that a thong?! It is! Oh my GOD, she has a thong!
I continue going through her stuff, but then stop when I hear something. "What are you doing?"
Dropping the pair of sexy purple panties I'm holding, I spin around and see Cassidy standing before me, an amused look on her face.
I awkwardly reach back to scratch my head, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Oh, uh, Cassidy, I uhm..."
She bursts out laughing. "You are such a dude!"
"Well, yeah, last time I checked..."
"I can't believe you were going through my underwear drawer!" She doesn't seem mad though, she seems like she thinks its funny.
"Okay, its not really that funny!"
"Yes, it is. You see, I KNEW you would look through my drawers. That's why I left. I've been watching the whole time to prove my theory right." She smiles triumphantly and crosses her arms.
"Oh yeah? And what theory would that be?" I take a few steps toward her.
"My theory that all guys wonder what undergarments girls wear. Most guys will gravitate towards the lacy thongs, some of them go for the regular panties, and they all pick up the bras. No matter who they are, they're suckers for the lacy bras, especially the bright colored and black ones. Black, red, baby blue, hot pink, purple, and green are the 'fan favorites'."
"So you've tested this before." Now I'm really close to her, my hands are lightly resting on her waist. I can feel the little smirk on my face. Not a mean one, a teasing one. Or at least that's what I'm hoping it is.
"Only once or twice."
"Then how do you have all this information?"
"My friends tested it, too." Her facial expression is screaming for me to pull her closer. I'm just teasing her right now, though. But I really, really, really want to kiss her.
"Mhm." I put my arm around her waist, and tilt her chin up with my other hand. I REALLY want to kiss her.
"I mean...I..." She's speechless. Perfect. This is my revenge for her sneaking up on me, using me as a little project.
I pull her really close to me, and put my mouth close to her ear. "Do you want me to kiss you, Cassidy?" I whisper.
"Uhm..."
I chuckle a little bit. I move close like I'm going to kiss her, and then... I scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder.
"Aagh! Justin! Put me down!" she shrieks.
"Nope!" I run out of the room to the main part of the bus. We're parked somewhere so everyone can rest for awhile. Perfect.
"Justin! I'm not kidding!"
I hop off the bus. We're in a hotel parking lot. Why we don't just stay in the hotel, I don't know, but whatever. I look around, then race across the street. Cassidy screams.
I run into a Taco Bell. It's empty except for the people working there. I sit her down at a booth. "Okay. Let's stop here. I'm hungry."
Cassidy just looks at me, shaking her head. "You are so weird."
I smile at her. "Why thank you."
Friday, January 21, 2011
Please Don't Go. 7
Christian}
Oh my gosh. Is she crying? Why is she crying?
"Cass? What's wrong?" I sit next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I! Love! Justin!" she says through sobs. "And! He! Doesn't! Love! Me! Back!"
I bite my lip, thinking about the tape. "Cassidy, Justin loves you. I know he does. But he won't say anything about it. He can't right now."
She looks up at me with shiny eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why?"
How can I tell her this? I can't. Justin has to tell her, its his problem. I can't tell her the truth. "I can't tell you."
Cassidy lets out a sob. "Just tell me, Christian! Just freaking tell me, dammit!" She stomps her foot a little bit.
"I'm sorry Cass! I can't tell you! It's not mine to tell!"
She stands up. "Then I'll ask him."
"He's not gonna tell you. He won't tell you till he's ready."
"Whatever. I'm out of here." She leaves the room.
The next day, I'm thinking about what Cassidy said, and I'm filled with anger. Caitlin's going to ruin Justin and Cassidy's realtionship, if there ever is one.
"Caitlin, give it to me."
My sister looks up at me innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hell you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I'm serious, Christian, I don't know."
"The tape, Caitlin! The freaking tape!"
She smirks. "Sorry, little brother. That's private property. For now."
"Caitlin, I'm not joking around. You'll hurt people! You'll hurt Justin, Cassidy, there's no way I'll ever talk to you again! And mom and dad will be dissappointed in you! You're on that tape too!"
"I know I am."
"Why are you such a psycho?!"
"Oh Christian. Psycho is such a harsh word. I prefer... no, psycho pretty much covers it, actually."
And with that, she slams the door in my face.
"Dude. You gotta tell Cassidy about the thing with Caitlin."
Justin shakes his head. "No way, man."
"Justin, dude!"
"What do you want me to do, Christian?! She thinks it hasn't happened yet! She believes all the magazines and crap!"
"Tell her the truth!"
"I can't do that!" He looks angry. "I was fine today! I've been in a good mood all day, besides Caitlin's bitch-fit this morning! And you just ruined it! Thanks!"
"Whatever, dude. But if you don't tell Cassidy, I will."
He glares at me. "You wouldn't dare."
I nod. "I would. She needs to know. She deserves to. She'll find out, and if it's not from you or me, it'll be from Caitlin."
I walk out.
Oh my gosh. Is she crying? Why is she crying?
"Cass? What's wrong?" I sit next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I! Love! Justin!" she says through sobs. "And! He! Doesn't! Love! Me! Back!"
I bite my lip, thinking about the tape. "Cassidy, Justin loves you. I know he does. But he won't say anything about it. He can't right now."
She looks up at me with shiny eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why?"
How can I tell her this? I can't. Justin has to tell her, its his problem. I can't tell her the truth. "I can't tell you."
Cassidy lets out a sob. "Just tell me, Christian! Just freaking tell me, dammit!" She stomps her foot a little bit.
"I'm sorry Cass! I can't tell you! It's not mine to tell!"
She stands up. "Then I'll ask him."
"He's not gonna tell you. He won't tell you till he's ready."
"Whatever. I'm out of here." She leaves the room.
The next day, I'm thinking about what Cassidy said, and I'm filled with anger. Caitlin's going to ruin Justin and Cassidy's realtionship, if there ever is one.
"Caitlin, give it to me."
My sister looks up at me innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hell you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I'm serious, Christian, I don't know."
"The tape, Caitlin! The freaking tape!"
She smirks. "Sorry, little brother. That's private property. For now."
"Caitlin, I'm not joking around. You'll hurt people! You'll hurt Justin, Cassidy, there's no way I'll ever talk to you again! And mom and dad will be dissappointed in you! You're on that tape too!"
"I know I am."
"Why are you such a psycho?!"
"Oh Christian. Psycho is such a harsh word. I prefer... no, psycho pretty much covers it, actually."
And with that, she slams the door in my face.
"Dude. You gotta tell Cassidy about the thing with Caitlin."
Justin shakes his head. "No way, man."
"Justin, dude!"
"What do you want me to do, Christian?! She thinks it hasn't happened yet! She believes all the magazines and crap!"
"Tell her the truth!"
"I can't do that!" He looks angry. "I was fine today! I've been in a good mood all day, besides Caitlin's bitch-fit this morning! And you just ruined it! Thanks!"
"Whatever, dude. But if you don't tell Cassidy, I will."
He glares at me. "You wouldn't dare."
I nod. "I would. She needs to know. She deserves to. She'll find out, and if it's not from you or me, it'll be from Caitlin."
I walk out.
Please Don't Go. 6
Cassidy}
The crowd's screaming, my adreanaline is pumping, and I'm ready. I've never really performed before. At least not for a crowd this size. What was I thinking? I take a deep breath, walk towards the front of the stage, and hold the microphone to my mouth.
"Hey guys!"
I can make out some "Hey!"s from the crowd.
"So, I'm new at this, and I'm a little nervous. So I'm just gonna sing some songs you guys might now, okay? Great. Now let's party!" I spin around, flipping my hair. I run over to the DJ and hand him my list of songs, whisper him instructions, and run back to the front of the stage.
I hear the opening beats, find my cue, and head right into Kiss It Goodbye by Hannah Montana. The sound people do their thing to make my voice all cool the first two lines.
"KISS IT GOODBYE! IF FEAR IS HOLDING YOU BACK! KISS IT GOODBYE! YOUR LITTLE PANIC ATTACK! KISS IT GOODBYE! I- I DID IT AND- AND IT'S OMG! I'M A DIFFERENT GIRL! KISS IT GOODBYE, EY-EY-EY! KISS IT GOODBYE, EY-EY-EY!" I belt out the words and hope for the best. The crowd has a pretty good reaction.
Then the song's over, and I go straight into Notice Me by Alexa Ray Joel. It's one of my favorite songs. Then another Hannah Montana song, Que Sera. This one's more fun.
I reach out into the crowd, touch some hands. They're acting like I'm famous. I see Justin standing off to the side, just out of the crowd's veiw, and I toss a wink in his direction. He grins.
After Que Sera, I plunge into Dancing With Tears In My Eyes by Ke$ha, and follow that with another one of her songs, Tik Tok. Then Misery Business by Paramore. And then Only Girl (In The World) by Rihanna, and then Pony (It's OK) by Erin McCarley. I pause after that one. I head to the back of the stage and grab a bottle of water. I mouth to Justin if I can do more than ten songs, and he nods enthusiastically. He mouths back that I can do as many as I want.
I nod to the DJ for the next song, Mine, by Taylor Swift. After that one, I hold up one finger to the crowd, telling them to hold on. I need to ask the DJ something.
"Is Iyaz still here?"
He nods.
"Will he do this song with me?" I point to a song on my list.
The DJ shrugs. "Ask him."
I ask one of the dancers if he'll go back and ask him, and shortly after, he returns with Iyaz. I tell him what song, and he smiles, nodding.
Then the DJ drops the beats, and Iyaz and I start jamming with Gonna Get This, another Hannah Montana song, this one featuring, who else? Iyaz, of course.
We both hit all our notes, and it comes out perfect.
"THIS BOY, THIS BOY, THIS BOY!" I dance around while I'm singing, having a great time. The song's over way too soon, and Iyaz gives me a hug, then heads back backstage.
I breath heavily. This is hard work. But I love it. I put the mic on a micstand and grab an acoustic guitar. "Alright, guys, I'm gonna play a song that I really like, it's by Miranda Lambert. Some of you might know it."
I swallow and start strumming. Justin's the only one who's heard me sing AND play this song. As I sing the first words to The House That Built Me, the nervousness fades away, and I immerse myself into the song. The arena is quiet while I sing it, and it's just me and the guitar. I strum the final chords, and the crowd goes wild. Then I play one more song with just the guitar, Saviour by Lights. Once again, the crowd freaks. I can't stop smiling.
And gesture to Justin if I can do one more song, and he nods.
I decide to close my set with a fun song. I quickly decide on Something Like A Party by the School Gyrls. The song sounds exactly like their recording, but with my voice, and I somehow manage to get all the words, everything, even with the backup singers.
And this concert is something like a party. It's crazy. Everyone's jumping and clapping and singing and screaming and cheering and I love it.
"I'M GONNA GIVE YOU WHAT YOU'VE BEEN MISSIN' AND I KNOW, I'M THE THING THAT YOU REALLY NEED!" I move all over the stage. It's the most fun I've had in ages.
The crowd goes nuts. I grin. Then I wave at the crowd, take a bow, blow a kiss, and wave again, then run off stage. I run to Justin and give him a hug. He spins me around.
"OH my GOD, Cassidy! You did great! That was amazing! Wonderful! I can't believe- OH MY GOSH!" He's grinning uncontrollably. "Holy CRAP!" He picks me up and spins me around again.
Scooter runs over. "Cassidy, that was incredible!"
Justin's jumping around. He slaps Scooter on the shoulder. "I told ya, didn't I?! I told you she was great!"
Scooter nods. "Yeah, you told me! Wow!" Then he gets a call and walks away.
Justin picks me up and hugs me again, then finally sets me down, and I see Caitlin glaring at me behind him. I smile sweetly at her and she turns angrily and stalks off. I hold back my laughter.
"Justin! Go warm up, you're on in twenty!" someone shouts from behind us.
Justin sighs and smiles at me. "I gotta go."
I nod. "Okay. Wait! Did the crowd like me? Like what were their reactions?"
He grins. "They loved you. We all did. Everyone back here. You should have seen the look on Scooter's face. He thought you were gonna be just good. He didn't expect you to be so extroardinarily awesome. But I knew you were. I told him."
"I know. Thanks. Now go get ready. You're gonna do great."
"Not as great as you."
"You're a professional, you'll do better. Don't argue with me. Now go!" I push him in the right direction.
He stops, smiling, and pulls me into a kiss. I smile through it, but then push him away. I smile at him again.
"Go."
"I'm going."
"JUSTIN! GET BACK HERE!" calls another person.
Justin rolls his eyes and leaves.
I sigh and walk back to the green room. Christian runs at me and tackles me in a hug.
"Cassidy! You were amazing!"
"Thanks, Christian," I reply, laughing.
He continues to tell me how awesome I was, and I continue thanking him.
"And you'll do even better with Justin."
Oh, right. I forgot I still have to sing Overboard with Justin. I cough. "Well, I'm kinda thirsty, so, I'm gonna go. And I might take a quick nap."
I walk past him and fall onto the couch, closing my eyes. I'm about to fall asleep when Christian shakes me. "CASSIDY! Wake up! You need to be on stage! It's time for Overboard!"
"Huh?" I jump up, fix my hair in the mirror, and run for the stage. A stage crew guy hands me my microphone. "Twenty seconds and you're on," he says.
