The next evening
The day had totally rocked. She had woken up beside Justin with him smiling
way too big and her making comments about morning breath. She didn’t mean to fall asleep in his
room. She had had every intention of
sleeping in her own bed, but she was fully rested laying there beside him and
was unable to keep herself from drifting off.
She had woken up beside him and had felt completely refreshed after a
full nights sleep. They had spent the
morning watching cartoons and then they both had to leave to go to the
venue. She wanted him to kiss her before
she left to change and get ready, but he didn’t.
At the venue she had only seen him
a few times, but that was ok. It wasn’t
out of the ordinary to see him run past at about
She had gone to get dinner and
when she sat down she noticed him getting up with Joey and some of the
crew. She hated she hadn’t gone to get
dinner earlier; then maybe she would have been able to sit with him. But she had promised Rick she would wait for
him.
It was when she was in the play
room, lying down, reading something in Rolling Stone about the concerts that
summer when she felt a presence. When
she moved the magazine down away from her face she saw him standing there,
dressed for the show, leaning against the wall, smirking at her.
She narrowed her eyes at him even
though she was smiling. “What do you want?”
He stared at her for a few
seconds. The expression “undressing her
with his eyes” came to mind, because that’s exactly how she felt under his
gaze. But surprisingly, she didn’t
really mind. “You.”
“You’re disturbing my reading.”
She tried not to giggle when he
swaggered over to her, trying to be as cool and suave as possible. She knew he was joking, and she loved every
minute of it. “It’s been almost 24 hours since I’ve felt your lips against
mine.”
“Lets be a little more dramatic
why don’t we.” She rolled her eyes and
lifted the magazine up over her face so she couldn’t see him leaning over
her.
“I need to feel you in my arms
again.”
When the magazine was plucked from
her grasp and tossed somewhere in the room, her mouth dropped and she was
getting ready to cuss him out out of annoyment but when she looked up and saw
the mischievous look in his eyes and the wide grin, she couldn’t help but want
to curl up to him. It had only been
about half a day since she was able to be close to him and normally she would
gag over couples, or whatever you wanted to call them, that couldn’t stand
being more than 5 minutes apart. But she
really did miss him that day. She had
gotten a hint of what it was like to be cared for and to get affection the
night before, and now she hated to admit it, but she really liked it, and
wanted to be that way with im again.
“You’ve been listening to Richard
Marx again haven’t you?”
She could see him trying to keep
the façade of Rico Suave up. But he let
out a quiet laugh and then contained himself.
“I’ve been waiting for you Kristen.”
She smiled, realizing that he was
now crawling over her on his hands and knees.
She had a feeling she was gonna get her little bout of affection she had
been craving. “Right
here?”
He nodded and his voice returned
to a more normal Justin tone. “You look
cute today.”
“You can stop with the seducer
act. It’s getting annoying.”
He situated himself beside her on
the couch, his back to the back of the furniture, making her lay a little on
her side. “Ok.”
“Don’t mind me I’m just laying
here.” She said it in a sarcastic tone
but in all actuality she didn’t mind at all.
He was pressed against her, and his arms were around her, and he was
contently sighing. She was almost
starting to believe that he really did like her.
“Hey.” He whispered in her ear after it had been
quiet for a while.
Goosebumps tickled her skin at his
soft voice. “Hi.”
“We still on for tonight?”
It was a little uncomfortable the
way his arm that was half underneath her was pressing into her side. She shifted and turned around so that she was
facing him. “Tonight?”
“Yeah, me and you, putt putt.” She watched
him as he cautiously examined the necklace she was wearing that day. It was a
piece of string with a guitar pic on it.
He seemed enthralled.
“It’s gonna be late, isn’t it?”
His eyes left her necklace and
looked straight at her. He smiled
boyishly and squeezed her a little against him. “I found a 24 hour place. And we don’t have to head out until tomorrow around
lunch, so we can stay as long as we want and don’t have to worry about getting
tired.”
She laughed at his childish ways
and nodded. “Alright.”
His smile beamed even more as he
said, “Yay. Date number 2. Then sex.”
Kristen scoffed and rolled her
eyes, attempting to push him away.
“Justin just go buy a hooker.”
His nose crunched up. She had the urge to lean in and kiss him on
the tip of it. This boy was making her
crazy, seriously. “No, they’re nasty sex.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh really?”
Immediately his eyes went wide and
he corrected himself. “Not that I know.”
