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"Yeah it is, big, huh?"
"Looks like fun!" He hopped out of the car and she was at his side in seconds.
"You better behave. No crazy shit." She playfully scolded.
"Me? Misbehave? Never!" His hand rose to his chest as his eyes grew in size playfully.
"Ok, lil' boy no snack if you are bad!" Her finger shook playfully in front of him.
"What kinda snack if I am good?"
"I doubt that will happen, but if you are milk and cookies." She stepped into the door he was holding open.
"I might be good."
"Come on." Her feet carried her to an elevator with Justin at her heels. When the elevator made it's way to the top she led him to the west side of the building. "See over there, past the water?" He pointed to where she was and nodded his head. "That little town is where I lived when I first moved here."
"Where from?"
"Texas."
"How long have you lived here?"
"Almost two years."
"That's not long to be a guide." His lips curved at the edges.
"Ok, then you can find a new one." She turned to walk to the elevator. "Good luck, everyone here is a tourist."
"No, two years is plenty of time." He whined playfully.
"That's what I thought you said." She turned on her heels to return to him.
"Do you always get your way?"
"Of course."
"Ah, a Daddy's girl." He slid his hands up and down against eachother.
"Uh huh, you a Mommy's boy?"
"No." His hand met his chest in overacted shock.
"Uh huh, sure."
"How'd you know?" He hung his head in defeat.
"You're prissy." His eyes almost left thier sockets. "No, I mean not prissy- you dress nice." His lips were pouting and she was about to begin the apologies again. "Do you always get your way?" She said in frustration.
"Yeah." His lips abbondonnned pouting and smiled.
"Figures, you're a POPSTAR." Her tongue left her mouth.
"Do I sense some sarcasm?" He followed her into the elevator.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just making sure." The words nonchalantly left his lips.
"Where to now?" He held the door open for her.
"I'm hungry, I want my snack."
"Sorry, but I don't know of any resteraunts that serve milk and cookies." Her foot pressed the clutch while she started the engine of the car.
"Then my place it is." He was once again looking for a CD to listen to.
"You wanna get your car first?" Atleast if he is a weirdo I will have mine to escape in. Her eyes studied him. I doubt he is.
"Yeah." He inserted a CD in the player. Soon DMX filled the car.
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"Not much? This house is huge!" Her eyes wondered the room. "And very impersonal."
"What does that mean?" His feet carried him into the kitchen.
"I mean it doesn't look like a teenager lives here. It doesn't look like anyone lives here." Her hands spread to prove her point.
"My room does." He defended.
"And how many people see your bedroom?"
"Just me so far."
"Oh, that makes sense." Her tongue exposed itself once again.
"You wanna see it?" He handed her a glass of milk.
"Who am I to refuse the invitation of a lifetime?" Giggles filled the kitchen.
"Ok, this way." She followed as closely as she could. Her eyes wondered the room when it was lain before them. "See, personal." His hands outlined the room.
"You have a Tommy fetish?" The signiture red, white, and blue filled the room completely.
"How'd you know?" He mocked surprise. "You're a quick one." He teased. He didn't know but he had taken it too far. One button he shouldn't have pushed was intelligence. She had worked hard to take advanced classes and ace them. She had graduated valedictorian when all her hard work was rewarded. She hated for people to call her stupid, even when joking.
"Well, I have to go." Her milk was thrust into his hands and she turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" His confusion showed in his words.
"I have a recording at two." She said sharply. Her brown curls shook with her words.
"Oh, ok." What did I do?
"I'll see you later." Feeling obligated to be nice, it had been the first thing she thought of.
"When?" The words hopefully left his lips.
"I dunno." Her feet made a path for the stairs. As soon as her foot hit the third step she was stopped.
"Can I come?" A child like pleasure filled his eyes.
"Yeah. Follow me." What was I supposed to say? No? Seems easy, huh? Not with those big blues staring you down. Soon she was weaving in and out of traffic with the Corvette close behind. She parked behind the store and ran her hand along the dash of the BMW. Jacob had nice taste. She closed her eyes at the thought. Why had she chosen that car lately? It had been over a year since she drove it. Until a week ago, now she was driving it all the time. A tap on her window startled her. She darted her eyes toward Justin while a hand tried to calm her breathing. Quickly recovering herself, she hopped out of the car with a smile painted on her face. It was time to be nice. "Sorry, my mind got a little busy in there." She tried hard to giggle and succeeded. She pulled out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the store's back door. "Hey Angie."
"Hey there, what happened to the guide job? Fired already?" The blonde pulled her into a hug.
"No, this is my tourist, Justin." She felt better already. Angie had been her best friend since her freshman year of high school. Just seeing her made her feel better.
"Hi Justin. Chelly you have tons of messages. There are lots of bands in this city that want recording time." She threw her hands up in frustration.
"Thank you." Justin noticed the words went deeper than usual.
"Your welcome." Tears were building in both women's eyes. They both knew what time of year it was. Unfortunatly Justin did not. The whole moment was over his head.
"Well, I better get the studio ready for the boys." Michelle disappeared. Justin had purposely stayed, he turned to Angie.