I nod.
"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three..." He holds up fingers for two and one, then gives me a light push. As soon as I step onstage, the crowd shrieks.
I sing the words with feeling and passion. I think I really like Justin. No, I do really like Justin. But I don't think we're actually dating. Or are we? I honestly have no idea. My mind isn't really in the music as I sing.
Justin moves really close to me, putting his hand around my waist and pulling me close. He sings his part, I sing mine, he sings his, and I sing mine. It's very romantic. And then there's the final note, and the song is over. I wave at the crowd again and go backstage. I walk into the green room, where Christian's full of praise again. I collapse onto the couch. And I burst into tears.
The crowd's screaming, my adreanaline is pumping, and I'm ready. I've never really performed before. At least not for a crowd this size. What was I thinking? I take a deep breath, walk towards the front of the stage, and hold the microphone to my mouth.
"Hey guys!"
I can make out some "Hey!"s from the crowd.
"So, I'm new at this, and I'm a little nervous. So I'm just gonna sing some songs you guys might now, okay? Great. Now let's party!" I spin around, flipping my hair. I run over to the DJ and hand him my list of songs, whisper him instructions, and run back to the front of the stage.
I hear the opening beats, find my cue, and head right into Kiss It Goodbye by Hannah Montana. The sound people do their thing to make my voice all cool the first two lines.
"KISS IT GOODBYE! IF FEAR IS HOLDING YOU BACK! KISS IT GOODBYE! YOUR LITTLE PANIC ATTACK! KISS IT GOODBYE! I- I DID IT AND- AND IT'S OMG! I'M A DIFFERENT GIRL! KISS IT GOODBYE, EY-EY-EY! KISS IT GOODBYE, EY-EY-EY!" I belt out the words and hope for the best. The crowd has a pretty good reaction.
Then the song's over, and I go straight into Notice Me by Alexa Ray Joel. It's one of my favorite songs. Then another Hannah Montana song, Que Sera. This one's more fun.
I reach out into the crowd, touch some hands. They're acting like I'm famous. I see Justin standing off to the side, just out of the crowd's veiw, and I toss a wink in his direction. He grins.
After Que Sera, I plunge into Dancing With Tears In My Eyes by Ke$ha, and follow that with another one of her songs, Tik Tok. Then Misery Business by Paramore. And then Only Girl (In The World) by Rihanna, and then Pony (It's OK) by Erin McCarley. I pause after that one. I head to the back of the stage and grab a bottle of water. I mouth to Justin if I can do more than ten songs, and he nods enthusiastically. He mouths back that I can do as many as I want.
I nod to the DJ for the next song, Mine, by Taylor Swift. After that one, I hold up one finger to the crowd, telling them to hold on. I need to ask the DJ something.
"Is Iyaz still here?"
He nods.
"Will he do this song with me?" I point to a song on my list.
The DJ shrugs. "Ask him."
I ask one of the dancers if he'll go back and ask him, and shortly after, he returns with Iyaz. I tell him what song, and he smiles, nodding.
Then the DJ drops the beats, and Iyaz and I start jamming with Gonna Get This, another Hannah Montana song, this one featuring, who else? Iyaz, of course.
We both hit all our notes, and it comes out perfect.
"THIS BOY, THIS BOY, THIS BOY!" I dance around while I'm singing, having a great time. The song's over way too soon, and Iyaz gives me a hug, then heads back backstage.
I breath heavily. This is hard work. But I love it. I put the mic on a micstand and grab an acoustic guitar. "Alright, guys, I'm gonna play a song that I really like, it's by Miranda Lambert. Some of you might know it."
I swallow and start strumming. Justin's the only one who's heard me sing AND play this song. As I sing the first words to The House That Built Me, the nervousness fades away, and I immerse myself into the song. The arena is quiet while I sing it, and it's just me and the guitar. I strum the final chords, and the crowd goes wild. Then I play one more song with just the guitar, Saviour by Lights. Once again, the crowd freaks. I can't stop smiling.
And gesture to Justin if I can do one more song, and he nods.
I decide to close my set with a fun song. I quickly decide on Something Like A Party by the School Gyrls. The song sounds exactly like their recording, but with my voice, and I somehow manage to get all the words, everything, even with the backup singers.
And this concert is something like a party. It's crazy. Everyone's jumping and clapping and singing and screaming and cheering and I love it.
"I'M GONNA GIVE YOU WHAT YOU'VE BEEN MISSIN' AND I KNOW, I'M THE THING THAT YOU REALLY NEED!" I move all over the stage. It's the most fun I've had in ages.
The crowd goes nuts. I grin. Then I wave at the crowd, take a bow, blow a kiss, and wave again, then run off stage. I run to Justin and give him a hug. He spins me around.
"OH my GOD, Cassidy! You did great! That was amazing! Wonderful! I can't believe- OH MY GOSH!" He's grinning uncontrollably. "Holy CRAP!" He picks me up and spins me around again.
Scooter runs over. "Cassidy, that was incredible!"
Justin's jumping around. He slaps Scooter on the shoulder. "I told ya, didn't I?! I told you she was great!"
Scooter nods. "Yeah, you told me! Wow!" Then he gets a call and walks away.
Justin picks me up and hugs me again, then finally sets me down, and I see Caitlin glaring at me behind him. I smile sweetly at her and she turns angrily and stalks off. I hold back my laughter.
"Justin! Go warm up, you're on in twenty!" someone shouts from behind us.
Justin sighs and smiles at me. "I gotta go."
I nod. "Okay. Wait! Did the crowd like me? Like what were their reactions?"
He grins. "They loved you. We all did. Everyone back here. You should have seen the look on Scooter's face. He thought you were gonna be just good. He didn't expect you to be so extroardinarily awesome. But I knew you were. I told him."
"I know. Thanks. Now go get ready. You're gonna do great."
"Not as great as you."
"You're a professional, you'll do better. Don't argue with me. Now go!" I push him in the right direction.
He stops, smiling, and pulls me into a kiss. I smile through it, but then push him away. I smile at him again.
"Go."
"I'm going."
"JUSTIN! GET BACK HERE!" calls another person.
Justin rolls his eyes and leaves.
I sigh and walk back to the green room. Christian runs at me and tackles me in a hug.
"Cassidy! You were amazing!"
"Thanks, Christian," I reply, laughing.
He continues to tell me how awesome I was, and I continue thanking him.
"And you'll do even better with Justin."
Oh, right. I forgot I still have to sing Overboard with Justin. I cough. "Well, I'm kinda thirsty, so, I'm gonna go. And I might take a quick nap."
I walk past him and fall onto the couch, closing my eyes. I'm about to fall asleep when Christian shakes me. "CASSIDY! Wake up! You need to be on stage! It's time for Overboard!"
"Huh?" I jump up, fix my hair in the mirror, and run for the stage. A stage crew guy hands me my microphone. "Twenty seconds and you're on," he says.
I nod.
"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three..." He holds up fingers for two and one, then gives me a light push. As soon as I step onstage, the crowd shrieks.
I sing the words with feeling and passion. I think I really like Justin. No, I do really like Justin. But I don't think we're actually dating. Or are we? I honestly have no idea. My mind isn't really in the music as I sing.
Justin moves really close to me, putting his hand around my waist and pulling me close. He sings his part, I sing mine, he sings his, and I sing mine. It's very romantic. And then there's the final note, and the song is over. I wave at the crowd again and go backstage. I walk into the green room, where Christian's full of praise again. I collapse onto the couch. And I burst into tears.
Please Don't Go. 5
Justin}
"Come on, Cassidy, get up!" I shake Cassidy awake.
She yawns, then glares at me. "I was asleep."
"Yeah, I could tell. Now get up! We're in Texas." Tonight is my twelfe concert. I offered to take Cassidy home, but she said she wanted to stay on tour.
"Finally! I've been looking forward to Houston." She smiles. "Now get out so I can get dressed!" Laughing, she shoves me out the door.
I laugh and shake my head, then go sit on the couch. I'm still smiling. Christian looks at me funny.
"Dude. Are you dating her or something?"
"No, why?"
"You guys sure act like you're dating."
"No we don't."
"Whatever. But you'd better stop acting like that with her, or Caitlin'll be really pissed."
I sigh. "I know. But I really like her."
"Awww, thank you!" Caitlin glares at me as she enters. "She's a skank. You should be with me."
I cross my arms. "She is not a skank. She's beautiful and don't you ever call her that. You're just jealous."
"Yes, I'm jealous of an ugly slut who isn't going to achieve anything in her life." Caitlin laughs and rolls her eyes, sipping a glass of orange juice.
"Yeah, you're one to talk," Cassidy says as she struts in the room. She's wearing light blue denim short-shorts, a light pink plaid button down shirt that's rolled up to her elbows with a white tank top underneath, and brown suede cowboy boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in two pigtails and she's got on a white cowboy hat. She smiles and sits down in between me and Christian, almost in my lap. I grin and wrap my arms around her, pulling her onto my lap. She's not facing me, though, she's facing the room, much to my dismay.
"Shut up, bitch," spits Caitlin.
"Caitin! Watch it!" Christian says.
"Bite me." She grabs her phone and gets off the bus. Probably gonna go pout, I think.
Cassidy rolls her eyes and laughs. "What's up her butt?"
Christian and I both laugh. "No idea."
"Justin, we have a problem."
I turn and see Jessica Jarrel standing before me, looking sick. "What's wrong, Jess?"
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Then she turns and throws up into a trash can.
"Oh my gosh, Jessica!" I hold back her hair as she contiues to throw up. "MOM!"
Mom comes running over. "What's- Oh my gosh!" She rushes over and hands Jessica some water. "Come with me, Jessica, you need to lie down." She leads Jessica away, and then Scooter calls me over.
"You wanna just have Sean be your opening act?"
I shake my head. "No way. We need more than that." I think for a second. "Wait. What about Cassidy?"
He looks skeptical. "Cassidy? As your opening act? No way, Justin. She doesn't have training-"
"She's good. No, scratch that, she's great. Come on, Scooter, trust me with this."
"Fine. Go get her. She's on in-" He checks his watch. "Fourteen minutes."
I nod, and run off. Cassidy's chilling with Christian in the green room watching t.v. "Cassidy. Come here."
"Yeah?" She gets up and walks over.
"You're gonna be my opening act."
"What?! No! No way! I can't get up there and sing in front of all those people!"
"Please, Cass! You can just do songs you know or whatever. And then you'll sing Overboard with me. Please. Just ten songs."
She sighs,and thinks about it. "Fine. Whatever."
"YES! Now go get dressed!" I shove her into Jessica's dressing room and she emerges about a minute later wearing white skinny jeans, a flowy purple tank top, and gold high heels. Her hair is straight and sleek, and she looks absolutely amazing. "Oh my gosh."
"What?"
I shake my head. "Nothing. You look great. Now come on, you're on in eight minutes."
She nods, looking nervous. She makes a list of songs she's gonna sing, and then it's time. She stands by the ramp, ready to go up. Ryan Good runs out on stage.
"Hey everybody! Slight change of plans. Jessica Jarrel is sick, so we have another singer for you! Her name's Cassidy King, and this is her first time performing! So let's give a warm welcome to CASSIDY!"
Cassidy takes a deep breath. "Give me the mic," she says. I hand her a sparkle-encrusted microphone, and she runs onstage.
"Come on, Cassidy, get up!" I shake Cassidy awake.
She yawns, then glares at me. "I was asleep."
"Yeah, I could tell. Now get up! We're in Texas." Tonight is my twelfe concert. I offered to take Cassidy home, but she said she wanted to stay on tour.
"Finally! I've been looking forward to Houston." She smiles. "Now get out so I can get dressed!" Laughing, she shoves me out the door.
I laugh and shake my head, then go sit on the couch. I'm still smiling. Christian looks at me funny.
"Dude. Are you dating her or something?"
"No, why?"
"You guys sure act like you're dating."
"No we don't."
"Whatever. But you'd better stop acting like that with her, or Caitlin'll be really pissed."
I sigh. "I know. But I really like her."
"Awww, thank you!" Caitlin glares at me as she enters. "She's a skank. You should be with me."
I cross my arms. "She is not a skank. She's beautiful and don't you ever call her that. You're just jealous."
"Yes, I'm jealous of an ugly slut who isn't going to achieve anything in her life." Caitlin laughs and rolls her eyes, sipping a glass of orange juice.
"Yeah, you're one to talk," Cassidy says as she struts in the room. She's wearing light blue denim short-shorts, a light pink plaid button down shirt that's rolled up to her elbows with a white tank top underneath, and brown suede cowboy boots. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in two pigtails and she's got on a white cowboy hat. She smiles and sits down in between me and Christian, almost in my lap. I grin and wrap my arms around her, pulling her onto my lap. She's not facing me, though, she's facing the room, much to my dismay.
"Shut up, bitch," spits Caitlin.
"Caitin! Watch it!" Christian says.
"Bite me." She grabs her phone and gets off the bus. Probably gonna go pout, I think.
Cassidy rolls her eyes and laughs. "What's up her butt?"
Christian and I both laugh. "No idea."
"Justin, we have a problem."