She smiled and pinched the skin of
his hip that was exposed from the way his shirt had rode
up. “Sure…” He started to pinch as
well. She felt his hands under her
shirt, playful picking at the skin on her back.
She wanted to do something to get him to stop but now she was fully
pressed into him: Her front and his
front. His face was dangerously close to
hers and his tongue was stuck between his smiling teeth.
He was up to no good.
He started to chuckle
quietly. “Mmhmm”
“What?”
He was beaming. “You’re wearing lip-gloss. I didn’t know you wore stuff like that.”
She could feel the blood rush to
her face. She had put up a tiny bit of
make up that morning. Just some lip
gloss and something to make her cheeks stand out more. She didn’t know how she let herself do that,
make up for her was only for going out, but she had a pretty good idea
why. “Chap-stick. Lips are chapped,” she lied.
“Don’t look chapped to me. I smell strawberries.”
He was licking his lips. All sanity was flying out the window. “Uh, so?”
“You wanted to get my
attention. You want me to kissss you.”
“Emergency Emergency, the ego is
growing. I repeat, the ego-“
He cut her off. “I’ll shut you up
if you don’t stop.”
“How you gonna do that?” She was hoping he’d do what she wanted.
“I have ways…”
She egged him on. “Ways of
annoying me…”
“Ways of preoccupying that hot
little mouth of yours…” She wanted to keep
her hormones in check. But something
about the way he said it and the tone of his voice and how she could feel the moisture
from his mouth on hers made it impossible to maintain control.
“Y-You cant
just kiss me to get me-“
“Yes I can.” It was starting to piss her off the way he
kept interrupting her. Which was a good
thing, it fired her up a little bit. Her
hormones were suppressed for a moment, a very short moment.
“You’re about two sec-“
But it was too late. Before she had chance to argue with him, he
had placed his mouth on hers. He tasted
like sweet tea and she wanted more. It
was an automatic reaction, when she felt his lips on hers, her mouth had
opened. She had felt him chuckle a
little, and then comply with her wishes and kiss her deeply. She felt his hand gently hold her cheek and
she almost melted.
Almost. She wasn’t pathetic, well at least not
completely.
He pulled away, bringing her
bottom lip with him and letting it go with a loud sucking noise, trying to
prove a point. “What was that?”
Her brain was mush. Her eyes were lazy. Her body was a puddle. So nevermind, she was pathetic. “Huh?”
He smiled and tucked her into his
chest, holding on to her tightly.
“That’s what I thought.”
Her brain was starting to function
again and she mumbled into his chest, her eyes closed, thinking how nice it
would be to take a nap right then. “You’re
such a cocky bastard.”
“Cocky, eh?”
Her eyes popped open when she felt
him grinding into her a little bit. She
could feel him and it was a reality kick.
She wouldn’t admit she didn’t mind.
“Oh get off me.”
“No.” He held her tighter as she
struggled against him.
Finally her body when lax and she
started to whine, making pitiful noises and finally saying in a nasally voice.
“You’re molesting me.”
She looked up at him and he smiled
down at her, winking, “Oh I’ll molest you…”
She couldn’t help herself, and she started to smile back. The next thing she knew she was laughing and
he was leaning down again, his smile getting closer to hers.
This time she got the courage, or either lost control, and she lifted her mouth to his, now
her holding his cheek. She felt his jaw
move against her hand as he kissed her and soon it was getting more and more
heavy.
She didn’t know if it was just
because they had had so much sexual tension before, or if this was just what
happened when you started liking someone, or if she was being a whore but she
couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want
to stop herself. She wanted to just kiss
him, until her lips were numb. She loved
feeling him next to her, holding on to her, drinking her in.
He knew how to work his lips and
tongue and mouth.
He was torturing her and she loved
it.
She didn’t even care when he took
in a sharp breath and pulled away, moving them so that she was on top of
him. She hadn’t even realized that her
legs were on either side of him until she settled her weight and her eyes
popped open from what she felt.
He blushed and whispered, “Sorry.”
She didn’t give a shit that he was
slightly aroused. It just made her want
to kiss him some more. So she did.
She lifted her hips off him a
little bit, afraid of what that kind of connection might cause, but continued
attacking his mouth.
It wasn’t until there was a
horrendous banging on the door and the sound of Mike going “Justin are you in
there?” when she realized where she was and what she was doing. She pulled away just in time to see the door
swing open and Mike standing there, a little out of breath.
Justin took a deep breath and
started to say “What the-“
But he didn’t get the chance. She felt someone picking her up and sitting
her back down. And when she got her bearings
straight, she realized that she was now sitting on the couch alone and Justin
was being dragged out of the room by Mike, with him yelling something.
