She had never asked for much in life, just a place to sleep, food, and her privacy.  She had been given a lot more in the past year and a lot had changed.  Maturity came with the road as well as independence.  Sure, she thought she had been independent before, but really her independence came from mooching off others.  Now she was her own woman, taking her life by the reins and guiding it into the direction she wanted it to go.  Too bad, after that night she didn’t know what direction that was.

 

It was the last night of the tour and Rick was going back to Florida in the morning.  Her adopted big brother had become her best friend and she didn’t know what to do now that he was going to be on the other side of the country.  She was staying in LA, living out of a hotel until she could figure out what the hell to do with herself.  Her contact list was a mile long and she knew she could get a job with probably any tour she wanted with her experience, but life on the road was lonely and she didn’t have that many friends.  It just wouldn’t be the same without Rick.

 

And there was that other small, tiny detail.  It was a detail she had tried to forget and had forgiven instead.  He had fucked up, apologized and slowly they had reattempted whatever it was that had failed before.  Four telephone conversations over a month and a half period was not much, but it was certainly enough for her.

 

“Kristen!”

 

“What?” She glanced up in the mirror from where she was carefully applying eyeliner.  One of the guys on tour let her borrow some one night and she liked the way it looked.  So she bought herself some. 

 

The guy that was hanging in through the doorway had spiked black hair and tattoos which covered his skin under his completely black attire.  He whistled under his breath and said, “Damn bitch, you sexing up for me tonight?”

 

“Leave.” She turned around so she could look him in the face and not through a mirror. 

 

Another guy with dirty blonde hair in dreadlocks came up behind the black haired guy and said, “Hey Chad, what ya-  But stopped when he saw Kristin. “Holy fuck, please get drunk and show us your titties tonight.”

 

“Leave me alone!” She snapped at them, but they came in anyway, hollering down the hall for someone else to come and see.  Ben and Chad were members of some heavy metal band and had grown a liking to annoying the shit out of her.   But she halfway deserved it.  She had gotten rather dressed up.  She wasn’t in a skirt or anything; hell no, but she was wearing black tight pants, her favorite new black and white doc martin’s and a tight scoop necked red baby tee.  She thought about wrapping a tie around her neck but went against it, knowing the guys on the tour would just tug it and annoy the hell out of her.  She had her hair pulled back, which she never did anymore and her make up was looking pretty damn good. 

 

Soon Ben had hopped up on the counter smoking a cigarette and she was sitting in Chad’s lap as she put eyeliner on him.   Doug and Tom, two of the other roadies, were laying on the couch in this particular dressing room watching an Iron Chef marathon on Food Network. When they had walked in they had made less of a commotion about her appearance.  They were older and said she looked good and then plopped on the couch when they saw a TV.

 

“So, did you decide to look hot for the last night of the show?”

 

She cut her eyes to Ben and turned around in Chad’s lap to sit on the edge of his knees and apply some lipstick. “You saying I don’t always look hot?”

 

“Oh please.  What’s the occasion?”

 

“I have a date tonight.” She shrugged and smacked her lips together.

 

“With who?” Asked Chad.  He also poked her in her sides which caused her to stand up, turn around and smack him in he head.

 

“Justin.”

 

“Justin who?” Ben blew out smoke from his nose.

 

“Timberlake.”

 

“You mean the faggot who fucks Britney Spears?” Chad laughed.

 

“He doesn’t fuck her anymore, thankyouverymuch.”

 

“Ooo, hit a soft spot.  I didn’t think you’d be a pussy fan, Kris.”

 

Ben laughed and hopped off the counter to go sit on the couch with Doug.  “Mmm, I hope so.  I love the lesbians.”

 

All the guys laughed and she turned up her nose and leaned over the counter to closely look at herself in the mirror.  She wanted to make sure every hair was in place, every part of her face perfected.  She wanted to knock him off his feet.  It had been a while since she had seen him and even longer since they had been together romantically.  And even though this date was supposed to be strictly friendly she was sure that at the end of the night she was gonna try her best to kiss him.  She knew better and knew she should drag it out as long as possible with him, but his gravely chuckle on the phone and the sigh in his voice when he said he missed her made her melt, and even though he had fucked up she didn’t care.  She wanted to be with her JT again. 

 

She rolled her eyes and said, “You guys are gross.”

 

“No really, who’s your date with tonight?” Ben asked.

