KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
�Just 10 more minutes!� I shouted angrily.
I hadn�t gone to bed till like 2 in the morning. I was talking with the guys and before I knew it, midnight had just flown by. Of course, JC, being the responsible one, just had to go to sleep early.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
�SHUT THE HELL UP!� I shouted. I was waking up now, but out of anger and frustration.
I glanced at the clock with sleepy eyes.
It flashed 11:46.
�Shit,� I grumbled before going to answer the door.
I checked my hair briefly in the mirror, making sure it looked reasonable.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
He didn�t get to knock the third time cuz I opened the door, but instead he hit my head-hard.
�OW! What the hell do you think you�re doing?!� I yelled, putting my hand on my head.
�Oh, I am SO sorry. I didn�t mean to. I�m sorry,� he apologized.
�What are you doing here anyway? I thought you guys were practicing your dance moves Mr. Perfect,� I scolded.
He gave me a half smile that I couldn�t help but think was adorable.
�Well, I thought I�d take a break from this whole �hell week�, and take you out to lunch.�
�Oh. Yeah sure. Just wait for like, 20 minutes. I�ll be there in a sec,� I called, going toward the bathroom.
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I looked at myself in the mirror. I had my mid-back length, black hair pinned up with a hair claw, a scoop necked baby pink t-shirt with off the shoulder sleeves, and a black mini skirt.
Walking out of the bathroom, I searched my suitcase for my strappy black, heeled sandals.
With the heels hanging off my 2 fingers, I walked out and down into the living room.
I heard a distinct whistle.
My head snapped toward it. It was Justin.
�Oh. Hey Curly,� I greeted, walking over to him. �Where�s JC?�
�He told me to meet him here. Why? Where are you goin�?� he asked skeptically.
�JC invited me to go out to lunch with �im,� I explained, sitting on a chair next to him.
�Really? He invited me to go with him too.�
�Oh really�� I said as I looked around the first floor for JC.
�Where is he?�
�Hey Jessie!�
I spun around, almost crashing into JC�s chest.
�Don�t freak me out like that!� I cried out, pushing him back.
�Sorry. So, we goin� or what?� he asked, throwing up his keys and catching them again.
�Where�s Justin?� I asked, looking around.
�What about him?� he asked, opening the door for me.
�He said you asked him to join us,� I said, confused. I climbed up into the Jeep and sat myself down.
�He�s lying. I wanted to go with you, not him,� he said as he sat down in the driver�s seat.
�Oh.� I fastened my seat belt.
�Ok here we go,� he said as he started up the car.
�So it�s hell week?� I asked as we cruised along the street.
�Yeah. We practice like non-stop for like 16 hours a day. Wade let me off cuz you were here.�
�Man, that�s brutal.�
�You haven�t seen brutal till you�ve seen the fans,� he joked.
�It must be rough to go through those death tunnels of adolescent girls and their nails,� I joked with him.
�You wouldn�t believe it. I�m serious. When they�re in packs, lemme tell ya, they are like wolves. Not one shred of pride. They are the most feared among the pop world,� he laughed.
I laughed along with him.
We finally got to the place. It was a little place called�McDonald�s.
I looked at JC to my left. He was wearing a baseball cap and dark sunglasses.
�The prices of fame,� he sighed, getting out of the car.
I shook my head and followed him into the restaurant.
After we ordered, we sat down in the corner, away from everybody else.
�So, Jessie, tell me a little more about yourself.�
�What do you wanna know?� I asked, biting into a fry.
�What you�d look for in a guy,� he said casually.
Not at all the kind of question I thought he�d ask. A bit unnerving too.
I paused. Then I responded, �Well, he has to be honest. That�s always number one. Then a sense of humor, someone who listens to me, is spontaneous, kind, generous, intelligent, creative, appreciative, modest, someone with high morale, and some other little things, but those are the big things,� I told him.
�Wow. That has to be some guy to fill those requirements.�
�I know some guy would be just right though. There just has to be. But I know I�ll know when I meet him,� I informed.
�Sometimes you don�t know till it hits you.�
�Maybe�� I said before I took a bite out of my burger.
�Why does he have to be creative?� he asked curiously.
�Oh come on. You of all people should know. Creativity is the one thing that sparks new ideas and such. Creativity is the one thing I truly care for. It�s the core of my existence.�
�Really?�
�Uh huh. Music is the thing.�
�Now you�re speakin� my language,� he joked.
I laughed. �That�s the creative part explained.�
�Do you think Justin could pass your requirements?� he asked.
�Let me think. Sense of humor-check, spontaneous-check, generous-check, creative-check, kind-check, honest-check, and yaddy yaddy ya. He may have all the requirements, but he�s missing something too.�
�What�s that?�
�The chemistry. I met him, he was nice, but no sparks,� I explained.
�Ah�anybody you met that had that chemistry?�
�Yeah. Only one,� I said softly.
�Who�s that?� he asked curiously.
�You wouldn�t know him.�
�Try me.�
�No. I don�t think I should. I mean, I just met you. Should I tell you anything about my personal life?�
He held his hands in front of him. �Ook. If you don�t wanna share, fine.�
�Thank you. I just wish I could find this guy before I get too old.�
He smirked. �You might. You just might.