She looked outside and saw people
running past, all in one direction.
She was thoroughly confused and
alone and still out of breath. Five
seconds hadn’t passed when Rick ran into the room and yelled at her. “Come on girl we have to get out of here.”
She got up and walked over to him
and he grabbed her arm and started speed walking out of there. “What the fuck Rick?”
He sounded more annoyed than
concerned as they followed the frantic mass. “There’s been a bomb threat or
something. We all gotta go into the
conference room and get check off while they do a search.”
“A bomb!?” Well that was a
shocker.
He shrugged. “It’s happened once before.”
She started having horrific images
of them trying to usher 20,000 or how every many screaming girls out of the
place. She shuddered. “Do they evacuate the whole place?”
“Nah, they wont
even tell the ticket holders probably, maybe tomorrow. They gotta get the boys
out though.”
She wiggled her arm free from his
grasp and they turned a corner and entered a large room about the size of a
high school gym, where the crew and everyone else with the tour was scattered
about in huddles of groups talking loudly.
She saw some of the security from the venue and their own talking to
each other. “What happened?”
“Ya know that pay phone by the
locker rooms?”
She followed him, glad they weren’t
walking so fast anymore. They were in a
line now, waiting showing their passes to a stadium guard. “Yeah.”
Rick turned a little and looked at
her and then around the room as he talked. “PJ was standing by there when it
started to ring and when he answered some dude was like “there’s a bomb in the
building” and then hung up.”
“What?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Apparently, Clara was walking down the hall
and he told her and she freaked the fuck out and blabbed to Anthony and now
this place is a zoo.”
“Where are they taking the guys?”
They had reached the front of the
line and saw another security guard there, checking
everyone’s pass and having them initial their name. She was amazed by the organization of the group
and process. “I don’t know. I think last
time they just drove them away until the place gets checked out.”
After she initialed her name she
followed Rick out to a side door with a big red “Exit” sign above it where a
couple of the crew guys were smoking.
She leaned against the open door and watched Rick light up. “Hey!
How do they get to leave? What if
there is a bomb? I don’t wanna die.”
He blew out a stream of smoke and
then pointed over towards a developed area near the arena. She could see golden arches and see a huge BP
station sign with the day’s gas prices on it.
“I don’t either. You wanna go get
Wendy’s or something. Sarah’s been
fixed.”
Her eyebrows raised.
“Fixed?”
“Well, it’s a new one. But I’m just not coping well.”
“I see.” He motioned for her to follow him and she
walked beside him as he smoked and walked towards the drop off point where the
van and the trucks and buses were.
He sucked on his cigarette some
more and asked, “So what’s up with you and Justin?”
“What do you mean?”
They were at the van and she
looked it over as Rick fumbled with his keys and finally unlocked it. It had auto locks, Sarah never had
those. “You two are fuckin aren’t ya?”
She hopped in the van and watched
him chuckle at her face. “Eww gross
no. Not yet at least.”
He slammed his door shut and
cringed a little. “Ok, honey I don’t
need to know that.”
“Kidding Rick,
geez.”
He shook his head and she looked around the new, clean vehicle. There were power locks, windows, a cd player
that came with the van, not one bought at circuit city, and the air condition
had dials instead of strips with a knob that you moved. The van still had that new car smell and had
yet to absorb the odor of Rick’s Winston’s.
She played with the radio and CD player
a little bit until the sound of Rick’s cell phone rang out. At first she was afraid that maybe they were
in trouble, maybe they weren’t supposed to leave the building or something. Rick answered and she saw him roll his eyes
and hold the phone out to her. “It’s for you?”
“Me?”
After he handed it to her, he put
his hand that was holding the cell on the steering wheel and flicked his
cigarette butt out the window. “Just
don’t have phone sex ok?”
Her eyes widened and she answered.
“WHAT- hello?”
His voice was frantic and obviously
pissed off. “Look we cant do shit tonight?”
Her heart started to hurt a
little. “What?”
His voice was fluctuating from
loud yelling to low grumbling. “Yeah,
fuckin BULLSHIT is what it is. Mike and
Todd are pissin’ themselves because of this fuckin’ bombthreat so tonight we’re on lock down. What the fuck? I’m 21 years old. I think I can take care of myself, ya know?”
“Well Justin they just-“
“I mean fuckin’ shit. I really wanted to go out with you tonight
but no. What the hell do I get to do? Stay in fuckin’ side like fuckin’ normal.”