 

“I told you, Justin Timberlake.”

 

He shook his head. “Come on now, Kristen.”

 

“I think she’s being serious,” Said Tom.  She looked at him a little startled.  Tom was always getting high and when he came in minutes before she was sure he was stoned.  She thought he had passed out on the couch since the chatter box was being so quiet.  Apparently not. “Didn’t he come by here to see you and Rick a couple months ago?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“You’re going on a date with a pussy?  How do you know him?” Chad asked.  He seemed rather upset about it all.  She smiled, it was no secret that Chad had a little bit of a crush for her and she probably would have entertained his boyish antics, charming personality and flirty behavior.  But then Justin came back for her and things changed.

 

“Remember, I worked on their tour before this shitfest.”

 

“Well, where are you going?  Is he coming here?”

 

She turned and smiled at Chad with her hands on her hips.  She loved teasing him. “Are you…jealous?!”

 

Aww, Chad loves Kristen.”  Ben coughed and laughed, stubbing his cigarette in the ash tray on the small table in between the two couches.  She had broken away from the tour room earlier and come to a quieter part of the building.  The room she invaded was a resting room for guests or a band.  But there were no clothes, no bottles and no food on the long fold out table against the wall, so she assumed whoever was supposed to be in the room cancelled.

 

“No, I think he’s just lonely.  He gets tired of using his hand.”  Kristen walked over and ruffled his spiky hair.  He ducked underneath her hand and pouted as the rest of the guys started to chant, “Wackawackawackawacka.”

 

“Shut up fuckers!”  Chad yelled.

 

“Aww, I’m sorry Chadwick.  But guys, I’m gonna be late.  And two of you are supposed to be on in a few minutes.  You might wanna go.”

 

The guys groaned and complained but finally took her raised eyebrow and frown seriously.  They got up and filed out the room.  Ben nodded his head at her from the doorway and said, “Have fun.”

 

She walked behind Chad to the door so she could close the door behind him and have some peace before her nerves sent her into a frenzy.  He turned around and forced a smile, “See ya tomorrow?”

 

“Yeah, I’ll be around packing shit up.”

 

He nodded and then said, “Later.”  With that he disappeared and she shut the door, leaning against it and staring at her reflection in the mirror. She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to have a smoke.  She needed it though, or a quick shot of some hard liquor.  The last time she had seen him had been a surprise so she wasn’t able to make herself so anxious that her gag reflex would start to work in over drive. But now, now she was the one that had initiated this meeting and her stomach suddenly started to feel like it would burst through her torso at any moment.  She closed her eyes and thought back on the last month.

 

First, he had come visit her and they sort of made up. Later that night they had gone out to eat with Rick and weren’t able to resolve things as much as she wanted.  After debating whether to call him for a week, he finally called her.  They had fought horribly about how he seemed to not really want her since he didn’t call her right away and that had escalated into more talk, well on her part, screaming, about the incident that had happened with Britney.  She had hung up on him in perfect Kristen fashion.

 

Thirty minutes later she had called back crying, blaming her anger on pms and begging him to not be mad at her because she simply couldn’t be without him anymore.  He listened to her cry and wail and promised her he wouldn’t leave her. 

 

But he couldn’t be near her because he was going to Virginia working on a solo album.  She had cracked jokes of course but was actually rather proud of him. The next time he called her he was rather drunk and she couldn’t help but giggle and secretly smile in the darkness of her hotel room as he described in precise detail all the naughty things he wanted to do with her and to her.

 

The next morning she had had an apologetic voice mail about his behavior and he had said he wouldn’t act like that again because he knew she wanted to wait for them to get serious, if it happened.  She had just giggled and saved the message, listening to three more times that day.

 

The next few days were crazy for her, they were near Michigan and she was busy checking up on her grandpa who was staying in an assisted living home.  It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, even though he barely knew who she was.  The place was nice and was less like a hospital and much more like an apartment building with nurses for elderly people.  She went to her mom’s grave, something she hadn’t done in a while, and even though it still hurt she somehow found peace with her life.  Things were looking up.  She had hit rock bottom when she left Justin, and now with the promise of a new relationship, and a new found control over her life, it was only possible for things to elevate.

