Josh's Point of View
I sat at the polished wooden desk in my posh hotel room, a large pile of papers crowded around me. I crumpled up the one I was writing on and tossed it on the floor with the others.
Cursing, I stood up and stretched. I felt bad for how I had treated Precious, and I wanted to apologize, but I didn't know how. I wanted her to know that I was confused. I wanted her to know that I was lying when I told her that I had never loved her, and that I didn't want anything to do with the beautiful life that we had created. I wanted her to know that even if I didn't love her anymore, I still cared.
Hearing knocking at my door, I crossed the room swiftly and pulled it open. I stared at the person in front of me, totally shocked at their presence. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It was Precious.
Vanessa's Point of View
I stumbled into my room in a daze. I was so confused...
Closing the door behind me, I sat down on the edge of my bed, in the same spot that I had sat on in Justin's room just a few seconds ago.
Closing me eyes, I leaned back and relaxed, trying to sort my thoughts out.
But I didn't know what to think of Justin. Yeah, there was some sort of amazing electrical spark when we touched, but yet... was he trying to take advantage of me? He seemed so trustworthy; so innocent, but I mean, I had met the guy less than 24 hours ago. I barely knew him, and already he was trying to get into my pants. What was up with that?
Sighing, I undressed and stepped into the shower, turning the water to steaming hot. The scalding liquid washed over me like a warm blanket of comfort, and I closed my eyes contently.
After I had put my pajamas on, I crawled into bed exhaustedly. This had been one long day, and I was anxious to get some sleep before I would have to confront Justin again tomorrow. Sometimes he could be so perverted! I shook my dripping wet head and turned over, switching off the light.
Just then, the phone rang, cutting through the comforting silence like a knife sliding through butter.
Moaning tiredly, I picked up the stupid thing that had disturbed me from my beauty sleep and mustered up enough strength to sound halfway alive.
"Hello?" I croaked.
"Hey, it's Amanda." I heard.
"What do you want?" I replied, my tone changing from exhaustion to defiance.
"I wanna apologize for acting like a bitch yesterday. I just have had a hard life and sometimes it's hard for me to not act snobby."
"Hey, thanks for saying you're sorry; I appreciate it. And I won't hold it against you, we all have our days." I said.
"Thanks."
"Listen, I don't wanna be rude, but I'm so tired it's not even funny and I'm gonna pass out if I don't get some sleep soon. But maybe we can hang out sometimes." I suggested.
"Sounds great!" She responded. "Bye."
I hung up the phone and closed my eyes wearily. Maybe Amanda wasn't so bad after all...