I turn and see Jessica Jarrel standing before me, looking sick. "What's wrong, Jess?"
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Then she turns and throws up into a trash can.
"Oh my gosh, Jessica!" I hold back her hair as she contiues to throw up. "MOM!"
Mom comes running over. "What's- Oh my gosh!" She rushes over and hands Jessica some water. "Come with me, Jessica, you need to lie down." She leads Jessica away, and then Scooter calls me over.
"You wanna just have Sean be your opening act?"
I shake my head. "No way. We need more than that." I think for a second. "Wait. What about Cassidy?"
He looks skeptical. "Cassidy? As your opening act? No way, Justin. She doesn't have training-"
"She's good. No, scratch that, she's great. Come on, Scooter, trust me with this."
"Fine. Go get her. She's on in-" He checks his watch. "Fourteen minutes."
I nod, and run off. Cassidy's chilling with Christian in the green room watching t.v. "Cassidy. Come here."
"Yeah?" She gets up and walks over.
"You're gonna be my opening act."
"What?! No! No way! I can't get up there and sing in front of all those people!"
"Please, Cass! You can just do songs you know or whatever. And then you'll sing Overboard with me. Please. Just ten songs."
She sighs,and thinks about it. "Fine. Whatever."
"YES! Now go get dressed!" I shove her into Jessica's dressing room and she emerges about a minute later wearing white skinny jeans, a flowy purple tank top, and gold high heels. Her hair is straight and sleek, and she looks absolutely amazing. "Oh my gosh."
"What?"
I shake my head. "Nothing. You look great. Now come on, you're on in eight minutes."
She nods, looking nervous. She makes a list of songs she's gonna sing, and then it's time. She stands by the ramp, ready to go up. Ryan Good runs out on stage.
"Hey everybody! Slight change of plans. Jessica Jarrel is sick, so we have another singer for you! Her name's Cassidy King, and this is her first time performing! So let's give a warm welcome to CASSIDY!"
Cassidy takes a deep breath. "Give me the mic," she says. I hand her a sparkle-encrusted microphone, and she runs onstage.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Slipped Away - 1
This story is about my best friend. You probably know exactly who he is. But I know the real him. I don't know who he is. But I know who he was. Before he changed.
You see, my best friend is Justin Bieber. Or, was Justin Bieber. He's still my best friend, but I barely know him anymore.
And I hate it.
It used to be great. We were the best team, wrecking (innocent) havoic on the town. The terrible two. We were like Bonnie and Clyde, but not in love. It couldn't have been better.
Then he got noticed. I always knew he sang. He told me. I thought it was cute. But we both knew it wasn't anything serious. After all, he was destined to be a hockey player.
But when Scooter Braun started calling for him, everything changed. And not in a good way.
He got full of himself, arrogant. I told him, too. But he wouldn't listen. He was never a good listener. Stupid hard-headed boy.
I still remember the day. It wasn't even just one day. He was gradually slipping away from me. But then that one day was the one that woke me up for real. I had always known, but this day changed it all. But I should start at the beginning. Not the very beginning, of course. But far enough back that you'll understand. At least, I hope you do.
"Justin, don't! You'll kill yourself!"
The brown eyed boy laughs and shakes his head at me. "I'll be fine, Ari!" Then he takes off down the street.
I sigh and run after him. But he's on his skateboard, so he's faster. I watch in horror as he goes up the homemade ramp and flips. I can't even close my eyes. He goes down, and I don't see him anymore.
"JUSTIN!" I shriek, breaking into a sprint. I race toward him, as fast as I can. Please don't let him be hurt, I think.
Justin's laying on the ground, holding his arm. "Aw, crap." He frowns at his arm.
I kneel beside him. "Justin, are you okay?! I told you not to! Why don't you ever listen to me?!"
"I'm fine, my arms just a little- ow!" He winces in pain.
"Okay, come on. We need to get you home, or to a doctor, or somewhere. Oh God." I bite my thumb nail.
"Calm down, I'm not gonna die."
I help him up and pick up his skateboard, putting it under my arm. We begin walking down the street, back to my house.
Justin points to the skateboard with his good arm. "You know, one of these days, I'm gonna teach you to ride that."
I shake my head. "No way. I'll get hurt."
"Nahhh." He holds out the word, shaking his head. "I won't let you get hurt."
"Whatever. You'd probably let me fall and then point and laugh." I know its true. No matter how good of friends we are, if one of us gets hurt, we're gonna laugh. Except for now. But I tend to worry a lot.
We continue down the street. Justin's floppy brown hair keeps falling in his eyes, and he keeps having to flip it or shake it or whatever he does to get it our of his vision.
"Why don't you just cut your hair?"
"Cut my hair? Are you insane?! No way. Not even funny, Ariana."
I roll my eyes. He's too protective of his hair.
Justin pokes the cast with his pencil. "I hate this thing."
"Then you shouldn't have done the flip! I warned you." I look back at my book.
"If I didn't do it then Ryan wouldn't give me five dollars."
"You're an idiot, ya know that?" I shake my head at him, and he tugs on my ponytail. "What?"
He looks down at his shoes for a second, then back up at me, frowning slightly. "Are you mad at me?"
His question confuses me slightly. But then again, I'm thirteen. A lot of stuff confuses me. "Well, uhm, not really. Why would I be mad at you?"
"Cause I didn't listen to you."
"Dude, you never listen to me." I shrug. "It's no big deal."
He breaks into a grin. "Alright. Good."
*this is just the first part. I didn't write chapters on this one, just a long document. a lot of this story is remembering, but then it changes to present tense. it might get kind of confusing later on. sorry.*
You see, my best friend is Justin Bieber. Or, was Justin Bieber. He's still my best friend, but I barely know him anymore.
And I hate it.
It used to be great. We were the best team, wrecking (innocent) havoic on the town. The terrible two. We were like Bonnie and Clyde, but not in love. It couldn't have been better.
Then he got noticed. I always knew he sang. He told me. I thought it was cute. But we both knew it wasn't anything serious. After all, he was destined to be a hockey player.
But when Scooter Braun started calling for him, everything changed. And not in a good way.
He got full of himself, arrogant. I told him, too. But he wouldn't listen. He was never a good listener. Stupid hard-headed boy.
I still remember the day. It wasn't even just one day. He was gradually slipping away from me. But then that one day was the one that woke me up for real. I had always known, but this day changed it all. But I should start at the beginning. Not the very beginning, of course. But far enough back that you'll understand. At least, I hope you do.
"Justin, don't! You'll kill yourself!"
The brown eyed boy laughs and shakes his head at me. "I'll be fine, Ari!" Then he takes off down the street.
I sigh and run after him. But he's on his skateboard, so he's faster. I watch in horror as he goes up the homemade ramp and flips. I can't even close my eyes. He goes down, and I don't see him anymore.
"JUSTIN!" I shriek, breaking into a sprint. I race toward him, as fast as I can. Please don't let him be hurt, I think.
Justin's laying on the ground, holding his arm. "Aw, crap." He frowns at his arm.
I kneel beside him. "Justin, are you okay?! I told you not to! Why don't you ever listen to me?!"
"I'm fine, my arms just a little- ow!" He winces in pain.
"Okay, come on. We need to get you home, or to a doctor, or somewhere. Oh God." I bite my thumb nail.
"Calm down, I'm not gonna die."
I help him up and pick up his skateboard, putting it under my arm. We begin walking down the street, back to my house.
Justin points to the skateboard with his good arm. "You know, one of these days, I'm gonna teach you to ride that."
I shake my head. "No way. I'll get hurt."
"Nahhh." He holds out the word, shaking his head. "I won't let you get hurt."
"Whatever. You'd probably let me fall and then point and laugh." I know its true. No matter how good of friends we are, if one of us gets hurt, we're gonna laugh. Except for now. But I tend to worry a lot.
We continue down the street. Justin's floppy brown hair keeps falling in his eyes, and he keeps having to flip it or shake it or whatever he does to get it our of his vision.
"Why don't you just cut your hair?"
"Cut my hair? Are you insane?! No way. Not even funny, Ariana."
I roll my eyes. He's too protective of his hair.
Justin pokes the cast with his pencil. "I hate this thing."
"Then you shouldn't have done the flip! I warned you." I look back at my book.
"If I didn't do it then Ryan wouldn't give me five dollars."
"You're an idiot, ya know that?" I shake my head at him, and he tugs on my ponytail. "What?"
He looks down at his shoes for a second, then back up at me, frowning slightly. "Are you mad at me?"
His question confuses me slightly. But then again, I'm thirteen. A lot of stuff confuses me. "Well, uhm, not really. Why would I be mad at you?"
"Cause I didn't listen to you."
"Dude, you never listen to me." I shrug. "It's no big deal."
He breaks into a grin. "Alright. Good."
*this is just the first part. I didn't write chapters on this one, just a long document. a lot of this story is remembering, but then it changes to present tense. it might get kind of confusing later on. sorry.*
Saturday, January 8, 2011
ASK ME ASK ME ASK ME.
Ever heard of Formspring? Welllppp, it's awesome, at least I think so. So here's the deallioo. Go to my formspring, and ask me stuff??? mmaakkaayyyy??? I'm thinkin sooo. You don't even need an account. Ask anonomously or tell me who you are. I'll answer probably anything. Please keep it rated at least PG. Maybe PG-13, if its not like nasty or innapropriate. Anyways, ask me stuffs, :) well, peace<3
------- on annothhurr notteee, Eminem is AMAAZZZZZZZZZZIIINGGG<3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ohkay now bye.
------- on annothhurr notteee, Eminem is AMAAZZZZZZZZZZIIINGGG<3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ohkay now bye.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Please Don't Go. 4
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.
"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.
Please Don't Go. 3
Cassidy}
"When are we leaving?"
This bus is so hot. It's like a hundred degrees in here. I'm laying on the floor, and I'm just wearing my tank top and my shorts. I took off my t-shirt awhile ago.
"Soon." Justin pulls off his jacket and throws his hat on the floor. "Oh my God, it's like a sweat machine in here!"
I giggle. "You said that in an interveiw."
"So I did," he replies, smiling at me. His teeth are perfect. I think I might be starting to have feelings for him. No, no, I can't like Justin. He's him, and I'm me. Whatever.
"Yo! Justin! We're almost ready to go!" Kenny hollers to us.
"Aight!" Justin looks at me. "You gotta pee or anything? It doesn't really matter, there's a bathroom on here."
I shake my head. "No way. I'm not getting left behind again."
He laughs. Then, the bus jolts to life, and we're off.
"How dare you? You cheated!" I shove Justin, and he shoves me back.
"How dare I? It's my bus, and it's my game. I'll cheat if I wanna cheat."
We're sitting on the floor of the bus, playing some basketball video game, and Justin's ahead by like 50 points. "You loser."
"I'm not a loser. Last time I checked I was a super hot pop star."
"Loser. Butt hole. Dummy. Jerk. Looo-serr!"
All of a sudden he jumps sideways, lands on top of me, and pins me down. "So I'm a loser, huh?" He chuckles; his breath smells like cinnamon.
"Yeah, you are a loser. A loser with very good smelling breath." Whoops. Did that just come out of my mouth?
"I have good smelling breath?" He laughs again. "Maybe we should make sure..." He kisses me lightly, just a small peck on the lips, nothing much, but it lasts about three or four seconds.
I pull away, or at least try to. Since I'm laying on the floor, it's a little difficult. He pulls away. "Why did you do that?" I ask.
"I dunno. Felt like the right time." Then he realizes that he's still laying on top of me and gets up. "Uhm, I need something to drink," he says awkwardly, then leaves to another part of the bus.
Wow. Justin Bieber just kissed me. Oh. My. Goodness.
"And this is where you'll sleep." Justin gestures to a room, then opens the door. There's a bed - probably queen or king size - a closet, and a bathroom.
"Oh my God!" My jaw drops. "This is amazing!"
"I know right." He shrugs and smiles. "My room's basically the same but the bed's different."
"Awesome." I really cannot believe this. "So, uhm, I'm kinda tired, I guess."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"I don't care. I'm probably just gonna go to bed soon."
"Alright." Justin turns as if he's going to leave. He pauses, but then exits the room.
I sigh, and fall on the bed. I'm about to curl up and go to sleep when I remember I don't have any pj's. I get up and walk over to Justin's room. I lightly knock on his door. He answers it seconds later.
"Hey Cassidy. Miss me already?"
"I don't have any pajamas. My stuff."
"Oh, well, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out some basketball shorts and an oversize t-shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I say, taking the clothes.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff."
"Justin, you really don't have to-"
"Give it a rest, Cassidy! I'm getting you new clothes, whether you like it or not!"
I roll my eyes, turning to leave. "Whatever."
I hear him scrambling around behind me. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn around.
Justin grabs my arm and pulls me close to him, kissing me.
"Mm!" I squeal in shock. Justin moves away.
"Night, Cass." He smiles an adorable little side smile and closes the door.
I turn, float back to my room, and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
"When are we leaving?"
This bus is so hot. It's like a hundred degrees in here. I'm laying on the floor, and I'm just wearing my tank top and my shorts. I took off my t-shirt awhile ago.
"Soon." Justin pulls off his jacket and throws his hat on the floor. "Oh my God, it's like a sweat machine in here!"