 

She called him after a few days and they had talked for hours.  It was so long that she ended up dozing off because it was almost four in the morning.  It was nice though, they talked about everything imaginable.  She talked about her fears for after the tour and he confiding in her that he thought some of the guys were a little mad that he had branched off on his own.  It was great to see that they were still that close after all that time.

 

He had called a few days before and told her that he couldn’t wait to get back to LA and to his new house.  He had enjoyed his time in Virginia, but word was leaking out that he was in town and the local press and girls were starting to follow him around.  Even though the paparazzi were worse in LA, he could expect them.  In Virginia Beach, they’d just pop out and say “HEY CAN I GET AN AUTOGRAPH” in a screeching voice.  She had laughed at his impressing of Virginia Beach teenagers and told him that the tour was gonna be ending in a few days in Los Angeles.  He had said “Oh really?” and she had blurted out “wanna do something?”

 

And now, there she was, afraid of what was going to happen that night, and yet still utterly excited.  She would be lying if she said part of her wasn’t still mad or upset at his actions.  Half of her still wanted to cut his dick off, but that other half of her still was in love with him, and it was that part that took over her thought process.

 

She was pushed out of her thoughts when she heard her cell phone start to ring.  She walked to the counter where it was laying hooked up to her charger.  She grabbed it and flipped it open, her breath stopping when she read the name on the caller ID.

 

“Hi,” she whispered.

 

“Hey, I’m almost there.  Where do you want to meet me?”

 

She smiled, he seemed at ease and that put her at ease.  “Go to  VIP parking.  I told the guy there to expect you.  His name’s Rodney.  I’ll be right out.”

 

“Ok.  See ya soon.”

 

She bit her lip and squealed out, “K.”  She hung up and did a little teeny bopper dance.  She even made some obnoxious high pitched noise.  She didn’t care.  She was passed her self-bashing days for her behavior around Justin Timberlake.  He was worth it.  Even after all the mistakes he was most definitely worth it.

 

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He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, wishing that somehow they could find something to talk about.  Of course, even if they were silent he’d still be ecstatic.  He couldn’t believe it all.  They were there, together, near each other, and she was looking beautiful.  She smelled beautiful, as soon as she got in the car he noticed.  He had never smelled perfume on her before, but that night she was wearing something light, and sweet and wonderful.

 

But the best thing was, she was smiling. 

 

He could tell she was trying to hide it, looking out the window, and tucking her chin down in her chest. It was infectious and soon he found himself lightly chuckling to himself.  He was just so happy. 

 

“What?” 

 

He turned to her stunned for a second and then turned back to watch the road as he turn off the freeway.  “Nothing.  I’m just…”  He sighed.  “I’m really glad to be here with you.”

 

“You just wanna get me in the backseat.”  She curled around in her seat and hugged her knees up against her chest.  He noticed her huge boots digging into the leather on the passenger seat of his new Escalade, but didn’t want to mention anything and piss her off.  He had always been cautious with her.  And now, now with her giving him a second chance that he didn’t deserve, he couldn’t afford to make a mistake. 

 

“Don’t tempt me.”  He winked at her and stopped at one of the many stoplights on this familiar street.  He looked through his sunglasses at some girls walking down the sidewalk in mini-skirts.  They were so gorgeous, but nothing more.  Everything else about them was fake.  He had always been attracted to that type of girl before he met Kristen.  But now he liked pretty girls, with intense eyes, who even looked intriguing when they had a frown. 

 

“So where are you taking me?”

 

“It’s a secret.”

 

She groaned and he said a small prayer when she took her boots off the leather and stretched out in the bucket seat.  “I hate secrets.”

 

“I know you do.”  He looked to the side and was happy he had on sunglasses so he wouldn’t catch him.  He took a peak at her belly that was exposed when she stretched. 

 

“So then why keep them?”

 

He chuckled and resituated himself in the seat, staring to feel a little uncomfortable.  “Because it gets a rise out of you.”

 

“Oh please, I’ve changed.  It’s gonna take a lot more than a stupid secret to get a rise out of me.”

 

She moved to reach down and fix her shirt, but she pulled down a little too much and the edge of her black lacy bra peaked out from underneath the low neckline of her shirt.  He took in a deep breath and stared. “Fine.”

 

“WATCH OUT!”

 

He turned his head back and stomped on the break coming inches to hitting the car in front of him which was stopped at a stoplight.  He stared ahead, his arms straight out, grip on the steering wheel and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, let out a slow breath.