She couldn’t help herself. He sounded funny cussing that much and
sounded that pissed off. Justin could be
a drama queen at times, but usually he was very quiet about his problems and
pretty even-kill about everything.
“Fuckin’ eh?”
“Whatever.”
Rick was stopped at a stop light
and laughing to himself. She reached
over and punched him in the chest.
“Listen just chill. We’ll go some
other time. We can just watch another
movie and order take out.”
“I’m tired. I think I might just
go to bed. Sorry. I’ll talk to ya later I guess.”
She was met with a dial tone.
She pulled the phone away slowly
and looked at for a moment. “Whoa.”
“What?”
She flipped the phone closed and
handed it back to him. “You guys have
been warning me about this Justin temper, grumpy attitude thing that
happens. I thought yall were just
lying.”
“He pissed?”
She shook her head and watched
Rick pull into the parking lot at Wendy’s.
“He said fuckin’ every other word.
And now he wants to sleep tonight instead of hangin out.”
He shrugged. “He’ll lighten up. I’m sure the security team is gonna be tight
on them tonight and probably tomorrow and the next day. He might be a little bitch. He doesn’t like people telling him what he cant do.”
She sighed and looked off at the
cars in the parking lot. There was a
line in the drive thru and there were about 3 cars in front of them. “Yeah…”
“What?”
She shrugged and played with the
lock, pushing it down and then pulling it up.
“I just…we had a date. He just
ditched me.”
“Attack him tonight. When he comes back from the show be like ‘listen
bitch I wanna chill with you’.”
She rolled her head over to him
and gave him a boring look. “But then
I’ll look pathetic, not that I already don’t, and that I really like him.”
Rick shook his head and looked
straight ahead. “Kristen…”
She knew he knew. Everyone probably knew how she felt about
Justin. She threw her arms up and then
covered her face with her hands. “I know
god!”
“You like him a whole lot don’t
ya?”
“Unfortunately.” She moaned through her hands.
“What do you mean?”
She moved her hands back to pull
her hair up and then let it fall against her shoulders again. She repeated the action. “I’m not supposed to
like him Rick. He’s Justin fuckin’
Timberlake. 3 months ago I would go into
a record store and see his poster or album or something and be like “what a
bunch of fags.” I use to gag whenever I flipped
on MTV and saw anything with him on it.”
“Yeah. I mean their music is a little pussyish, but they’re kick
ass guys ya know? And hell, I wish I was
smart enough to get 4 friends of mine together, get voice and dance lessons and
then put on a show. Do you know how many
fuckin’ girls I’d have?”
She bit her lip when he said
that. She had been thinking about that a
lot to. He was a celebrity and she
wasn’t and even though she knew he was a person just as much as she was, he
wasn’t the same. No one knew who she
was, and everyone knew who he was. He
had a group of people that worried for him if a picture of him in a club got
out. He had a team of lawyers to deal
with shit that went on with their label and whatever else. He had assistants and managers and public
relations specialist and image people and whatever else. She had herself.
“T- that’s
the other thing. Rick, he’s Justin of
Nsync.”
Their car moved up in line. “Don’t look at it like that. If you do he’s gonna get pissed at you. He probably likes you because you don’t see
him like that. You make fun of him and
you’re normal around him. You don’t
squeal and shit yourself.”
She sighed as he waited for
someone to ask for their order. “I’m
starting to feel that way though. It
sucks. I want a number 1, biggie sized
with mountain dew.”
He relayed her order and his and
then moved up a little. “You just like
him. It’s different. You aren’t like “oh
my god it’s a celebrity” you like “oh my god here’s this decent guy that likes
me and-“
“How do you know he likes me?”
“Oh I know.” He said taking the 5 dollar bill she was
handing him and adding it to his own.
“How?”
“It’s obvious. Unless he just wants some
ass.” She watched him pay for
their food and get change. He gave her
the change to deal with.
But she just stared at him, wondering
if that was it. She had thought about
that a little, and had noted that Justin talked about the “s” word a lot. But she didn’t think that was all he wanted
her for. But now, thinking about it, it
would make sense.
But it didn’t, because he could have
anyone he wanted. Maybe he just wanted a challenge. “Y- you think that-“
Rick rolled his eyes, made a face
and shook his head, handing her their bag of food and stealing a fry in the process.
“Nah. Justin’s
not that kind of guy.”
She relaxed when Rick reached over
and annoyingly ruffled her hair. She
realized if Rick was ok with her seeing Justin then she should be ok. He wouldn’t let her do anything that’d get
her in trouble or hurt.