I giggle. "You said that in an interveiw."
"So I did," he replies, smiling at me. His teeth are perfect. I think I might be starting to have feelings for him. No, no, I can't like Justin. He's him, and I'm me. Whatever.
"Yo! Justin! We're almost ready to go!" Kenny hollers to us.
"Aight!" Justin looks at me. "You gotta pee or anything? It doesn't really matter, there's a bathroom on here."
I shake my head. "No way. I'm not getting left behind again."
He laughs. Then, the bus jolts to life, and we're off.
"How dare you? You cheated!" I shove Justin, and he shoves me back.
"How dare I? It's my bus, and it's my game. I'll cheat if I wanna cheat."
We're sitting on the floor of the bus, playing some basketball video game, and Justin's ahead by like 50 points. "You loser."
"I'm not a loser. Last time I checked I was a super hot pop star."
"Loser. Butt hole. Dummy. Jerk. Looo-serr!"
All of a sudden he jumps sideways, lands on top of me, and pins me down. "So I'm a loser, huh?" He chuckles; his breath smells like cinnamon.
"Yeah, you are a loser. A loser with very good smelling breath." Whoops. Did that just come out of my mouth?
"I have good smelling breath?" He laughs again. "Maybe we should make sure..." He kisses me lightly, just a small peck on the lips, nothing much, but it lasts about three or four seconds.
I pull away, or at least try to. Since I'm laying on the floor, it's a little difficult. He pulls away. "Why did you do that?" I ask.
"I dunno. Felt like the right time." Then he realizes that he's still laying on top of me and gets up. "Uhm, I need something to drink," he says awkwardly, then leaves to another part of the bus.
Wow. Justin Bieber just kissed me. Oh. My. Goodness.
"And this is where you'll sleep." Justin gestures to a room, then opens the door. There's a bed - probably queen or king size - a closet, and a bathroom.
"Oh my God!" My jaw drops. "This is amazing!"
"I know right." He shrugs and smiles. "My room's basically the same but the bed's different."
"Awesome." I really cannot believe this. "So, uhm, I'm kinda tired, I guess."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"I don't care. I'm probably just gonna go to bed soon."
"Alright." Justin turns as if he's going to leave. He pauses, but then exits the room.
I sigh, and fall on the bed. I'm about to curl up and go to sleep when I remember I don't have any pj's. I get up and walk over to Justin's room. I lightly knock on his door. He answers it seconds later.
"Hey Cassidy. Miss me already?"
"I don't have any pajamas. My stuff."
"Oh, well, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out some basketball shorts and an oversize t-shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I say, taking the clothes.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff."
"Justin, you really don't have to-"
"Give it a rest, Cassidy! I'm getting you new clothes, whether you like it or not!"
I roll my eyes, turning to leave. "Whatever."
I hear him scrambling around behind me. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn around.
Justin grabs my arm and pulls me close to him, kissing me.
"Mm!" I squeal in shock. Justin moves away.
"Night, Cass." He smiles an adorable little side smile and closes the door.
I turn, float back to my room, and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Please Don't Go. 2
Cassidy}
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The bus is gone. GONE! I can't believe this! They just drove off without me! Didn't anybody notice that I was gone? I flip open my phone, about to call Steph and tell her to get them to turn that stupid ugly bus around and come pick my ass up, and I notice that there's no cell service.
"Shit!" I turn on my heel and stomp back inside. I look around. There's no one in here but a young-ish looking woman and a little girl who I'm guessing is her daughter or little sister. No one here can help me. There's no way I'm getting in a car with strangers.
Sighing, I walk back outside and sit down on a bench. I feel tears spring to my eyes and I try my hardest not to cry. But it doesn't work. Soon, I'm sobbing, and I hurry back inside to the bathroom. I shut myself in one of the stalls and bawl my eyes out. There's no way they're coming back for me. I won't get home, I'll be stranded in stupid Georgia for the rest of my life. I already hate this state. I wish I'd never come on this trip anyway. Sure, most of last year was a blast, but some other times... I don't want to think about it. I won't think about it. I refuse to. I'm over it.
I sniffle a little bit, then dab at my eyes with a wad of toilet paper, smooth down my hair, and walk out of the stall. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, God, I look horrible! My eyeliner's all smudged and my hair's a mess, and mascara's running down my cheeks. I pull a hairbrush and some makeup out of my purse and quickly make myself presentable. When I'm ready, I march back outside into the gas station. I look through my purse and find sixty dollars. What I'm doing with sixty dollars in my purse, I don't know, but at least I have money.
I search the aisles for something low-carb and finally select a bag of potato chips, the only halfway decent snack I could find. I turn to go to the cash register and run smack into someone.
"Oh!" I fall back onto the ground, and hit my head a little. It's nothing serious, I know, but it still hurts.
"Aw, damn!" I hear someone say. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hit my head." I rub my head and try to get the spots I'm seeing to go away. Wow, I'm gonna have a big bruise tomorrow.
"Are you sure? Here, I'll help you up, give me your hand, come on. Oh my God, your head's bleeding! Oh, wait, that's your hair-tie." He sounds a little panicky.
"Dude, calm down, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little. Just a headache." I start getting up, holding on to the shelf to keep my balance.
He sighs. "Okay, give me your hand, c'mon."
I reach out and take hold of his hand. "Thanks," I mumble.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I let out a sigh, and finally the spots start to fade from my vision. I'm starting to see clearer now. For the first time, I get a good look at the guy who ran into me. I gasp a little, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I-I-I....I'm Cassidy."
He smiles. "His Cassidy. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."
*AN: okay so pretend the bus is like, you get on, and there's the driver's area, and then there's the kitchen and a table, and then there's a little living room with a couch, some chairs, and a tv, and then there's four bedrooms which each are through a door and they all have a bathroom, a closet, a tv, and a dresser. yeah I know, not realistic AT ALL. But whatev.*
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I just started a tour, and we stopped for gas." Justin pops a Sour Patch Kid into his mouth and smiles.
We're sitting outside on one of the benches, talking. He gave me some asprin for my head, and bought me a soda to take them with. I told him I had my own money, but he insisted to pay.
"And then you very inconsidorately bumped into me and almost gave me a concusion." I laugh, teasing him. He laughs too, and throws a piece of candy at me.
"Take that!" He tosses another one at me and I shriek and put my hands up.
I giggle. "Stop it, stop it!"
He stops. "Sorry, but that was too funny. But seriously, you're stranded here?"
I nod. "Yep. The bus just up and left. It sucks."
"I can imagine." He takes a sip from his water bottle.
I'm about to reply when I hear heels clicking on the pavement. "Come on, Justin, let's go." A shortish woman with long dark hair stops next to the bench. She snaps her phone shut. She's wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a way expensive purse.
Justin glances at me, then looks back at his mom. "Uh, mom, can we hang out here a while longer? I feel car sick."
"Don't be ridiculous Justin. Now let's go."
"Hey, mom, listen..." He jumps up and goes over to his mom. I can see him saying something to her, but they moved away so I can't hear him. She's shaking her head, but then she stops, sighs, and nods. Justin smiles, and walks back over to me. "Hey, so, Cassidy, do you wanna come on tour with me?"
Oh my goodness. I'm not really a "Belieber" or whatever, but I'll never get this chance again. This is crazy. "Uhm, yeah! Yes! I'd love to! That'd be AWESOME!"
He grins. "Great! Well, c'mon! Aw, shit, your stuff's on that stupid bus, isn't it?" He sighs, and I nod. "Well, I'll buy you new stuff. Better stuff."
"No, Justin, I can't let you buy me stuff."
"Cass, you have no choice in this. I will buy you new clothes and everything, and you will love it." He smiles and grabs my hand. "Now come ON!" He pulls me to the tour bus, and let's me get on in front of him. I step on the bus, and I'm shocked.
"Oh my lord! This is... CRAZY!" This bus is huge. There's all sorts of crazy stuff here. I can't even begin to explain it.
He laughs, and pulls me over to a couch. "You like it?" He plops down beside me on the couch and turns on the t.v. "Whatcha wanna watch?"
"I don't really wanna watch t.v. Sorry."
He switches it off. "No problem. We got all the time in the world. What do you wanna do?"
I sigh. "I want to go to Florida. I want to lay on the beach with my best friend Stephanie, I want to get out-of-this-world manicures and pedicures from this teeny-tiny nail salon behind a Wal-Mart with my other best friend Kelly, I want to play beach volleyball with the guys and tease them about everything. I want to do what I was supposed to do this summer. I mean, this is great and all, coming on tour with you, but I'm missing my friends." I didn't mean to say that at all. I meant to say I wanted to play poker. But that's what came out. Crap.
Justin leans forward, resting his arms on his knees and looking at me. "Listen Cass, I know you miss your friends, I miss mine too. And if you want us to take you to Florida, we will. But I really want you to stay on this tour with me."
"You do? You want me here?"
"Yes, I want you to stay here."
I can't help but smile. "Okay."
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The bus is gone. GONE! I can't believe this! They just drove off without me! Didn't anybody notice that I was gone? I flip open my phone, about to call Steph and tell her to get them to turn that stupid ugly bus around and come pick my ass up, and I notice that there's no cell service.
"Shit!" I turn on my heel and stomp back inside. I look around. There's no one in here but a young-ish looking woman and a little girl who I'm guessing is her daughter or little sister. No one here can help me. There's no way I'm getting in a car with strangers.
Sighing, I walk back outside and sit down on a bench. I feel tears spring to my eyes and I try my hardest not to cry. But it doesn't work. Soon, I'm sobbing, and I hurry back inside to the bathroom. I shut myself in one of the stalls and bawl my eyes out. There's no way they're coming back for me. I won't get home, I'll be stranded in stupid Georgia for the rest of my life. I already hate this state. I wish I'd never come on this trip anyway. Sure, most of last year was a blast, but some other times... I don't want to think about it. I won't think about it. I refuse to. I'm over it.
I sniffle a little bit, then dab at my eyes with a wad of toilet paper, smooth down my hair, and walk out of the stall. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, God, I look horrible! My eyeliner's all smudged and my hair's a mess, and mascara's running down my cheeks. I pull a hairbrush and some makeup out of my purse and quickly make myself presentable. When I'm ready, I march back outside into the gas station. I look through my purse and find sixty dollars. What I'm doing with sixty dollars in my purse, I don't know, but at least I have money.
I search the aisles for something low-carb and finally select a bag of potato chips, the only halfway decent snack I could find. I turn to go to the cash register and run smack into someone.
"Oh!" I fall back onto the ground, and hit my head a little. It's nothing serious, I know, but it still hurts.
"Aw, damn!" I hear someone say. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hit my head." I rub my head and try to get the spots I'm seeing to go away. Wow, I'm gonna have a big bruise tomorrow.
"Are you sure? Here, I'll help you up, give me your hand, come on. Oh my God, your head's bleeding! Oh, wait, that's your hair-tie." He sounds a little panicky.
"Dude, calm down, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little. Just a headache." I start getting up, holding on to the shelf to keep my balance.
He sighs. "Okay, give me your hand, c'mon."
I reach out and take hold of his hand. "Thanks," I mumble.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I let out a sigh, and finally the spots start to fade from my vision. I'm starting to see clearer now. For the first time, I get a good look at the guy who ran into me. I gasp a little, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I-I-I....I'm Cassidy."
He smiles. "His Cassidy. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."
*AN: okay so pretend the bus is like, you get on, and there's the driver's area, and then there's the kitchen and a table, and then there's a little living room with a couch, some chairs, and a tv, and then there's four bedrooms which each are through a door and they all have a bathroom, a closet, a tv, and a dresser. yeah I know, not realistic AT ALL. But whatev.*
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I just started a tour, and we stopped for gas." Justin pops a Sour Patch Kid into his mouth and smiles.
We're sitting outside on one of the benches, talking. He gave me some asprin for my head, and bought me a soda to take them with. I told him I had my own money, but he insisted to pay.
"And then you very inconsidorately bumped into me and almost gave me a concusion." I laugh, teasing him. He laughs too, and throws a piece of candy at me.
"Take that!" He tosses another one at me and I shriek and put my hands up.
I giggle. "Stop it, stop it!"
He stops. "Sorry, but that was too funny. But seriously, you're stranded here?"
I nod. "Yep. The bus just up and left. It sucks."
"I can imagine." He takes a sip from his water bottle.
I'm about to reply when I hear heels clicking on the pavement. "Come on, Justin, let's go." A shortish woman with long dark hair stops next to the bench. She snaps her phone shut. She's wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a way expensive purse.
Justin glances at me, then looks back at his mom. "Uh, mom, can we hang out here a while longer? I feel car sick."
"Don't be ridiculous Justin. Now let's go."
"Hey, mom, listen..." He jumps up and goes over to his mom. I can see him saying something to her, but they moved away so I can't hear him. She's shaking her head, but then she stops, sighs, and nods. Justin smiles, and walks back over to me. "Hey, so, Cassidy, do you wanna come on tour with me?"
Oh my goodness. I'm not really a "Belieber" or whatever, but I'll never get this chance again. This is crazy. "Uhm, yeah! Yes! I'd love to! That'd be AWESOME!"