 

“Damn son!  At least kill me when I have a full stomach!”  She laughed uncomfortably, apparently still shook up at their near accident.

 

When traffic started to go again he took a moment to relax himself and then slowly eased the car forward.  He kept his eyes on the road and tried to not let the slightest moment from her distract him.   The car ride was silent until he pulled into gravel lot, fenced off with an exotic building in the center of it all.  There were construction trucks and landscaping trucks parked inside the fencing, as well as a few normal looking cars. 

 

He put the car in park and relaxed against his seat, still on a teeny bit of an adrenaline rush from the few moments before.  Yeah, almost getting into an accident was enough to make his blood pump, but so was her cleavage.

 

Kristen hit her fist against the seat and turned to him.  “Ok, where the hell are we!?”

 

“Ha ha! Gettin’ a rise!”  He removed his sunglasses, put them in the compartment especially for them beside the over head light in the roof of his car and slid his seatbelt off of him.

 

“Justin I hate you!”  She growled.

 

“Sure.”  He shrugged and opened his door.  “Don’t worry KT, we’re here now.”

 

“At a construction site?”  He laughed and slammed the door at her.  He went around to open her door for her, but of course, she was already out of the car, looking around and shaking her head.  “If you have me hammering something I swear I will run away.”

 

“Don’t run away from me.”  He said sincerely.  He looked down at her hand that was hanging by her side.  The sun was low in the sky and she looked absolutely breathtaking with the orange California glow shining down on her.  He tried to remind himself that they weren’t together anymore and nothing had been promised.  For all he knew they would only be friends after that night.  But she wouldn’t have gotten that dressed up for just a friend, and she wouldn’t be smiling mischievously up at him as she squinted at the sun.

 

He wanted to kiss her, badly. 

 

It almost was a shame that she took him back, well, took back their friendship.  If she had slapped him in the face and cussed him out he would have been able to try and move beyond her and get over it all.  But she was being nice to him, and she had talked to him so sincerely on the phone, especially that one time, when he was a little drunk and he talked dirty to her.  He knew he shouldn’t have, but the little bit of alcohol in his system sent him on a horney rampage and she was his target.  And she didn’t mind.  That was the kicker.  She didn’t mind. 

 

Even though she had always thrown him for a loop, he could tell she was happy.  And unless she had some twisted pleasure in paying him back by getting his hopes high and crushing them, which was very likely, he knew that she wanted to be there with him just as much as he wanted to be there with her, even if it was just a construction site.

 

“So we just gonna stand here all night?”

 

He snapped out of it and placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her towards a concrete pathway that led to nice set of heavy looking doors.  He watched as she took everything in.  There were a few Hispanics finishing up their work for the day on the lawn and a heavy set, scruffy-looking red head working on nailing some metal letters into the brick wall. 

 

“Hey Larry…”  Justin said.

 

The man stopped what he was doing, turned around and smiled. “Hey there Justin.”

 

Justin took the opportunity to slide his hand up to her shoulder and give it a squeeze protectively.  He didn’t know why, but he had the urge to do it.  He knew she probably wouldn’t push him away in front of a stranger.  It felt good to touch her.  “How’d it go today?”

 

The man nodded and scratched his beard. “Great, great.  Almost done.  Probably gonna finish a little earlier than expected.”

 

“Awesome.”

 

“Chuh.”

 

He turned and looked at Kristen.  “What?”

 

She looked at him and then pointed to the letters that were nailed into the wall.  So far there was only a C and an H.  “Is that the name of whatever this is, Chuh?”

 

He looked down at her and knew that after what was about to come out of his mouth and the tone, she was going to have some sort of comment.  “He’s not done yet, dear.  The name of the place is Chi.  You really think people would come to a place called Chuh.”

 

“Oh…”  She turned up her nose and looked around.  “Is this like some yoga spa shit place?  Cause if it is, I’m leaving.” She sliced her hand through the air and shook her head no.  “Nope, ain’t doing it.”

 

Justin and Larry both laughed and he decided it was time to get her inside before she caused a scene.  “She’s a handful.  Later Larry, have a good weekend.”

 

“You too.”

 

He pushed her along with his hand to the doors and opened one for her.  She stepped inside and he followed her.  He looked around and smiled to himself.

 

A familiar face walked towards them and he smiled, extending his hand.  “Hello Justin, we’re all ready for you.  You still want the table in the lounge or would you rather be at the bar?”

