Vanessa's Point Of View
I laughed happily as Justin described to me his interpretation of the menu. We were at a fancy French restaurant, and neither of us knew the language.
Right after out little situation, we had decided to go out to dinner to get to know each other a little bit better. At the moment, Justin was telling me what Vierre Sufle* was.
"A bit of toasted pig feet spread with delicious lemon butter, topped off with just a splash of olive juice," Justin informed me with a straight face, causing me to laugh even harder.
As I glanced up, I noticed that our waiter was standing there with an annoyed _expression on his face.
"What would you like?" He asked us, his voice heavy with accent.
"We, uh, need just one more minute." Justin replied, grinning sheepishly.
The waiter let out a sigh of exasperation, turned on his heel, and stalked off.
"Vanessa, do you wanna get outta here?" Justin asked me, his big blue eyes twinkling.
"Yes, please." I replied.
He grinned and then grabbed my hand and yanked me to my feet.
"Let�s lose the security guard." He whispered, gesturing to the huge guy sitting at the back of the restaurant.
"Hurry-he isn't looking!"
And with that, the two of us were out the door, laughing with relief.
"Everybody assumes I like rich people food," Justin sighed, "but I think most of it�s disgusting!"
I laughed, and then snuggled up against his muscular body for warmth.
"Are you cold?" Justin asked me.
"Yeah it's freezing out here! Let�s go somewhere indoors."
"Okay."
We made our way to the limo in the parking lot and Justin told the driver to head back to the hotel.
Once we were inside, we began to warm up, and Justin started telling me about the group.
"I'm pretty close to Josh,� Justin remarked. "Chris is always hyper, as you could tell, Lance is the quietest and keeps to himself a lot, and Joey misses his girlfriend all the time.
"Lately," Justin continued, "Josh has been acting different. His morals have changed or something. I hope fame isn't getting to his head or anything..."
"What does he do?" I asked him.
"Josh has two girlfriends. He's been with Precious for three years, and he just recently met this chick named Amanda. Personally, I think she seems strange, but cool. Precious... well, there's something about her that just isn't right, but I can't put my finger on it."
"Do his girlfriends know about each other?" I asked.
"Nope. I told Josh that he needs to pick one girl, but he says he likes both of them the same. He talks about Amanda like he loves her, though, but maybe it's because she's still a new girlfriend. He seems pretty serious about her though, they haven't even kissed yet, and he said he's willing to wait."
"Wow. But I still don't agree with him having two girls," I replied, shocked at how different his life is compared to how the media portrayal.
"I know. I don't think he realizes the mess he's in... well, here's the hotel.�
I got out of the limo and stretched my legs, and Justin and I walked hand and hand inside.
When we reached the fourth floor, I heard Chris yell. "Justin! Who's that?"
As we got closer to him, his _expression changed from normal to horrified and embarrassed.
"I'm, uh, sorry for running into you..." He said. "Justin didn't tell you what else happened, did he?"
"Actually, yes, he told me all about you peeing in your pants," I replied.
Chris's face turned bright red, and he turned around and bolted into his hotel room, looking like an ashamed puppy with its tail between its legs.
"That's Chris for you," Justin muttered, shaking his head.
*I don't know anything about French foods, I just made that name up.