He grins. "Great! Well, c'mon! Aw, shit, your stuff's on that stupid bus, isn't it?" He sighs, and I nod. "Well, I'll buy you new stuff. Better stuff."
"No, Justin, I can't let you buy me stuff."
"Cass, you have no choice in this. I will buy you new clothes and everything, and you will love it." He smiles and grabs my hand. "Now come ON!" He pulls me to the tour bus, and let's me get on in front of him. I step on the bus, and I'm shocked.
"Oh my lord! This is... CRAZY!" This bus is huge. There's all sorts of crazy stuff here. I can't even begin to explain it.
He laughs, and pulls me over to a couch. "You like it?" He plops down beside me on the couch and turns on the t.v. "Whatcha wanna watch?"
"I don't really wanna watch t.v. Sorry."
He switches it off. "No problem. We got all the time in the world. What do you wanna do?"
I sigh. "I want to go to Florida. I want to lay on the beach with my best friend Stephanie, I want to get out-of-this-world manicures and pedicures from this teeny-tiny nail salon behind a Wal-Mart with my other best friend Kelly, I want to play beach volleyball with the guys and tease them about everything. I want to do what I was supposed to do this summer. I mean, this is great and all, coming on tour with you, but I'm missing my friends." I didn't mean to say that at all. I meant to say I wanted to play poker. But that's what came out. Crap.
Justin leans forward, resting his arms on his knees and looking at me. "Listen Cass, I know you miss your friends, I miss mine too. And if you want us to take you to Florida, we will. But I really want you to stay on this tour with me."
"You do? You want me here?"
"Yes, I want you to stay here."
I can't help but smile. "Okay."
Please Don't Go. 1
Cassidy}
"AGH! YOU'RE STEPPING ON MY HAIR!" Stephanie shrieks and starts hitting Kelly's ankle.
"OMG! I'm sorry, Steph!" Kelly picks her foot up and helps Steph up. "But why were you crawling around on the floor?"
"I was looking for my lipgloss, dummy!" Steph rolls her eyes and walks to the back seat of the bus. She plops down into the seat next to me. "Ohmygoodnessgracious, Cassidy. Can you believe that SOME PEOPLE are rude enough to step on someone's hair while they're looking for their lipgloss? Ugh!" She makes sure Kelly knows she's kidding and whips out her phone. "So, what's the first thing we do when we get to Florida?" She throws me a knowing look.
"Uh, go to our room?" We're on the way to camp in Florida, and we have about seven hours to go before we get there. We've been waiting for this trip for months, and its finally here. Last year was amazing, and we're sure this year is going to be even better.
"No, moron. Well, yeah, actually, I guess we do have to go to our room to put our stuff away first, but after that!"
I sigh. "Change, beach, guys."
"Yes! God, I love beach guys. They're so...beachy." She laughs and flips her brown-highlighted-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't know why you insist on sticking with guys from boring Indiana. I would much rather have a guy from Florida than Indiana." Stephanie hates our home state. She says the second she turns 18, she's packing up her stuff and moving to New York.
"Call me crazy, but I actually like some guys back home. And speaking of guys from back home..." I trail off as I see Zach, my current crush, walking back toward us.
"Oh my goodness gracious," Steph mutters. She pulls out her eyeliner and a compact mirror and ignores Zach.
"Hey Cassidy," he says, smiling at me.
"Hey Zach!" I reply, full of pep.
He glances down at Steph. "Hey skank."
"Hey dick." Steph replies in monotone. I hit her arm. "What? He is."
"Whatever." Zach rolls his eyes. "So, Cassidy. I was wondering. Once we get to Florida, you wanna hang at the beach with me? I bet we could get a mean volleyball game together. And you could help me organize all my stuff in my room." He winks.
"Sure! I'd love to play volleyball and hang out on the beach, that sounds really fun." I purposely leave out the part about going to his room. I know where he's going with that, and I'm not interested.
He takes the hint. "Well, okay then. It's a date." He flashes a heart-stopping smile and goes back to his seat.
I sigh. I'm about to say something to Steph about how dreamy he is, when the bus comes to a sudden halt.
"ALRIGHT! FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK!" calls the bus driver. "HURRY!"
We all line up and get off the bus. There's a long line for the bathrrom, and I end up being last. Before I leave the gas station, I check out some of the stuff they have. Snowglobes, t-shirts, purses, teddy bears, everything. Apparantly we're in Georgia. I yawn, stretching my arms, and turn to go back to the bus. I step outside and the sun hurts my eyes. I don't see anyone I know or hear any familiar voices. I look around for Steph or Kelly or Zach or somebody, and when I don't see them, I realize it, and my stomach drops.
The bus is gone.
"AGH! YOU'RE STEPPING ON MY HAIR!" Stephanie shrieks and starts hitting Kelly's ankle.
"OMG! I'm sorry, Steph!" Kelly picks her foot up and helps Steph up. "But why were you crawling around on the floor?"
"I was looking for my lipgloss, dummy!" Steph rolls her eyes and walks to the back seat of the bus. She plops down into the seat next to me. "Ohmygoodnessgracious, Cassidy. Can you believe that SOME PEOPLE are rude enough to step on someone's hair while they're looking for their lipgloss? Ugh!" She makes sure Kelly knows she's kidding and whips out her phone. "So, what's the first thing we do when we get to Florida?" She throws me a knowing look.
"Uh, go to our room?" We're on the way to camp in Florida, and we have about seven hours to go before we get there. We've been waiting for this trip for months, and its finally here. Last year was amazing, and we're sure this year is going to be even better.
"No, moron. Well, yeah, actually, I guess we do have to go to our room to put our stuff away first, but after that!"
I sigh. "Change, beach, guys."
"Yes! God, I love beach guys. They're so...beachy." She laughs and flips her brown-highlighted-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't know why you insist on sticking with guys from boring Indiana. I would much rather have a guy from Florida than Indiana." Stephanie hates our home state. She says the second she turns 18, she's packing up her stuff and moving to New York.
"Call me crazy, but I actually like some guys back home. And speaking of guys from back home..." I trail off as I see Zach, my current crush, walking back toward us.
"Oh my goodness gracious," Steph mutters. She pulls out her eyeliner and a compact mirror and ignores Zach.
"Hey Cassidy," he says, smiling at me.
"Hey Zach!" I reply, full of pep.
He glances down at Steph. "Hey skank."
"Hey dick." Steph replies in monotone. I hit her arm. "What? He is."
"Whatever." Zach rolls his eyes. "So, Cassidy. I was wondering. Once we get to Florida, you wanna hang at the beach with me? I bet we could get a mean volleyball game together. And you could help me organize all my stuff in my room." He winks.
"Sure! I'd love to play volleyball and hang out on the beach, that sounds really fun." I purposely leave out the part about going to his room. I know where he's going with that, and I'm not interested.
He takes the hint. "Well, okay then. It's a date." He flashes a heart-stopping smile and goes back to his seat.
I sigh. I'm about to say something to Steph about how dreamy he is, when the bus comes to a sudden halt.
"ALRIGHT! FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK!" calls the bus driver. "HURRY!"
We all line up and get off the bus. There's a long line for the bathrrom, and I end up being last. Before I leave the gas station, I check out some of the stuff they have. Snowglobes, t-shirts, purses, teddy bears, everything. Apparantly we're in Georgia. I yawn, stretching my arms, and turn to go back to the bus. I step outside and the sun hurts my eyes. I don't see anyone I know or hear any familiar voices. I look around for Steph or Kelly or Zach or somebody, and when I don't see them, I realize it, and my stomach drops.
The bus is gone.
Mistakes: 7
"Justin? Where are you?" I'm pacing around my room, talking to Justin.
"I just needed to clear my head. I just needed some space." His voice sounds far away, as if there's not good signal where he is.
"I understand, but I need you to come back, okay?"
"Alright. I'll be home soon."
"What did you say?" I stop pacing.
"Huh? I said I'd be home soon."
"I know. You said home."
"Oh, I, uhm, meant I'll be to your home soon."
I smile. I'm about to say something, but he hangs up. He said he would be home soon. As in our home.
I'm probably overthinking this. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. I plop down on the couch and watch t.v. for about a half hour until Justin walks in.
"Hey," he says, seeming grumpy.
"Hey babe. You alright?"
"No. I need to talk to you."
Oh no. "Yeah?"
He walks over and sits next to me on the couch. "I have to go back on tour. My mom just told me today."
"What?! I thought you paused it!"
"Yeah, about that. I didn't exactly tell my mom, or Scooter, or anyone I was pausing the tour. I just kind of left. They're really mad."
"Oh."
"And I talked to my mom about bringing you."
"You did?"
"And she said she would have to think about it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Justin gets up and walks upstairs.
I lay on the couch and quietly cry.
I'm standing in the kitchen, making a salad, when Justin walks in. He grabs my arms and pulls me into a long kiss. I kiss back, but then he starts getting more frantic, aggressive.
I pull away. "Justin. What are you doing?"
"I just love you. And I want to show you how much I love you."
I look at him. "Seriously?"
"Only if you want to."
Biting my lip, I think about what could happen. I'm gonna go for it. "I want to."
"Let's go."
We hurry up to my room.
And it's amazing.
Justin wraps his arms around me, and I sigh, leaning against his chest. "Justin, you're the best boyfriend ever."
He smiles. "I try."
"Shut up," I say, laughing.
He looks into my eyes. "I love you so much, Nicolette."
"I love you too, Justin." Even though we've said it a thousand times before, it's like it has a whole different meaning now.
Justin sits up all of a sudden. He looks away, then back at me. "I have to go somewhere."
Is he SERIOUS? "Where?"
"Somewhere. I'll be right back, though. An hour, tops."
I sigh, afraid I might cry. "Okay," I reply quietly.
He smiles sadly and climbs out of the bed and gets dressed, then gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves.
I frown, then get out of bed and pull on some shorts and a tank top. I shuffle downstairs and grab a bag of chips, then sit down on the couch to watch t.v. until Justin gets back.
An hour and a half later, Justin gets home. Finally. I'm still sitting on the couch watching Jersey Shore, sipping a bottle of rasberry tea.
He glances at me as he walks in. "I'm back."
"Really? I didn't notice." I have to admit, I'm in kind of a bad mood.
"Rawr." He raises his eyebrows.
"Stop talking to me. I'm in a bad mood."
"I can tell. But I got the best idea." He smiles and sits next to me, turning off the television.
"Hey! I was watching that!"
"Just shut up and listen. I got the most perfect idea ever."
"What?"
"Nic, you're my favorite person in the world. I love seeing you happy, and when you smile, the whole world gets brighter. You are one of the main reasons I wake up in the morning, and if I could spend every single second with you, I would." He slides off the couch and kneels in front of me.
Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Justin smiles up at me. "Nicolette, I love you. More than anything." He pulls a small black box out of his pocket. "Will you-"
"Waitwaitwait!" I take a giddy breath and bite my lip. I can't believe this. "Okay. Go on."
He laughs, grinning. He opens up the box and I see a gorgeous diamond ring. "Nicolette Marie Wright, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"
I gasp and put my hand to my mouth. Oh my God. I can't believe it. Justin just proposed. To me. Justin just asked me to marry him. I happily nod. "Yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" I start crying, and Justin jumps up, picks me up, and spins me around.
He sits me down and slides the ring onto my finger. I can't stop smiling.
"Oh my God, Justin. It's beautiful. Oh my God, oh my freaking God! I'm getting married!" I seriously cannot believe this.
"No, baby, we're getting married." Justin takes my hands and gazes into my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." Grinning, I kiss him, and I never want this moment to end.
Then, I realize it won't.
"I just needed to clear my head. I just needed some space." His voice sounds far away, as if there's not good signal where he is.
"I understand, but I need you to come back, okay?"
"Alright. I'll be home soon."
"What did you say?" I stop pacing.
"Huh? I said I'd be home soon."
"I know. You said home."
"Oh, I, uhm, meant I'll be to your home soon."
I smile. I'm about to say something, but he hangs up. He said he would be home soon. As in our home.
I'm probably overthinking this. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. I plop down on the couch and watch t.v. for about a half hour until Justin walks in.
"Hey," he says, seeming grumpy.
"Hey babe. You alright?"
"No. I need to talk to you."
Oh no. "Yeah?"
He walks over and sits next to me on the couch. "I have to go back on tour. My mom just told me today."
"What?! I thought you paused it!"
"Yeah, about that. I didn't exactly tell my mom, or Scooter, or anyone I was pausing the tour. I just kind of left. They're really mad."
"Oh."
"And I talked to my mom about bringing you."
"You did?"
"And she said she would have to think about it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Justin gets up and walks upstairs.
I lay on the couch and quietly cry.
I'm standing in the kitchen, making a salad, when Justin walks in. He grabs my arms and pulls me into a long kiss. I kiss back, but then he starts getting more frantic, aggressive.
I pull away. "Justin. What are you doing?"
"I just love you. And I want to show you how much I love you."
I look at him. "Seriously?"
"Only if you want to."
Biting my lip, I think about what could happen. I'm gonna go for it. "I want to."
"Let's go."
We hurry up to my room.
And it's amazing.
Justin wraps his arms around me, and I sigh, leaning against his chest. "Justin, you're the best boyfriend ever."
