| They had picked out the same pants as Joey and Lucy, at the moment they were looking for shirts. "I like this one." She held up a yellow shirt with Boys R' Us printed across the front. "Well I'm not wearing something that says that. I can see the headlines already 'Nsync Singer Thinks Boys Are Toys'" She laughed at his mock reporter tone then held up a simple orange shirt with blue trim. "How's this?" "Now that I can wear. Is there a guys?" He looked around the shop as if the shirt would magically appear before his eyes. "Well let me see." She disappeared into the men's section of the store and returned seconds later with the shirt, holding it up for his approval. "Let's go." He nodded his head then grabbed the yellow shirt she had been looking at. "I'm not getting that shirt, I'm getting this one." She held up the orange one, quirking her head to the side as if it would help her understand why he had picked it up. "You can wear this another day. I like it." "Ok." She set her things on the counter as the lady began to ring up the clothes. "I'm paying." Justin pushed aside her hand that already held her credit card. "Ok, we'll just put mine on my tab." He kissed her on the cheek as he handed the lady his credit card. "I need ID please." The lady insisted as Justin dug in his pockets for the desired items. The lady's eyes grew in size as she looked at the name on the credit card then the ID. She finally let her eyes meet his face as he held a finger over his lips begging her not to scream. He quickly obtained a piece of paper and pen and scrawled his name across it. "Come see what we got!" She knew they were there somewhere, the BMW she had let her brother borrow for his visit had been in the driveway. "What'd you get?" Lucy asked rounding the corner, while Tiffany pulled all the clothes from the bag, laying them across the couch. "You're wearing two shirts tomorrow?" Joey picked at the hem of one of the shirts, pulling a hair from it. "No, Justin wouldn't get one that matched the yellow one and I liked it so I got it for another day." "I don't blame him." Joey snickered as he looked over the shirt. "Hey you got the same pants as us!" Lucy exclaimed as she picked up Tiffany's pair. "Yeah we had to, they are so cute." Tiffany half squeeled as she rounded the couch to join Lucy. "Cute? Jeans aren't cute. And niether are cars." Joey informed, letting his eyes rest on Tiffany. "Yeah they are. Especially cars." "I bet you think that '69 Charger you have out there is cute huh?" Joey winked to show he was only playing, but kept a straight face otherwise. "You have a '69 Charger?" Justin pulled the clothes back into the bag, except the shirt Lucy and Tiffany were inspecting. "Yeah you haven't seen it? It's bad ass. It's painted just like the Dukes of Hazards one." Her brother looked at Tiffany in disbelief Justin hadn't been shown the car. "No it's not, it's orange but there isn't a rebel flag on the top, there's a Texas flag." Tiffany defended, upset that he would think she would be as vulgar as to have a rebel flag painted onto her car. "I wanna see it." Justin almost jumped over the couch when Tiffany waved for him to follow her. "Make her take you for a ride in it. That thing can haul ass." Joey called after them as they walked into the garage. Tiffany walked to the last car in the room, then held out her arms in a model fashion. "This is it." She ran her hand along the hood, missing the roar of the engine. "Can I drive it?" Justin inspected every aspect of the exterior ending at the tail pipe. "No, but I'll take you for a ride. Noone drives this car but me. Not even my brother." She grabbed the keys off a shelf and unlocked the doors. "Hop in." "This is nice." "It's all been restored." They had been talking about his family for nearly thirty minutes when Tiffany decided it was time to go home before she got upset. She did a u turn at the next light and started heading back toward the house. She stopped at the next red light as he told her about his little brothers. A car full of female teenagers pulled up to the light in the lane next to them. They looked over into the car and immediatly recognized Justin. They rolled down the window and started yelling for Justin's attention. Justin ignored them, he hoped they would think it wasn't him if he acted like he didn't notice it. "Justin those girls want your attention." Tiffany was amused that he hadn't noticed, or at least hadn't faltered in his speech as they hung out the window yelling at him. "Don't worry about it." "I think you should at least wave." "If I talk to them they will tear my clothes off me. Look how worked up they are now." "Ok, it's your choice not mine." She pulled away because the light had turned green. After she had driven for another twenty minutes she looked into her rear view mirror to discover the girls were still behind them "I don't think they believed your act." "Ok, pull over at the next gas station, I'll meet them." He instructed and she pulled into the gas station. Just as they had expected the girls followed. They pulled up to Justin's side of the car and he rolled his window half way down. "Hello." He greeted once they had all crowded around the window. Tiffany was observing him, she admired how calm he was acting. "Who's that?" One of them said on a nasty tone referring to Tiffany after Justin had distributed autographs. "This is a very good friend of mine." Justin explained, hopeful they would leave soon. "You should ditch her and come hang out with us, we are going to a huge party." Another added, bending slightly at the waist to get a better view of Justin. "I'll have to pass." Justin said graciously, as if he would meet up with them at another time. "Be that way." The driver said as she pulled her keys out and ran one down the side of Tiffany's Charger. Tiffany almost hopped from the car but Justin stopped her. "That's no way to show your love for our music." Justin half scolded, while Tiffany fumed over what had just happened. "This isn't your car is it?" The driver said, throwing a hand to her chest in an innocent manner. "Well no, " "Then who cares?" The driver interupted, throwing her hands in the air to show her lack of concern. "I happen to." Justin defended seconds before she slid the key across the car again. "Then you're probably mad now." She said in an overly innocent tone. To say Tiffany was pissed would be an understatement. Before Justin had a chance to stop her she hopped from the car, grabbed the driver by the back of her head and slammed her head into the hood of the car. "Back in the car!" She yelled to the passengers and they obeyed. She turned her head back to the driver. "I hope you know this is a very expensive car. They are very rare. And you just keyed it!" Tiffany had a strong grip on the girl, she had tried to get up but failed. She started to speak. "Shut up. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I just want you to understand one thing. Now pay attention this may be hard for you to comprehend. You ever get that close to my car again and I will have to tear every limb from your body." |
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