| Part 5 (I'm not helpless.) |
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| We walked up the stairs to his hotel room. We couldn't use the elevators because of the paparazzi. "You can change in the bathroom and I'll change in here," he said, meaning the bedroom. "We can use the dryer to dry the towels and your clothes if you want." He wanted an answer. "Yea, ok," I said as I walked into the bathroom. If I change fast, it's like I wanted to come out and see him without clothes, but if I'm slow, it's like I'm in here snooping. A few minutes later, I gave him a warning before I walked out of the bathroom., "I'm done changing." "Ok, want to dry them now?" he asked. "Yea." We needed to dry them because I put the 2 piece on this morning because I didn't have any clean under clothes. I didn't tell him that. "It's just down stairs," he said. "You don't have maids to do this for you?" I asked as we walked out of the room, and down the steps. "Yea, I could have them do this, but I'm not helpless," he explained. "I can use a dryer." "I kow you're not helpless. I was just asking," I replied. "Why are you eating ice?" I asked, when we were waiting for our stuff to dry. "I like ice. Is that a problem?" He looked at me and smiled. "Now, but you're using your hands. Other people use that ice, and you're using your hands." He was eating the ice out of the machine. "I'm only touching the ice I'm eating." "True but..." I paused. "But what? You know I'm right. It's good." "Nevermind," I laughed. "Want some ice?" he asked laughing and opening his mouth to show me the ice in this mouth. "I'll pass. Thanks anyway," I said laughing, too. "Tell me if you change your mind," he said walking back to the ice machine. "Oh shit that's cold!" I jumped back and hit the dryer. Jonathan dropped a handful of ice down my shirt. "You ok? I didn't know yiou would jump like that." He was laughing so hard, his face turned a little red. "I'm fine." I grabbed three or four pieces, and grabbed his pants. "Oh, now you're jumping around!" "Ok, you got me back. We're even." He was still laughing as he was trying to get the ice out of his pants. The clothes were dry so we headed back up to his room. "I'm putting my 2 piece on under my clothes," I said as I walked into the bathroom. A minute later, when I walk out of the bathroom, he asks, "Do you like cheese pizza?" "Yea, why?" "I was going to order some," he said as he picked up the phone. "Ok great, I like pizza." After he ordered pizza, I guess from the hotel, we walked into the living room. "Pizza is on the way in 20-30 minutes," he said as we sat down. "Ok." I'm trying to think of something to talk about. "Do you like TV?" I asked. "Yea, but I want to talk to you." "Talk about what?" I throw it on him to pick the topic. "Anything you want," he replies, throwing it back to me. "Do you have a brush or a comb?" I asked. "My hair is bugging me." "Yea, I have combs," he said walking to the bathroom. "Here you go," he said handing me a comb. "Thanks!" "No problem," he said smiling at me. "Your hair is pretty. You don't dye it do you?" He slid his fingers throught my hair. "No, I'm a real blonde. In first grade my hair was close to white." "Really," he said. He wanted to know more. Well, I found a topic. "Because I loved swimming, and the stuff to keep pools clean, made my hair white." "How long was it like that?" "Uh, from the end of July to the end of September. It started looking dead and real dry." I'm telling him a personal story. What is wrong with me? Shut up! "I do like your hair," he laughed. Then there was a knock at the door. "I'll be back," he said as he walked over to the door. It's pizza. So I don't feel or look helpiess, I go get plates and something for us to drink, and bring it to the living room. "It smells good," he said as he sets the tray down on the table. "Yea, it does. Looks good, too." How many pieces do I get? One makes me loks like I have an eating problem, but three is like I'm a pig. So I get two pieces. "Eat all you want," he said, taking three pieces; only leaving one on the tray. As good as it is, two is my limit, or I'm a pig in front of Jonathan. When we were done eating pizza, we walk out to his car. It's getting late. School's are letting out in a half an hour. We decided to sit at the park. "I had fun with you today," he pointed out. "Yea same here," I said. I was thinking, "Kiss me! Kiss me!" "Can I walk you close to your house?" Uh how do you tell this cute guy no? You don't. "SURE!!!" We got up and started walking. "Nice homes around here," he said looking around. "About 85% of the people around here are old," I said not sounding mean, because it is true. "I bet I know what house is yours," he said laughing. "Bet you don't," I said laughing back. "I know for two reasons," he said stopping and looking me right in the eyes. "What two reasons would that be?" I asked, still laughing. "One, I walked you home, remebmer? And I stayed to watch you get inside; and second..." He paused to laugh some more. "Second, because of the two police cars in your driveway." "Uh," I said turning around to look at my house. Yea, he is right. Two police cars are in my driveway. "Your mom must be scared. Want me to go with you? Help explain or something?" I started crying a little, and he was thinking about my mom. "I can't go that way. I can't go home. She will kill me and then you. NO WAY!" I started walking the other way, fast. "Where are you going?" he asked running after me. "Anywhere but home." "Come on, the longer you're gone the more scared their going to be and the more mad at you when you do go home." "Wait until the police leave, then we can go try explaining it to my parents. Just not with the police there." "Ok," he agreed. |