He smiles. "I try."
"Shut up," I say, laughing.
He looks into my eyes. "I love you so much, Nicolette."
"I love you too, Justin." Even though we've said it a thousand times before, it's like it has a whole different meaning now.
Justin sits up all of a sudden. He looks away, then back at me. "I have to go somewhere."
Is he SERIOUS? "Where?"
"Somewhere. I'll be right back, though. An hour, tops."
I sigh, afraid I might cry. "Okay," I reply quietly.
He smiles sadly and climbs out of the bed and gets dressed, then gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves.
I frown, then get out of bed and pull on some shorts and a tank top. I shuffle downstairs and grab a bag of chips, then sit down on the couch to watch t.v. until Justin gets back.
An hour and a half later, Justin gets home. Finally. I'm still sitting on the couch watching Jersey Shore, sipping a bottle of rasberry tea.
He glances at me as he walks in. "I'm back."
"Really? I didn't notice." I have to admit, I'm in kind of a bad mood.
"Rawr." He raises his eyebrows.
"Stop talking to me. I'm in a bad mood."
"I can tell. But I got the best idea." He smiles and sits next to me, turning off the television.
"Hey! I was watching that!"
"Just shut up and listen. I got the most perfect idea ever."
"What?"
"Nic, you're my favorite person in the world. I love seeing you happy, and when you smile, the whole world gets brighter. You are one of the main reasons I wake up in the morning, and if I could spend every single second with you, I would." He slides off the couch and kneels in front of me.
Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Justin smiles up at me. "Nicolette, I love you. More than anything." He pulls a small black box out of his pocket. "Will you-"
"Waitwaitwait!" I take a giddy breath and bite my lip. I can't believe this. "Okay. Go on."
He laughs, grinning. He opens up the box and I see a gorgeous diamond ring. "Nicolette Marie Wright, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"
I gasp and put my hand to my mouth. Oh my God. I can't believe it. Justin just proposed. To me. Justin just asked me to marry him. I happily nod. "Yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" I start crying, and Justin jumps up, picks me up, and spins me around.
He sits me down and slides the ring onto my finger. I can't stop smiling.
"Oh my God, Justin. It's beautiful. Oh my God, oh my freaking God! I'm getting married!" I seriously cannot believe this.
"No, baby, we're getting married." Justin takes my hands and gazes into my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." Grinning, I kiss him, and I never want this moment to end.
Then, I realize it won't.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Mistakes: 6
*I'm back! Sorry this took so long. I had issues with my laptop. This one might be kind of confusing, so... here. Also, I have another story I'm thinking of putting up here. It's called Please Don't Go. I think it's one of my bests. Anyway, here's the story. Enjoyyy.*
"Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to go to school today?"
He laughs. "Yes, yes you do."
"Poo." I plop down on the couch. I'm already dressed, but I was hoping Justin would let me stay home. He's been taking care of me for the past few days since I've been so sick.
He brings me a glass of juice. "Besides, I'm coming to school today."
I can feel the smile spread across my face. "You are?!"
"Yep."
"Great! And you have every class with me, right?"
He pauses, then walks into the kitchen. "Do you want any bacon?"
"No thanks. But you totally just avoided my question. Do we have every class together?"
"Are you sure? It's Canadian bacon, and I know how much you like Canadian stuff." He winks.
"Justin! Do we have every class together or not?!"
Justin sighs. "Well, you see... No."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry. I tried. But they said I can't have special treatment. I'm just a student again. Except for leaving early sometimes for recordings, photo shoots, interveiws, stuff like that."
My shoulders sink. "Oh."
"But I do have some classes with you, and then there's always lunch."
"You're right, I guess."
"You guess? I'm always right."
"Whatever Justin. Get over yourself." I smile at him so he knows I'm kidding.
I slam my locker and turn around to go to class. I'm about to walk away when Alex slides in front of me, backing me against my locker.
He smiles. "Hey Nicolette."
I try moving away, but he blocks me with his arm. "Oh, uhm, hi Alex."
"How've you been? You haven't been at school."
"Yeah, I had food poisoning. They said it was something I drank," I say, hoping he'll take the hint. Even though it was really shellfish.
"Aw, that's too bad. Well, maybe I can make you feel better..." He starts moving toward me, and I move away from him as much as I can.
"Alex, stop."
"Come on, Nikki, you know you wanna kiss me." He gets closer.
"No, Alex, stop it!"
Right as Alex is about to kiss me, I hear someone clear their throat a little behind him. "Is there a problem?"
Alex spins around, face to face with Justin. "Do you mind?"
Justin nods. "Yeah, I do." He grabs my hand and pulls me away from Alex and to his side. "Stay away from my girlfriend." He puts his arm around my waist.
Alex gets in Justin's face. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it, Beaver? Sic your bodyguard on me?"
"I will personally kill you."
I know Justin means it, and it scares me. I give him a look. "Justin..."
"I'm not scared of you." Alex laughs in Justin's face.
"You should be."
I tug on Justin's arm. "Justin. It's your first day back in over a year. Don't be stupid. You'll get in trouble."
He nods. "Let's go, Nic." He takes my hand and starts to walk away.
Alex grabs my arm, jerking me backward, and shoves me against the lockers. He smirks at Justin, then kisses me. I push at him, trying to get him away from me. I can sense Justin's anger. Then, all of a sudden, Alex is gone, and he and Justin are fighting.
I'm frozen. Justin's strong; he works out a lot. But Alex might be stronger. They're just hitting each other, and there's blood, and it's horrible. I need to do something.
"Stop! Stop it! BOYS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I pull Justin off of Alex, or maybe it's Alex off of Justin, and step in between them. "Boys! Stop it RIGHT NOW."
They glare at each other, and Alex storms away. Justin starts to walk away. "Justin."
He stops, then slowly turns to look at me.
"Come with me. Now." I grab his hand and pull him to the girls' bathroom.
"Wait, this is the girls' room! I can't go in here!"
"Oh shut up." I drag him inside and over to a sink. I wet a paper towel and carefully dab at his lip. I feel so bad for him. "Oh, baby, your lip..."
"It's fine."
"It's bleeding."
"It's fine."
I wipe away the last of the blood and give him a light kiss. "Feel better, babe."
We walk out of the bathroom and go to our seperate classes. I'm in a better mood since I broke up the fight, but then I remember. It's Thursday, and I still have seven hours of school to go for today. Great.
I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. Let's see... only a week of school left. I can survive this.
Justin walks in my room. "Hey."
I ignore him.
"Nic?"
Nothing.
"Nicolette?"
Finally, I sit up. "What do you want?"
He pauses. "Are you mad at me or something?"
"Yes Justin, I am a little mad."
"Why?"
"Because of today! Justin, you can't just beat people up. It's not right. You'll get in trouble. You can't get in fights anymore."
"Alex was kissing you!"
"I understand that today was different, but you need to work on that. Today was your first day back at school. First day. And you got in a fight. You think that's okay? The teachers already don't care for you since you're famous. This is just gonna make them not like you more."
Justin doesn't say anything. I hate fighting with Justin, and he hates fighting with me.
"Justin, I'm sorry. But I've just been thinking about that and... you know."
"I know. It's okay."
"Justin? You seem more upset than you should be about this. What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, nothing. It's fine. I just... lost my favorite shirt."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Okay. I'm gonna go eat something." He leaves the room and walks downstairs.
Weird, I think. I get up and follow him. He's in the kitchen talking on the phone. I hide and listen.
"Mom!" he's saying. "Mom, I can't just leave! I just got here! I don't care what Sooter wants!" He pauses for a few moments. "I don't care, mom. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. No, listen, I- MOM!" He sighs. "Mom, if I leave now, my relationship with Nicolette is going to fall apart. I have to stay here, or we have absolutely no chance." His voice sounds tight, as if he might cry. "I need her, mom. I love her. More than anything." Justin pauses again. "I know. But doesn't he understand? Can't you tell him? Well why? He can't be that stubborn." Pause. "Oh." Pause. "I understand. I'll talk to her. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He hangs up and sighs, leaning against the counter. He puts his head down. I can tell he's about to cry.
I wait awhile, then walk into the kitchen. "Justin? Are you okay?"
Justin spins around and rubs his eye quickly. "What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do?"
He looks in my eyes. "I love you. And you love me, right?"
I nod. "Of course I love you."
"And you know for sure that I love you?"
"Yes, Justin, I know that you love me."
"Never forget that. No matter what. I'll always love you."
I nod again. "Okay."
Then he walks past me and leaves.
"Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to go to school today?"
He laughs. "Yes, yes you do."
"Poo." I plop down on the couch. I'm already dressed, but I was hoping Justin would let me stay home. He's been taking care of me for the past few days since I've been so sick.
He brings me a glass of juice. "Besides, I'm coming to school today."
I can feel the smile spread across my face. "You are?!"
"Yep."
"Great! And you have every class with me, right?"
He pauses, then walks into the kitchen. "Do you want any bacon?"
"No thanks. But you totally just avoided my question. Do we have every class together?"
"Are you sure? It's Canadian bacon, and I know how much you like Canadian stuff." He winks.
"Justin! Do we have every class together or not?!"
Justin sighs. "Well, you see... No."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry. I tried. But they said I can't have special treatment. I'm just a student again. Except for leaving early sometimes for recordings, photo shoots, interveiws, stuff like that."
My shoulders sink. "Oh."
"But I do have some classes with you, and then there's always lunch."
"You're right, I guess."
"You guess? I'm always right."
"Whatever Justin. Get over yourself." I smile at him so he knows I'm kidding.
I slam my locker and turn around to go to class. I'm about to walk away when Alex slides in front of me, backing me against my locker.
He smiles. "Hey Nicolette."
I try moving away, but he blocks me with his arm. "Oh, uhm, hi Alex."
"How've you been? You haven't been at school."
"Yeah, I had food poisoning. They said it was something I drank," I say, hoping he'll take the hint. Even though it was really shellfish.
"Aw, that's too bad. Well, maybe I can make you feel better..." He starts moving toward me, and I move away from him as much as I can.
"Alex, stop."
"Come on, Nikki, you know you wanna kiss me." He gets closer.
"No, Alex, stop it!"
Right as Alex is about to kiss me, I hear someone clear their throat a little behind him. "Is there a problem?"
Alex spins around, face to face with Justin. "Do you mind?"
Justin nods. "Yeah, I do." He grabs my hand and pulls me away from Alex and to his side. "Stay away from my girlfriend." He puts his arm around my waist.
Alex gets in Justin's face. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it, Beaver? Sic your bodyguard on me?"
"I will personally kill you."
I know Justin means it, and it scares me. I give him a look. "Justin..."
"I'm not scared of you." Alex laughs in Justin's face.
"You should be."
I tug on Justin's arm. "Justin. It's your first day back in over a year. Don't be stupid. You'll get in trouble."
He nods. "Let's go, Nic." He takes my hand and starts to walk away.
Alex grabs my arm, jerking me backward, and shoves me against the lockers. He smirks at Justin, then kisses me. I push at him, trying to get him away from me. I can sense Justin's anger. Then, all of a sudden, Alex is gone, and he and Justin are fighting.
I'm frozen. Justin's strong; he works out a lot. But Alex might be stronger. They're just hitting each other, and there's blood, and it's horrible. I need to do something.
"Stop! Stop it! BOYS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I pull Justin off of Alex, or maybe it's Alex off of Justin, and step in between them. "Boys! Stop it RIGHT NOW."
They glare at each other, and Alex storms away. Justin starts to walk away. "Justin."
He stops, then slowly turns to look at me.
"Come with me. Now." I grab his hand and pull him to the girls' bathroom.
"Wait, this is the girls' room! I can't go in here!"
"Oh shut up." I drag him inside and over to a sink. I wet a paper towel and carefully dab at his lip. I feel so bad for him. "Oh, baby, your lip..."
"It's fine."
"It's bleeding."
"It's fine."
I wipe away the last of the blood and give him a light kiss. "Feel better, babe."
We walk out of the bathroom and go to our seperate classes. I'm in a better mood since I broke up the fight, but then I remember. It's Thursday, and I still have seven hours of school to go for today. Great.
I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. Let's see... only a week of school left. I can survive this.
Justin walks in my room. "Hey."
I ignore him.
"Nic?"
Nothing.
"Nicolette?"
Finally, I sit up. "What do you want?"
He pauses. "Are you mad at me or something?"
"Yes Justin, I am a little mad."
"Why?"
"Because of today! Justin, you can't just beat people up. It's not right. You'll get in trouble. You can't get in fights anymore."
"Alex was kissing you!"
"I understand that today was different, but you need to work on that. Today was your first day back at school. First day. And you got in a fight. You think that's okay? The teachers already don't care for you since you're famous. This is just gonna make them not like you more."
Justin doesn't say anything. I hate fighting with Justin, and he hates fighting with me.
"Justin, I'm sorry. But I've just been thinking about that and... you know."
"I know. It's okay."
"Justin? You seem more upset than you should be about this. What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, nothing. It's fine. I just... lost my favorite shirt."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Okay. I'm gonna go eat something." He leaves the room and walks downstairs.
Weird, I think. I get up and follow him. He's in the kitchen talking on the phone. I hide and listen.