 

“Oh, whatever you all set up is great.”  Justin shrugged and then motioned to the girl beside him, who was looking around with widened eyes.  “This is Kristen Topsell.”

 

“Hello Kristen…”  He watched them shake hands.  She seemed quite in awe of where she was.  He knew it was a pretty interesting place.  “It’s wonderful to meet you.  I’m Roger Stanson, I’m the manager of Chi.”

 

“Nice to meet you,” she said softly. 

 

Roger turned and waved them to follow him.  “Right this way…”

 

She didn’t move, just stared at him for a moment.  He nodded at her and smiled.  “Go on…”

 

They passed the bar on the way to the lounge and he smiled and leaned over to shake hands with the man standing there dressed in white.  “Hey Derik.”

 

“Whatsup J..”  Derik paused and looked over to where Kristen was still following Roger.  “Niiice.”

 

Justin winked and followed them.  “Don’t I know it?”  He watched her ass in the tight pants for a moment and then finally lifted his eyes to go to his seat.  Roger was holding Kristen’s out for her and she sat down stunned. 

 

Justin sat across from her and wiggled his eyes brows as Roger said, “What would Miss Topsell care to drink?”

 

“Um…Sprite?”

 

Justin laughed, “No, no, no, no, no.  Girl, what do you want to DRINK?”

 

“I don’t know,” she responded shyly. 

 

“I know you don’t like beer.  Do you like wine?”

 

She shrugged and turned up her nose a little bit.  “I’ve never really had it.”

 

“Hmm…”  He thought for a moment and then turned to look up at Roger.  “Just have Derik make something fruity,  but nothing too frufru.  He’ll know what to do.  She likes stuff with vodka in it.  I just want a beer.”

 

“Alright.  Be right back.”  Roger left to go towards the bar and he was thankful that they were alone so he could get her reaction. 

 

He stared at her and she took a deep breath.  “Ok, so I guess we’re at a restaurant.”

 

“Good observation.”  He laughed.

 

“I have some questions.”

 

“Shoot.”

 

Where’s our menus?”

 

His smile dropped and he looked around the table for a moment and then back up at her.  “Oh, they’re just gonna bring us out lots of food to try.”

 

“Ok…”  She paused and then said, “Why are we the only ones here?  If there’s a C rating, I’m sorry, I’m gone.”

 

He laughed and rolled his eyes at her for being so excited and overdramatic about it all.  “It’s not opened, yet.”

 

“Oh, but…”  He watched as the wheels in her head started to turn.  Her forehead wrinkled and she sighed, “Wait…”

 

He knew what she was going to ask, “No, it’s not just because I’m Justin fucking Timberlake.  Well, I mean, it is.”

 

She turned her head to the side and smiled a beautiful smile at him.  “How did you know...”

 

“I know you, girl.”  He leaned over the table a little bit and then pulled back to look around the dimly lit lounge covered in reds and blacks and dark wood.  “And this….This is mine.”

 

“What?”  She said astonished.

 

“Well, I mean Art and Allan have a part in it to.  But…”

 

She leaned forward and asked him, “When did this all happen?  Wait, when did you learn to cook?”

 

“No no…Let me talk, dammit!”  He laughed and saw her smile in embarrassment.

 

“Sorry.”

 

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.  It felt good even to do that simple thing.  It felt wonderful to be with her and have such an open and honest conversation with her even if it was just about a stupid restaurant. She seemed impressed, and even though that wasn’t the reason he brought her there, it didn’t hurt matters at all. “Right after, well, after we broke up I just…I needed to do things to keep my mind off you.  And this was one of them.  Me and Trace went to this club out here and the owners, Art and Allan, were there and we started talking and they were working on this idea for a new restaurant, bar, nightlife kinda thing with an Asian vibe.  And we just starting shooting ideas off and I got really interested.  And so I put some money down so I could have my name and a say in it all.  And well, it’s kinda like my little baby, now.”

 

“It looks…”

 

“Is it too much?”  He interrupted. 

 

“For lunch, yes, but for a late night kinda thing…” she stopped from looking around and leaned forward across the table.  His eyes tried to remain on her face, but her breasts were pressing into the table.  He bit his lip as she beamed, “Justin this place is pretty sweet.”

 

“Really?  I mean, it means a lot what you think.”