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that night…around 12
Justin shrugged himself off his bodyguard
and glared as he searched his pockets for his key. “I’m here. Happy?”
Mike shook his head and laughed
bitterly. “Boy you need to cut the
shit.”
He was tired of this shit. He was tired of being told what to do and
having people freak out whenever something happened unexpected. He knew he was famous but he was getting
tired of all the fuss that came with it.
What was so special about him anyway?
He rolled his eyes and turned his back on his bodyguard, trying to open
his door. “Whatever. Have a great night Mike.”
Before he knew it he was being
swung around and pushed against the door.
Mikes hands were fisted in his shirt and he was growling at him. “Listen.
I know you had plans tonight and I’m sorry, but instead of being an
asshole about it why don’t you go talk to the girl and hang out with her. I didn’t make the decision to put everything
on lock down so don’t take it out on me ok kid?
I’m doing my job.”
Justin was able to push the handle
on his door and escape into his room.
“Bye Mike.”
Mike held the door open by leaning
on it and crossed his incredibly large arms across his even more incredibly
large chest. “It’s a good thing I get
paid good.”
The door slammed shut and Justin
whipped around and stalked to the door, swinging it open and growling at Mike
for being such a bitch about everything.
“WHAT?”
But he wasn’t met with Mike. He was met with Kristen. She was red plaid boxers and a long-sleeve
grey shirt with the aerosmith logo in the middle of her chest. Her hair was pulled back and she had on
old-style blue addidas sandals with the 3 white strips over the thick
strap. If he had never met her before he
would have thought she was normal. She was normal, but he would have no idea
she was a punk chick with an attitude and sex appeal that made him crazy.
She looked very pretty standing there with wide eyes and her mouth open like she
was going to say something. He stumbled
back a little, realizing now that he had just yelled at her. “Sorry.”
She back stepped and lifted her
hands up. “Well then, never mind.”
When she started to walk back
towards the elevators, he followed her, trying to catch up with her quick
pace. “Wait.”
The elevators dinged open without
her pressing a button and one of their security team stepped out. She stepped in moved to press the
buttons. “Have a good night.”
He whined and jogged to catch up
before she left. “Come back!”
He made it to where he could stand
on the crack of the elevator and keep her from going anywhere. She sighed and leaned against the silver
wall. “No thanks. I don’t wanna have anything taken out on me.”
He bowed his head and honestly
said, “Kristen I’m sorry.”
“Ok.”
When he looked up she was staring
at him like she was challenging him. He
could tell he had truly pissed her off some how and he thought by saying he was
sorry she’d lighten up. “What is it?”
She scoffed and rolled her
eyes. “Well nice to see you too.”
He was tired. He was tired, physically and mentally. He hated people being pissed at him and it
seemed that night it was all anyone was:
pissed. He knew he probably
hadn’t handled his mood the best way possible but in all truth he was just really
mad that he wasn’t going to go out with her that night. He had spent the whole day planning and
thinking about their next date. And now
that was ruined. He looked up at the
ceiling and ran his hands over his short hair holding on to the back of his
neck. “Fuckin’ shit what…”
She pushed herself off from
leaning against the wall and sighed. “Ok,
ok! I just wanted to see if you wanted
to come down and chill with me. But
obviously you don’t so I’ll see ya later.”
He rolled his eyes. Now even she was being a bitch to him. Everyone hated him that day. He wanted to crawl in his bed and not talk or
see anyone else for a long time. “See
ya.” When he looked back over his shoulder from walking to his room he saw that
the elevator doors had shut. He was a
little disappointed because he kind of hoped she would have come
running back to him.
He kept forgetting that Kristen
wasn’t like most of the other girls he had dated. She was strong and wouldn’t take his
shit. It was what he liked best about
her but it was still hard to get use to.
He was at his door trying to
unlock it again when the elevators dinged and she saw her walking out. When she caught his eyes she started to jog a
little to him saying, “Wait…wait…”
When she got to where he was he
sighed and realized he was being a complete asshole. He licked his lips and bit them a little
embarrassed for being so childish. “I’m
sorry. I’m not in a good mood.”
She started to smile and nudged
him a little. “Could
have fooled me.”
He smiled and stuck his tongue out
at her, opening his door. “Just give me
a bit to get a shower and change and I’ll be down in like 15 minutes or so.”