"Mom!" he's saying. "Mom, I can't just leave! I just got here! I don't care what Sooter wants!" He pauses for a few moments. "I don't care, mom. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. No, listen, I- MOM!" He sighs. "Mom, if I leave now, my relationship with Nicolette is going to fall apart. I have to stay here, or we have absolutely no chance." His voice sounds tight, as if he might cry. "I need her, mom. I love her. More than anything." Justin pauses again. "I know. But doesn't he understand? Can't you tell him? Well why? He can't be that stubborn." Pause. "Oh." Pause. "I understand. I'll talk to her. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He hangs up and sighs, leaning against the counter. He puts his head down. I can tell he's about to cry.
I wait awhile, then walk into the kitchen. "Justin? Are you okay?"
Justin spins around and rubs his eye quickly. "What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do?"
He looks in my eyes. "I love you. And you love me, right?"
I nod. "Of course I love you."
"And you know for sure that I love you?"
"Yes, Justin, I know that you love me."
"Never forget that. No matter what. I'll always love you."
I nod again. "Okay."
Then he walks past me and leaves.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Mistakes: 5
*shorty! it sucks, sorry. major writers block recently, and I've been crazy busy. but anyway. here ya go.*
Justin holds my hair back as I throw up. I've been bent over the toilet for hours, and I feel miserable.
"Oh my God..." I moan. I feel like crap. "I feel like crap."
He chuckles. "I can tell."
"It's not funny."
"Sorry."
I finish puking up the contents of my stomach and sit back. "What's wrong with me?"
He sits next to me on the floor. "Maybe you had something bad to eat."
"Or maybe I had too much to drink."
"Yeah, about that. You normally don't drink a lot, do you?"
I slowly shake my head. "No, not really."
"Well, you smelled like alcohol. Like, a lot, a whole lot. Like you'd drank an entire bottle of vodka."
"Well, somebody gave me a drink, they said it was vodka and Red Bull, but I couldn't taste the Red Bull at all."
His fists clench. "Who gave you the drink?"
I shouldn't say anything, I really shouldn't. But I can't put up with a whole bunch of crap right now, I really can't. "Alex."
"I knew it." He starts to stand up. I grab his arm and stop him.
"Justin, don't. Not right now. I need you." I clutch his arm tighter, digging my nails into his skin as another wave of nausia passes over me. "Oh my God."
"Nic? What's wrong? Are you feeling sick again? Here." He pulls my hair back like a ponytail, and tilts me gently toward the toilet. I throw up again.
"Get me some medicine."
"What do I get?"
"Something that will make me stop puking, you moron!"
"Okay! Sorry!" He hurries out of the room. He returns a few minutes later with some pills. "Here; take these. I got them from Lindsay. She says she takes them after she's drank too much."
I take the pills with a cup of water and immediately feel better. "Oh my gosh, are these like magic pills or something?"
"I guess." He laughs.
I stand up slowly, and Justin helps me. We walk to my room and I lay down on my bed. "Oh my goodness, my bed is so soft. I love my bed, don't you Justin?" I have to admit, I might be a little bit drunk.
He laughs and smiles. "Yes, I definately love your bed." He lays down next to me. "I love you, Nicolette. Are you too drunk to understand that?" He's still smiling.
"No, I'm not. I love you too, Justy-Wusty." I grin.
We just lay there, don't say anything, till eventually I fall asleep in Justin's arms.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Justin whispers in my ear.
"No."
"Yes. Get up. You have to go somewhere with me."
"Not now. Later."
"No, now! Get up!" He starts jumping on the bed, and pulling covers off me.
"Justin! Oh my God! Stop it! I'm hungover, I spent all night throwing up, and I'm tired. Could you maybe act your age for once?"
He grins. "Nope."
I glare at him. "I hate you. And turn off the light."
"Come on, Nikki," he whines.
"Oh my goodness, fine, whatever." I get out of bed and walk to my closet. "So where are we going? What should I wear?"
"Anything. Just come on, we're going to be late! And we're going to a pool party, so bring a swimsuit."
I sigh. "Alright. Get out."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna put my swinsuit on under my clothes!"
"I think I should stay."
"Out."
He look really disappointed, but leaves. Smiling, I change out of my pajamas into my turquoise Tomas Maier Triangle string bikini. I pull on a pair of white short-shorts and a black and white horizontal-striped loose, flowy tank top. I slip some white flip flops on my feet, then grab a big white tote bag and stuff a towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, and some extra clothes in it.
I walk out into the hallway, where Justin's waiting. "You ready?" he asks.
I start to nod, but then my stomach lurches, and I drop my bag and run to the bathroom. I throw up again and again and again.
"Nicolette?" Justin walks in. "Oh no, again?"
I can't reply. I lay down on the floor next to the toilet.
"Nic, you're really pale. Are you okay? Maybe we should get you to the hospital..."
I weakly nod, then throw up again. Justin takes my hand and helps me up. He grabs a bucket to take in the car with us, then helps me into the car. On the way to the hospital, I throw up a couple more times.
"Alright, we're here." He helps me out of the car and gets me inside, where they immediately get me into a room.
Justin stays by my side the whole time. I feel like absolute crap. I want to curl up in a ball and die.
Finally, the doctor comes in to tell us what's wrong with me.
"You have food poisoning," he says. "You ate some bad shellfish. That's all. You should be better in a few days."
"Thank you, doctor," says Justin.
The doctor leaves, I throw up, we go home, I throw up again, and I fall asleep. Then I wake up and throw up again.
It's going to be a long few days.
Justin holds my hair back as I throw up. I've been bent over the toilet for hours, and I feel miserable.
"Oh my God..." I moan. I feel like crap. "I feel like crap."
He chuckles. "I can tell."
"It's not funny."
"Sorry."
I finish puking up the contents of my stomach and sit back. "What's wrong with me?"
He sits next to me on the floor. "Maybe you had something bad to eat."
"Or maybe I had too much to drink."
"Yeah, about that. You normally don't drink a lot, do you?"
I slowly shake my head. "No, not really."
"Well, you smelled like alcohol. Like, a lot, a whole lot. Like you'd drank an entire bottle of vodka."
"Well, somebody gave me a drink, they said it was vodka and Red Bull, but I couldn't taste the Red Bull at all."
His fists clench. "Who gave you the drink?"
I shouldn't say anything, I really shouldn't. But I can't put up with a whole bunch of crap right now, I really can't. "Alex."
"I knew it." He starts to stand up. I grab his arm and stop him.
"Justin, don't. Not right now. I need you." I clutch his arm tighter, digging my nails into his skin as another wave of nausia passes over me. "Oh my God."
"Nic? What's wrong? Are you feeling sick again? Here." He pulls my hair back like a ponytail, and tilts me gently toward the toilet. I throw up again.
"Get me some medicine."
"What do I get?"
"Something that will make me stop puking, you moron!"
"Okay! Sorry!" He hurries out of the room. He returns a few minutes later with some pills. "Here; take these. I got them from Lindsay. She says she takes them after she's drank too much."
I take the pills with a cup of water and immediately feel better. "Oh my gosh, are these like magic pills or something?"
"I guess." He laughs.
I stand up slowly, and Justin helps me. We walk to my room and I lay down on my bed. "Oh my goodness, my bed is so soft. I love my bed, don't you Justin?" I have to admit, I might be a little bit drunk.
He laughs and smiles. "Yes, I definately love your bed." He lays down next to me. "I love you, Nicolette. Are you too drunk to understand that?" He's still smiling.
"No, I'm not. I love you too, Justy-Wusty." I grin.
We just lay there, don't say anything, till eventually I fall asleep in Justin's arms.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Justin whispers in my ear.
"No."
"Yes. Get up. You have to go somewhere with me."
"Not now. Later."
"No, now! Get up!" He starts jumping on the bed, and pulling covers off me.
"Justin! Oh my God! Stop it! I'm hungover, I spent all night throwing up, and I'm tired. Could you maybe act your age for once?"
He grins. "Nope."
I glare at him. "I hate you. And turn off the light."
"Come on, Nikki," he whines.
"Oh my goodness, fine, whatever." I get out of bed and walk to my closet. "So where are we going? What should I wear?"
"Anything. Just come on, we're going to be late! And we're going to a pool party, so bring a swimsuit."
I sigh. "Alright. Get out."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna put my swinsuit on under my clothes!"
"I think I should stay."
"Out."
He look really disappointed, but leaves. Smiling, I change out of my pajamas into my turquoise Tomas Maier Triangle string bikini. I pull on a pair of white short-shorts and a black and white horizontal-striped loose, flowy tank top. I slip some white flip flops on my feet, then grab a big white tote bag and stuff a towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, and some extra clothes in it.
I walk out into the hallway, where Justin's waiting. "You ready?" he asks.
I start to nod, but then my stomach lurches, and I drop my bag and run to the bathroom. I throw up again and again and again.
"Nicolette?" Justin walks in. "Oh no, again?"
I can't reply. I lay down on the floor next to the toilet.
"Nic, you're really pale. Are you okay? Maybe we should get you to the hospital..."
I weakly nod, then throw up again. Justin takes my hand and helps me up. He grabs a bucket to take in the car with us, then helps me into the car. On the way to the hospital, I throw up a couple more times.
"Alright, we're here." He helps me out of the car and gets me inside, where they immediately get me into a room.
Justin stays by my side the whole time. I feel like absolute crap. I want to curl up in a ball and die.
Finally, the doctor comes in to tell us what's wrong with me.
"You have food poisoning," he says. "You ate some bad shellfish. That's all. You should be better in a few days."
"Thank you, doctor," says Justin.
The doctor leaves, I throw up, we go home, I throw up again, and I fall asleep. Then I wake up and throw up again.
It's going to be a long few days.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Okay People.
Alright. So this isn't a story, in case you haven't noticed. But I'm extremely excited and nervous about something and I need to tell people. So here we go, internet, listen up. There's a guy I like, no names shall be mentioned. He's really cute. I want to tell him I like him, but I like him so much that I don't wanna mess anything up, even though there's like nothing there. So I was talking to my friend and she said she would tell him for me if I wanted her to. And I thought about it for awhile..... and decided to let her tell him. So she's going to tell him for me Monday morning, which is technically tomorrow since its like twelve in the morning/night/midnight/whatever, on the bus on the way to school. But I'm also really nervous, because I have english class with him first period. And what if he says something? My friend told me he's really nice and he wouldn't call me out in front of everybody, and I really hope she's right. Even though it's highly unlikely that he'll like me back, I'm still really excited and really, really nervous to see what he says. But now, I can't stop thinking about him, and I've been listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift and a whole bunch of other romantical songs (but mainly that one) over and over again for the past hour or so. So you get how I'm feeling right now. Just wait till I hear his response. It'll be a frickin waterfall of emotion.
lovelovelove,
Riley
lovelovelove,
Riley
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Mistakes: 4
*this one's kinda sucky, I think. I'm having extreme writer's block lately, and I've been working on another story too, so, yeah.*
"Are you sure you still want me to go to the party?" I pout and look at Justin.
"Yes, I want you to go to the party. Besides, I'm probably gonna hang out with Chaz and Ryan tonight. I haven't seen them in awhile too."
"But you get to take them on tour with you. And you never bring me," I point out.
"I'll bring you sometime, I promise."
"You make a lot of promises these days."
"Nicolette, don't start this." Justin looks at me, almost pleadingly. I don't want to fight; it just slipped out.
"Sorry. I just..."
"I know. But you're still going to that party." He grins.
"Fine, I'll go! Whatever!" I sigh, and Justin laughs.
"Atta girl." He kisses me on the cheek, then stands. "I gotta go. But I'll see you tonight, okay?"
"You'll see me tonight?"
"I'm staying here."
"But my mom's out of town."
"I know." He winks, and I catch my breath a little.
"Okay!" Smiling, I stand and folow him out of the room. At the front door, I kiss him, and what was meant to be a good-bye kiss turns out to be a long, lingering kiss, and I have to pull away. "Justin, you just said you had to go."
"I can be a little bit late," he murmurs, trying to pull me back into another kiss.
"No, Justin, no. Wait till later. Not now."
"So, later? As in later today, or another day?"
"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after that."
"Aww, c'mon Nikki!"
I smile. "You'll see." And with that, I push him out the door.
"Oh my gosh, this party is crazy!" Hayden screams over the loud music. If I Had You by Adam Lambert is playing.
"I know!" I shout back. I take another sip of my drink. This is probably the craziest party in ten years. Well, besides Gary Fincher's party four years ago. No one will ever forget that party.
Hadley stumbles over to us. "You guys, I love this party! The drinks are so much better this year!"
I nod. "I know! I heard Tanner hired baristas from a club in New Jersey where Pauly D dj's!"
Hayden shrieks with joy at this. "We're drinking the same drinks as Pauly D!" She loves Pauly D.
We all laugh. Just then, Alex strolls up with Tanner and Garret. Tanner puts his arm around Hayden's shoulders and whispers something in her ear, and they leave. Garret grabs Hadley's hand and leads her away again. Then Alex sidles up to me and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.
"Hey, sexy," he says in my ear.
"Hey Alex!" I'm a little bit uncomfortable, but I try not to show it.
