Amanda�s Point of View
I climbed into the limo and sat down, sobbing.
�Amanda! What�s wrong?!� Vanessa asked me, alarmed at my tears.
I began to pour out the story to her, completely oblivious to the other people in the car. When I finished, she sat back, shocked.
�Wow. What a jerk!� She exclaimed. �And Precious... that�s just wrong.�
I could only nod.
It was then that I noticed the other passengers that were listening to our conversation. There was Justin, who looked like he was about to strangle somebody, and a girl I didn�t know who was looked a little uncomfortable about all the hype.
She must have noticed I was staring, because she extended her hand in a friendly manner. �Hey, I�m Tawny.�
I shook it loosely, giving her a weak smile, for I was unable to conjure up much happiness at a time like this. �I�m Amanda.� I replied.
�Amanda.� She repeated. �Are you... okay?�
I burst out laughing. �Am I ok? AM I OK? No I�m not okay. I don�t know if you care, but the man that I love just left me and I�m not... �ok.��
The three of them stared at me strangely, laughing in the face of sorrow. But I went on, and soon my true emotions were expressed. My laughing turned to weeping, and I was soon sobbing loudly, tears running down my face and neck and collecting on my clothes.
�Why?� I asked, rocking back and forth. �Why did he do this to me? Why? Why? Why....� The sobs continued.
�Come on Amanda.� Vanessa said gently, touching my arm. �Let�s go upstairs and you can rest. Then we can... talk about it.� She shot a worried glance at Justin.
She guided me slowly out of the limo and into the parking lot. We walked towards the hotel, me crying my heart out with Vanessa gently holding onto my arm, and Tawny dragging her luggage behind us, not sure of what to say or do.
�Justin, are you coming?� Vanessa called over her shoulder.
�Yeah, I�m coming.� Came the reply. Soon Justin appeared beside us, walking at a steady pace to the hotel. �I�m coming to go beat the shit outta that son of a bitch.�
Sara�s Point of View
Lance and I were back in our hotel room, watching Ms. Congeniality. When it was over, Lance turned around and looked deeply into my eyes, his steady gaze reaching every inch of my heart.
I remembered a line from the movie. �You think I�m goooooooooooooorgeous, you want to kiiiiiiiiiiss me. You want to huuuuug me, you want to looooove me.� I sang softly, breaking the silence.
Lance reached over and kissed me. �That is so true.� He whispered softly. Then he started to sing.
�When the visions around you bring tears to your eyes, and all that surrounds you...� He crooned in that incredibly sexy deep voice of his that was like no other.
I closed my eyes and willingly lost myself in the power of the words.