He walked in and turned around as
he started taking off his watch and depositing his keys and cell phone and
other things on the dresser. She was
leaning against his doorway. “Alright. And you don’t
have to. I mean…I don’t care.”
He walked over to her. Her head was down and she was concentrating
on picking at her nails. He stood close
to her as she continued picking and finally dipped down enough and moved her
chin with his hand enough to get her to look up at him.
It was a natural reaction when he
leaned down and kissed her briefly. He
looked her dead in the eyes and said, “I want to.”
She started biting her lip and
when a smile broke through and a giggle he cocked an eyebrow at her, amazed
that she would be that girly in front of him.
She pressed her lips together and then quickly mumbled “see ya in a
second” and disappeared.
He peeked out of his room and saw
her skipping down the hall, her ponytail swinging back and forth.
It was cute and it made him feel empowered
to know that he had that kind of effect on such a tough cookie.
He took a shower and it definitely
calmed him down and relaxed his body. He
changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt, grabbed his phone and key and made his
way down to her room.
When he got there he knocked and
noticed the bar lock was sticking out so that the door wouldn’t latch. He heard
her say “come in” and proceeded into her room.
He walked in, smiled and then
stopped. There were 2 boxes of pizza lying
in front of her on her bed, a six pack of Coors in the ice bucket, being
chilled and on the TV was Tiger Woods PGA tour game with two play station
controllers connected and laying on the bed as well.
He was a little taken back. She had prepared. It had been a long time since he had been able
to chill out and eat pizza and drink beer.
It was a comfort he’d been missing on the road. “Hey…wow…”
She smiled at him. “Rick told me you liked Coors.”
He walked further into the room
and smirked at her. “Uh, how’d you buy
it?”
“Rick bought it for me. And I got us pizza. And I stole one of the play stations. We might not be able to go putt putt but
Tiger Woods golf game thing is probably the next best thing.”
“You did all this?”
She shrugged like it was nothing
and took a bite out of her piece of pizza.
“Well, I asked Rick if he’d go buy me beer and since he’s my little
bitch he said yes. It took me 5 extra
minutes to unplug and replug the play station and I wanted pizza anyway.”
He sat down on the bed beside her
and smiled. “Still. You did this, for me?”
She rolled her eyes and reached
over to the nightstand and brought a bottle to her lips, “Don’t flatter yourself. Like I said before: I wanted pizza.”
For some reason he found it very
sexy whenever a woman drank beer. She
pulled the bottle away from her lips and reached for another slice of
pizza. “Oooo I like
She shrugged and put the bottle in-between
her legs. “Yeah I don’t like beer. Well I like
He sighed and reached for a beer
himself, pulling it off plastic holder and wiping the water off on his shirt. “Typical woman.”
“What?! Beer’s nasty.”
He just laughed and grabbed a
piece of pizza. He took a bite, moaned
and then opened his beer and chugged down a good bit of it. When he swallowed he closed his eyes and
leaned his head on her shoulder. “Damnnnnnn.”
She giggled, taking another sip
from the bottle in-between her legs. “Good huh?”
“Hit’s the spot.” He looked up at her and saw her
blushing. He wanted to kiss her again
but he didn’t want to push things. He
had already kissed her earlier and he was going to wait for the perfect time to
do it again. He didn’t want her to think
that’s all he wanted from her. Their
relationship, or whatever it was, was brand new and the situation they were in
was one they had never really been in before, so he was being very cautious.
He finished his beer quickly and
grabbed another. He wasn’t trying to get
drunk but it was helping him relax after such a stressful evening. He was comfortable lying beside her, close
enough but not touching. The pizza was tasting perfect and she was looking adorable.
It was the perfect night and she
had made it that way. He had never
really had anyone do anything like that for him before, even if she denied that
it was specifically for him. He nudged
her and looked over at her. “Thanks KT.”
“For what?”
He shook his head and bent forward
to grab the control. He tossed it at her
and she caught it. “Just thanks. Now show me how good you are on the tee.”
She laughed and set her beer down
and snuggled in beside him. He laid
there watching her play, eating his pizza and drinking his beer. For about 3 months he had been battling with
himself, keeping his mind off fighting with Britney and then after they broke
up, keeping his mind off wanting to be back with her and missing her and being infuriated
with her. But he didn’t think about
Britney anymore, he thought about Kristen.
She had helped him get over his supposed one true love.
She made him happy and whether she
knew it or not, she was making him realize that there was much more to his life
than a childhood girlfriend, screaming fans and a celebrity-status that he was
getting rather tired of.
With Kristen there was a lot more
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