"You want something to drink?"
I hold up my drink to tell him I already have something. He smiles, then knocks the cup out of my hand, and the remainder of my drink spills all over the carpet. I gasp and jump back so it doesn't completely ruin my shoes. "Alex! What was that?!"
He smiles innocently. "I'll go get you another drink. Wait here." He leaves, and being the super nice person I am, I wait.
He returns a couple minutes later, holding a new drink in his hand. "Here ya go!"
I take it and take a sip. It tastes a little funny, but I ignore it, figuring it's just a different drink than what I normally drink. "What is this?"
"Vodka Red Bull! It's great!"
I smile and take another sip. It is kinda good, I guess. But all this music is starting to hurt my head. "This music is way too loud!"
"Oh yeah? Let's go somewhere quieter!" Alex grabs my hand and pulls me across the room and starts to go upstairs. I'm pretty sure this is a really bad idea, but I need to get away from this chaos.
He leads me down the dark hallway and opens a door. He lets me go inside first, the closes the door behind him. I slump against the wall, holding my head. My head is throbbing now; it hurts like hell. "Oh my God," I mumble. "Do you have any asprin?"
He shakes his head. "No, sorry. But at least it's a lot quiter in here, right?"
I nod a little. "Yeah, I guess." I take another sip of my drink, hoping it will ease the pain a little. It helps a little, and I smile a bit, then take another big gulp.
Alex laughs. "Good drink, I'm guessing?"
"What? Oh, yeah. It helps the headache."
"Maybe it would help if you didn't sit on the floor." He helps me up and I sit down on the bed. Then I lay back, sighing. My head still hurts a little. "You alright?" Alex sits next to me, and his voice has a little concern in it, but not much.
"I guess. My head feels a little bit better." Then I notice the way Alex is looking at me, and I realize that I need to get out of here right now. I sit up, and even though it hurts my head more, I stand. "I should probably get back to the party..."
"What's the rush? Why not stay up here and have our own party?" He gets up and moves close to me, backing me against the wall.
"Alex, I can't. I have a boyfriend."
"I can change that." He tries to kiss me, but I move my head to the side.
"My friends are downstairs-"
"Your friends are busy."
"But-"
I'm cut off when Alex covers my mouth with his. Surprised, I start to kiss back, just by instinct. Then I realize what I'm doing and push him away from me.
"Alex, stop."
"Why?" He slides his hand into my back pocket. The room behind him starts spinning.
"Stop!" I push him hard and he stumbles back a little. I take that as my opportunity and hurry away from him.
"Nicolette!" He grabs my arm, pulling me back towards him.
"Stop it!" I yank my arm away from him and run out of the room. My vision is really blurry, though. I hurry downstairs and run across the room. I spot Hayden stepping outside, Tanner-less. I rush over in the same direction.
"Hayden!" I stumble outside. Heels were most definately not made for running away from potential rapists. "Hayden!" I look around and see her leaning against the side of the house, sipping her drink.
She looks up at me. "Oh, there you are, Nikki! I was starting to get worried." She smiles at me. "Is Alex a good kisser?"
"What?"
"Your lipstick is smeared a little. You kissed him. Was it good?"
I quickly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "That's not important. Just get me out of here."
"Why do-"
"Just take me home!"
She shakes her head. "I can't drive. I've been drinking too much. Sorry. Ask Hadley."
I choke back tears and run back into the house. I look all over for Hadley, and finally see her heading towards the front door. "HADLEY!"
She spins around, searching for whoever called her name. I run to her.
"Hadley, take me home!"
I see concern in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head. "I'll explain later, just take me home now. Hayden can't; she's drunk."
Hadley hesitates. "God, I'm real sorry, Nikki. I'm a little buzzed too." She giggles.
"Ugh!" I run my hands through my hair. What do I do if Alex comes up to me? What if he tries to do something? He probably will. He almost did.
"Why don't you just call Justin? He's only like ten minutes away with Chaz and Ryan, right?"
I snap my fingers. "You're right! I'll call him." I walk outside and stomp through the yard. I quickly dial Justin's number and hit the call button.
"Hello?" answers Justin. I can hear Chaz and some girl talking in the background.
"Justin? Can you come pick me up?"
"What's wrong? Where are you?"
I can't tell him about Alex. "I don't feel good. I'm at Tanner's party."
"Alright. I'm getting in the car now." I hear the car door close. "I'll be there soon, okay?"
"Okay." I hang up and stand on the curb waiting for him. I feel someone watching me, though, and when I turn around, I see Alex staring at me from the guest bedroom window. It creeps me out, and I cross my arms tighter, clutching my phone tight in case I need to call anybody. When I turn back around about a minute later, Alex is gone.
Five minutes later, Justin pulls up. He jumps out of the car and hurries to my side. "Nikki, are you okay?"
I nod. "Yeah. I just want to go home, or maybe I could go with you back to wherever you were with the guys. They like me."
"Yeah, they do. Alright, let's go."
We get in the car and Justin drives off. I take a deep breath; I'm away from Alex. Hopefully I won't have any more troubles with him.
Justin decides to just take me home since my head hurts. I walk inside and slump down on the couch, and my phone vibrates. I glance down at it; I have a new text message. It's from Alex.
"Oh, no," I whisper.
"Hey babe. Looking forward to next time. Maybe we can make it a little more interesting ;)."
I feel light-headed. My head starts to hurt again, and the room starts spinning. It's like I'm on the Tilt-A-Whirl. I feel sick. It feels like my head is going to explode. Thn my stomach lurches, and I jump off the couch, run to the bathroom, and throw up.
"Are you sure you still want me to go to the party?" I pout and look at Justin.
"Yes, I want you to go to the party. Besides, I'm probably gonna hang out with Chaz and Ryan tonight. I haven't seen them in awhile too."
"But you get to take them on tour with you. And you never bring me," I point out.
"I'll bring you sometime, I promise."
"You make a lot of promises these days."
"Nicolette, don't start this." Justin looks at me, almost pleadingly. I don't want to fight; it just slipped out.
"Sorry. I just..."
"I know. But you're still going to that party." He grins.
"Fine, I'll go! Whatever!" I sigh, and Justin laughs.
"Atta girl." He kisses me on the cheek, then stands. "I gotta go. But I'll see you tonight, okay?"
"You'll see me tonight?"
"I'm staying here."
"But my mom's out of town."
"I know." He winks, and I catch my breath a little.
"Okay!" Smiling, I stand and folow him out of the room. At the front door, I kiss him, and what was meant to be a good-bye kiss turns out to be a long, lingering kiss, and I have to pull away. "Justin, you just said you had to go."
"I can be a little bit late," he murmurs, trying to pull me back into another kiss.
"No, Justin, no. Wait till later. Not now."
"So, later? As in later today, or another day?"
"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after that."
"Aww, c'mon Nikki!"
I smile. "You'll see." And with that, I push him out the door.
"Oh my gosh, this party is crazy!" Hayden screams over the loud music. If I Had You by Adam Lambert is playing.
"I know!" I shout back. I take another sip of my drink. This is probably the craziest party in ten years. Well, besides Gary Fincher's party four years ago. No one will ever forget that party.
Hadley stumbles over to us. "You guys, I love this party! The drinks are so much better this year!"
I nod. "I know! I heard Tanner hired baristas from a club in New Jersey where Pauly D dj's!"
Hayden shrieks with joy at this. "We're drinking the same drinks as Pauly D!" She loves Pauly D.
We all laugh. Just then, Alex strolls up with Tanner and Garret. Tanner puts his arm around Hayden's shoulders and whispers something in her ear, and they leave. Garret grabs Hadley's hand and leads her away again. Then Alex sidles up to me and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.
"Hey, sexy," he says in my ear.
"Hey Alex!" I'm a little bit uncomfortable, but I try not to show it.
"You want something to drink?"
I hold up my drink to tell him I already have something. He smiles, then knocks the cup out of my hand, and the remainder of my drink spills all over the carpet. I gasp and jump back so it doesn't completely ruin my shoes. "Alex! What was that?!"
He smiles innocently. "I'll go get you another drink. Wait here." He leaves, and being the super nice person I am, I wait.
He returns a couple minutes later, holding a new drink in his hand. "Here ya go!"
I take it and take a sip. It tastes a little funny, but I ignore it, figuring it's just a different drink than what I normally drink. "What is this?"
"Vodka Red Bull! It's great!"
I smile and take another sip. It is kinda good, I guess. But all this music is starting to hurt my head. "This music is way too loud!"
"Oh yeah? Let's go somewhere quieter!" Alex grabs my hand and pulls me across the room and starts to go upstairs. I'm pretty sure this is a really bad idea, but I need to get away from this chaos.
He leads me down the dark hallway and opens a door. He lets me go inside first, the closes the door behind him. I slump against the wall, holding my head. My head is throbbing now; it hurts like hell. "Oh my God," I mumble. "Do you have any asprin?"
He shakes his head. "No, sorry. But at least it's a lot quiter in here, right?"
I nod a little. "Yeah, I guess." I take another sip of my drink, hoping it will ease the pain a little. It helps a little, and I smile a bit, then take another big gulp.
Alex laughs. "Good drink, I'm guessing?"
"What? Oh, yeah. It helps the headache."
"Maybe it would help if you didn't sit on the floor." He helps me up and I sit down on the bed. Then I lay back, sighing. My head still hurts a little. "You alright?" Alex sits next to me, and his voice has a little concern in it, but not much.
"I guess. My head feels a little bit better." Then I notice the way Alex is looking at me, and I realize that I need to get out of here right now. I sit up, and even though it hurts my head more, I stand. "I should probably get back to the party..."
"What's the rush? Why not stay up here and have our own party?" He gets up and moves close to me, backing me against the wall.
"Alex, I can't. I have a boyfriend."
"I can change that." He tries to kiss me, but I move my head to the side.
"My friends are downstairs-"
"Your friends are busy."
"But-"
I'm cut off when Alex covers my mouth with his. Surprised, I start to kiss back, just by instinct. Then I realize what I'm doing and push him away from me.
"Alex, stop."
"Why?" He slides his hand into my back pocket. The room behind him starts spinning.
"Stop!" I push him hard and he stumbles back a little. I take that as my opportunity and hurry away from him.
"Nicolette!" He grabs my arm, pulling me back towards him.
"Stop it!" I yank my arm away from him and run out of the room. My vision is really blurry, though. I hurry downstairs and run across the room. I spot Hayden stepping outside, Tanner-less. I rush over in the same direction.
"Hayden!" I stumble outside. Heels were most definately not made for running away from potential rapists. "Hayden!" I look around and see her leaning against the side of the house, sipping her drink.
She looks up at me. "Oh, there you are, Nikki! I was starting to get worried." She smiles at me. "Is Alex a good kisser?"
"What?"
"Your lipstick is smeared a little. You kissed him. Was it good?"
I quickly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "That's not important. Just get me out of here."
"Why do-"
"Just take me home!"
She shakes her head. "I can't drive. I've been drinking too much. Sorry. Ask Hadley."
I choke back tears and run back into the house. I look all over for Hadley, and finally see her heading towards the front door. "HADLEY!"
She spins around, searching for whoever called her name. I run to her.
"Hadley, take me home!"
I see concern in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head. "I'll explain later, just take me home now. Hayden can't; she's drunk."
Hadley hesitates. "God, I'm real sorry, Nikki. I'm a little buzzed too." She giggles.
"Ugh!" I run my hands through my hair. What do I do if Alex comes up to me? What if he tries to do something? He probably will. He almost did.
"Why don't you just call Justin? He's only like ten minutes away with Chaz and Ryan, right?"
I snap my fingers. "You're right! I'll call him." I walk outside and stomp through the yard. I quickly dial Justin's number and hit the call button.
"Hello?" answers Justin. I can hear Chaz and some girl talking in the background.
"Justin? Can you come pick me up?"
"What's wrong? Where are you?"
I can't tell him about Alex. "I don't feel good. I'm at Tanner's party."
"Alright. I'm getting in the car now." I hear the car door close. "I'll be there soon, okay?"
"Okay." I hang up and stand on the curb waiting for him. I feel someone watching me, though, and when I turn around, I see Alex staring at me from the guest bedroom window. It creeps me out, and I cross my arms tighter, clutching my phone tight in case I need to call anybody. When I turn back around about a minute later, Alex is gone.
Five minutes later, Justin pulls up. He jumps out of the car and hurries to my side. "Nikki, are you okay?"
I nod. "Yeah. I just want to go home, or maybe I could go with you back to wherever you were with the guys. They like me."
"Yeah, they do. Alright, let's go."
We get in the car and Justin drives off. I take a deep breath; I'm away from Alex. Hopefully I won't have any more troubles with him.
Justin decides to just take me home since my head hurts. I walk inside and slump down on the couch, and my phone vibrates. I glance down at it; I have a new text message. It's from Alex.
"Oh, no," I whisper.
"Hey babe. Looking forward to next time. Maybe we can make it a little more interesting ;)."
I feel light-headed. My head starts to hurt again, and the room starts spinning. It's like I'm on the Tilt-A-Whirl. I feel sick. It feels like my head is going to explode. Thn my stomach lurches, and I jump off the couch, run to the bathroom, and throw up.
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