 

“I like it.  It’s all…I don’t know…”  She searched for the word and came up with, “…sexy.”

 

He laughed and winked at her.  “Well, I mean, we can have everyone leave and flop right here on the table.”

 

“Don’t tempt me.”  She mocked him from earlier, laughing.  Her laugh was wonderful and he just smiled at her as she sat there, so happy, so beautiful.  He wanted her to be his again and was trying his damndest to not get his hopes up.  But it was so hard.

 

She had changed, that’s for sure.  She seemed so much more confident in herself.  She was still witty and stand-offish, but not in a bitchy way.  Now it seemed she acted the way she did for a good laugh.  She was more comfortable with herself.  Yeah, she was still Kristen in every sense of the word, but somehow she had grown up.  It was probably her life on the road.  With Nsync she had a back up, him.  Plus there were quite a few girls on tour, much more so than he would assume with Ozzfest.  And he knew the crowd around that tour was a lot rougher than theirs.  It made him proud to know that she went through it ok. 

 

He had always had faith in her, but knew that her tough exterior was just the shell for a young, innocent and scared girl.  That girl, he could tell when he looked at her, was gone. 

 

“I hope you like the food.”  He said after Roger had returned their drinks, said a few words about the restaurant and then left them alone again.

 

“I do too.”  She cringed.

 

He licked his lips and lowered his voice, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Well…”  She chewed on her bottom lip and then said, “I’ve always been a little scared of Asian food, especially sushi.”

 

“Uh oh…”  He half laughed, knowing they would have some sushi for them to try the night.  “I can…”

 

“But…”  She cut him off and reached across the table to where his arm was resting against it.  She squeezed his hand and smiled at him.  “But I’ll try for you.”

 

It was a cheesy thing to do, but in that moment he melted into this seat and prayed to God it wasn’t all some horrible joke she was playing on him.  He also hoped by tomorrow she wouldn’t come to her senses, realize he was a pathetic asshole and leave him.

 

But even if it did happen, it’d be worth it to spend one last, pleasant, beautiful, happy night with her looking as graceful in her boots and dark eye-liner as ever.  It’d be completely worth it. 

 

 

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After two and a half hours of talking and having dozens small plates slowly brought out to them they had gotten back in his car and drove around Hollywood a little bit, just talking.  She couldn’t take her eyes off him.  He was looking fabulous that night, everything perfected like always.  She was proud of him.  He had really done a lot in his time off.  He was working on an album, had bought a new house, and now he had a fabulous restaurant.  She was surprised and never thought he’d be the type to get into that kind of thing, but after experiencing Chi, was really glad that he did. 

 

She couldn’t help herself get excited by the way he was looking at her all night.  There was desire there and hope, and several times she caught him looking a little scared.  She realized how much power she had over him that night.  She could build him up just to break him down if she wanted to.  But she didn’t want to.

 

No matter what had happened, she was still very much in love with him.  Perhaps it was his sweet smile, and his charming ways, but every time he put his hand on her back or laughed at one of her jokes, or licked his lips at her she wanted to go back to the way things were.  She knew she should have been careful.  There was a possibility he was the biggest asshole on the planet and was just using her for some strange reason, but she felt like she knew him better than that.  

 

He had made a mistake, but life was full of mistakes and she wasn’t about to let one silly drunken one ruin their chances.

 

So when he offered her a job, she was blown out of the water.

 

Apparently he had taken their previous phone conversation to heart.  She had complained about not knowing what the hell she was going to do after the tour.  She would be fine living in a hotel room until she found a job and an apartment, but that could take a while, and she wasn’t prepared to dish out that much money to spend months in a crappy hotel room.

 

They were back at the arena, parked in the furthest space possible, sitting there, looking at one another.

 

She swallowed hard and blinked, “What would you want me to do?”

 

“Work at Chi.” He shrugged and then started to smile.

 

“I don’t wait tables.”

 

He laughed and slouched in his seat a little more.  “I don’t mean wait tables, KT.  I mean like...I don’t know…” She watched as he raised his hands and then let them fall back against his thighs.  “You’re good at organizing things and making sure everyone has what they need.  You could do party reservations and promotions for the banquet room.  You’d pretty much just be on the phone.”

 

“Well…”  She thought about it.  It was almost too much, too perfect and being the cautious individual that she was, she was looking for the catch.  “I don’t know what to say.”

