Amanda's Point of View
I walked back to my hotel room and collapsed onto the soft bed. Where was Josh? He was supposed to be back hours ago. A single tear ran down my face. I had suspected that he was seeing someone else. He probably didn't even like me. No one liked me. Everybody thought I was just a bitchy girl. But that wasn't true. I just... I just didn't know how else to act.
You see, when I was born, my mom, who was only fourteen at the time, didn't want me, so she gave me up. For years of my childhood, I was dragged from foster family to foster family constantly. I was never with one family for more than a year.
Then, when I was fifteen, my entire life changed. A rich couple wanted a daughter, and they met me and decided to adopt me. All of a sudden I was given everything I wanted. I went from not having enough clothes to wearing a thousand dollar designer outfit every day. For the rest of high school, I attended a prestigious private school where everyone was a complete snob. And I wanted to fit in, so I turned into one.
I'm nineteen now, and four years of preppy bitchiness taught me to act that way too. I just... I just don't know how to be nice anymore. And it seems like wherever I go, everyone thinks I'm a shallow rich materialized snob. But Josh doesn't. I met him two months ago. He was visiting my hometown in Ohio for a concert, and of course, I had VIP seating and backstage passes.
Josh and I met backstage, and we hung out for the whole week he was there and really got to know each other. Then he told me he wanted to spend more time with me and invited me on tour with the group, much to the rest of the guys' distaste.
He seemed to bring out the real me. Sometimes, when it's just him and I, alone, talking, I swear I feel just like I did when I was in foster care. I actually noticed the small things again, the way Josh's voice sometimes cracked adorably when he talked, the stray hair that always seemed to stick straight up on his head, the sweet essence of his presence. Sometimes, when I was with him, all the clothes and money in the world didn't matter anymore. It didn't even matter to me that I couldn't tell anyone, not even my closest friends, that I knew him. That's why I loved him. He was all that mattered.
Sighing, I dried my tears. I'm doing it again, I told myself. I'm just thinking about me. Stop being pathetic, Amanda! Stop it! I blew a stray hair off my face and grabbed the phone. I wanted to call my friend. She was supposed to be meeting some guy tonight, and she had been really worried. She said she had to tell him something important. It was strange, though. For some reason, she wouldn't tell me who the guy was.
Humming to myself, I held the receiver up to my ear and dialed her number. It rang seven times, and I was just about to hang up when I heard a faint "Hello?"
"Precious?"
"Hey Amanda."
"What's wrong with your voice? Are you sick? How did your meeting with the mysterious guy go?" I asked.
"I don't wanna talk now." She told me, almost in a whisper. "I'm tired and I have a headache. I hafta go."
I heard a distinct "click," and then a loud dial tone. Shrugging my shoulders, I hung up the phone and rolled over to get some sleep.
Justin's Point of View
What the hell was wrong with me? I turned over again. I had never been this bent out of shape over a girl before. Actually, not even close to it. I was used to girls throwing themselves all over me, but there had never been any... sparks. Not like with her.
"Vanessa." I said her name out loud, grinning to myself. "Vanessa." I loved the sound of that name. It was beautiful, just like her. I just wished I could touch her; hold her in my arms...
Ugh! I had to stop thinking about her! We had just met. Yet the kiss was so magical... And- "STOP IT JUSTIN!" I screamed at myself. I was obviously going to go crazy if I didn't do something soon, so I stood up and walked out of my hotel room into the hall.
I walked as slowly as possible as I passed Vanessa's room, wishing so badly that she would appear.
Glancing around, I went up to her door and listened. I knew it was wrong. But how could I resist?
I heard singing. She was singing... "Girlfriend." I grinned. Maybe she was thinking about me... Nah. She probably didn't even like me that much.
But the excitement of that thought thrilled me. I glanced down. "Oh, shit." I muttered. I ran back to my room and closed the door behind me, yanking off my clothes. I stepped quickly into the bathroom.
How many cold showers was I going to have to take in the next few days? I thought to myself. I didn't know, but I did know that it was going to be more than a few...