| Chapter Thirty Two |
| It had been a week since she had seen Justin and she was starting to miss him terribly. She had talked to him regularly and gotten full reports on each of the guys, including JC. According to Justin he had been distruat the whole week, and was returning to work the same day she was. "Horrible timing." She chimed to the thin air, laying her head on the desk. "I could come back later." Johnny called from the door, not sure what was going on. "No, not you, sir. I was talking to myself, I didn't even realize you were there." "Oh, sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to you about something." "Of course." She motioned for him to take a seat, then straightened her blouse. "Well, you did a wonderful job at the last interview, sitting in with the guys. I'd like you to do it from now on, every interview." "I'd love to." She forced a smile, wanting to scream that she didn't want to be around JC. "Great." He was gone as quickly as he came, and she dropped her head to her desk in frustration. "Scooter, you okay?" A light knock accompanied Justin's voice, and she kept her head where it was. "I'm fine." She insisted, listening as Justin acquired a chair. "Tell me what's wrong." "I'm having a horrible day, no week, no, now that I think of it month." Her head shook against the desk when she found the correct amount of time. "What's happening?" "First you went to the hospital, then ugh, the whole JC thing, my grandma, and now..." She trailed off, not sure exactly how to tell him. "And now?" "And now Johnny told me he wants me to go to every interview with you." Her hands began to fiercly rub her temples in circular motion as her head kept it's place. "That's a bad thing?" His voice came uncertian, and she wanted to look up, but didn't have the energy. "Yeah, I know I can't be around Josh that much." Her head bounced a few times and Justin had the urge to slip his hand beneath it to stop it. "I'm sorry." Her head snapped up at the sound of JC's voice and she caught a glimpse of him leaving the room. "And I thought it couldn't get worse." Her head fell back to the desk, harder and more times than before. "Brianne stop it!" Justin's hands grabbed the side of her head and balanced it against the head rest. "Justin, I need caffiene." She dragged her feet to the coffee machine, Justin a few steps behind her. "Maybe you should go home." He winced in pain as she spilt quite a bit of scolding coffee on her bare legs. "What would be the fun in that? I think I might actually be safe there." She wiped the coffee from her now red legs, and walked away with what was left in her cup. "Let me see." Justin stopped her in the hallway, then got down on his knees to get a better view of the damage. "It's fine." She insisted, but let him continue his search. "It doesn't look very good." He lifted her leg with her help to view it in the light. "Justin, you're going to have to put my leg down soon. I have a skirt on and this can't look too good." "I will keep your leg however I want it until I am sure you're okay." "You think so?" Her lips pursed, despite the fact she was enjoying Justin's behavior. "Yeah I do." He set her leg down then stood satisfied. "And you're going home." "No I am not." She quickly made her way to her office and shut the door, leaving Justin in the hallway. "Yes you are!" He yelled down the hall, not even attempting to follow her. "Are what?" Chris opened the studio door, and Justin entered. "She's going home." He informed, taking a seat amongst the men. "She just doesn't know it yet." "Why?" "She just spilt coffee all over her legs, and they're burnt." "Really?" Joey ignored his previous task of annoying Lance with a pen to join the conversation. "No, I just thought it'd be funny to tell you that." "How are you going to get her to go home?" Lance grabbed the pen from Joey's hand and threw it across the room. "I don't know, any ideas?" "I'll try." JC was gone before Justin could refuse. "I'm not going home, Justin." She playfully threw a wad of paper at the door, then looked up to see JC. "I'm sorry." "Let me see your legs." He didn't wait for an answer, instead rounded the desk then pulled her chair out. "I'm fine." "Bri, your legs are red." "Josh, I can't leave work. I have already missed two weeks out of the last month." She held her arms above her desk. "Look at all this work." "I'm not even going to try. You're too damn hard headed to listen to me about anthing. Why should your health be any different?" JC was gone, but not for good. Thirty minutes later he returned, then pulled her away from the desk wordlessly. He quickly applied some aloe to her burns, then pushed her chair back, ready to leave without a word. "Thank you." "No problem." He continued for the door. "Josh?" "Yeah?" He turned a few steps from the door, resting his hand on the knob. "Really thank you." "Your welcome." He started to turn again, but she held up a finger to tell him to wait. "How about dinner tonight?" His jaw dropped, she had invited him to dinner. "Wh-yeah." His head nodded vigarously, excited she was reconsidering. "Great, meet me here when you get off?" "Of course." |