Vanessa's Point of View
I woke up slowly, sun seeping warmly through my expensive-looking window curtains. I lied there for a minute, thinking about where I was and wondering if yesterday's events were just a wishful dream of mine.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringing from the telephone. "Hello?" I yawned sleepily.
"What's up?" A familiar voice asked. My heart jumped. It was Justin.
Not wanting to let on how thrilled I was that he had called me, I sounded nonchalant as I answered, "Nothing much. I just got up."
"I figured that. You sound sexy-I mean sleepy!" I grinned. "Smooth move, Justin!" I heard him mutter.
"So... didn't you have a concert tonight?" I asked.
"Nope. I checked our schedule. It's actually tomorrow night."
"So what do you wanna do today?"
"Let's go screwing. I mean shopping!!!!" He said. I heard a loud slap, followed by a, "Damnit Justin shut up!" I laughed to myself.
"Justin?"
"Sorry. I, uh..."
"Slapped yourself?"
"Kinda. Anyway still up for shopping? I just got my pay check."
"Sure! I'll use my credit card I guess."
"No, I insist. I'll pay."
"If you're sure..." I said reluctantly.
"Positive." I heard.
"Justin?
"Yup."
"What happened between us yesterday? You know, the whole, um, kiss thing."
"I don't know but I- I kinda liked it... A lot." He replied, suddenly sounding a bit shy.
"Me too," I agreed.
"Oh no, not again! Justin exclaimed, exasperated.
"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.
"Nothing. I just have to take a cold- I mean hot- shower before we leave."
"Okay. Pick me up in an hour?" I asked.
"I'll be there."
"Ok, bye!" I hung up the phone, a little confused. Justin had something wrong with his voice I guess...
Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I jumped into the shower, knowing that Justin was taking one also, and shamefully wishing that it were with me...
Josh's Point of View
I woke up in my car, in the middle of a deserted parking lot. The night before, I had gone to a bar after meeting Precious, and I had drunk eight shots of tequila. I normally never drank, but I needed something to stop thinking about the intense subject on my mind.
I needed to go somewhere to think now. Getting out of the car, I began walking, and soon found myself outside an old, empty warehouse. Entering, I sat against the wall and began to sob.
I leaned back and forth slowly, my muscular body shaking with wrenching sobs. Why? Why me? Why? Why? WHY!?
"WHY!!?????" WHY THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!?" I screamed out at no one in particular. My whole life was at stake-my career, my image, and the person and I had once loved more than life itself. And one thing was causing it all.
A baby.