 

“Say yes.  You can quit if you hate it.”

 

She nodded and slowly said, “Ok…”

 

His smile started to brighten the darkly lit car.  “You wanna be paid by the hour or salary or what?”

 

“Um...”  She said uneasy.

 

“Like what?  20 bucks an hour?”

 

Her ears started to ring and her jaw dropped. That was much more than she was making now and with the tour she was doing heavy labor and terrible hours.  “WHAT!”

 

“Oh, sorry.” 

 

“How many hours would I work?”

 

“I don’t know.”  He seemed to not have planned it out that much.  “40 a week like most people.  Maybe we should just do a salary.  How much you want a year?”

 

“I…I don’t know.”

 

He waved the idea away and yawned.  “We’ll figure it out.”

 

She sat there in the silence and studied his profile.  She had always loved looking at it and now that they weren’t officially together she felt a little awkward staring at him.  She realized that she wanted that back.  She wanted the comfort and security.  She wanted to feel him, actually feel him with her.  She wanted to dive into him, but something was keeping her away.  Maybe it was her pride, or her common sense, or maybe it was the stupidest part of her brain.  Either way, she stayed still, looking at him until he glanced her way, and she turned her attention back to toying with the black rubber bracelets on her wrist. 

 

She smiled and hit him in the arm to get him to pay attention to her.  Then she realized she was being really silly in that moment and tried to hide the blood rushing to her face.  It was pathetic.  She was embarrassed with him, again.  It was like she as on her first date ever with him, and in a sense, she was. 

 

Since he was now looking at her, waiting for her to say something, she blurted out, “I get to go apartment hunting!”

 

“I’ll help you.”  He smiled and then it faded and he scratched his head.  “And if…well…”

 

“What?”

 

He bit his lip and asked, “If you want, you can stay with me instead of worrying about a hotel or whatever.”  She stared at him dumfounded and he quickly added, “I mean, until you find your own place.”

 

“I don’t wanna intrude.”

 

He reached over and tipped her chin up with his knuckle, then pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, lingering there for a moment.  “Kristen, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you to.”

 

He was soft, he was gentle and incredibly sweet.  Memories invaded her mind and the voice that had been screaming at her for the past six months yelled at her again for leaving him the way she did.  “This isn’t supposed to happen, Justin.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I’m not…” She couldn’t figure out what to say and start to ramble. “I’m completely set now.  I thought I was going to be wandering around aimlessly this next year.  Now I have a job, I have a place to stay, and I also have-” She gasped and covered her mouth, not believing what was about to be said.  She was going to say that she had him.  But she didn’t.  She was getting way too far ahead of herself. 

 

It was just so hard with him being so…so him.

 

“What?”  He asked with a crooked smile. 

 

“Nothing.” She shook her head and brushed it off, hoping he wouldn’t pry.  “It’s just all working out.  I really didn’t expect it to.  I saw myself homeless back in Detroit banging on my aunt’s door, or back to begging Rick to let me stay on his couch.  I mean, I know I could get a job…”

 

“What were you gonna say before?” He interrupted her. 

 

“W- what…”

 

“You said...I have a job, a place to stay, and… and you were about to say, that you had…”  He paused and leaned across the console to get closer to her.  He bit his lip and then winked at her.  “…me.”

 

She stared at him as he licked his lips and then crouched into the corner of her seat by the window, trying to pretend she was repulsed by him.  She didn’t know why she was doing it, she wasn’t repulsed at all.  She just didn’t know what to do and was trying to contain herself from attacking him.  “Was not!  Oh you are such a fucking cockhead!”

 

“Well what were you gonna say?” He whispered.

 

“I…”  She tried, but she just couldn’t.  She couldn’t let herself give in, not after all he had done.  It was too soon and she needed to warm up to him a little more. 

 

She just stared ad him and he shook his head.  “You totally want me,” he said and plopped back in his seat laughing.

 

She scoffed and didn’t realize how incredibly air headed she sounded when she said, “Whatever Justin.  I’m completely over you….”  Suddenly he was tickling her sides and she wiggled in the seat and slapped at his arms and hands.  “STOP IT!”

 

He laughed in glee and kept on tickling her.   “No you’re not.  You want me.  That’s why you kept pushing your boobs together tonight to make me notice.  It’s why you wore those tight ass pants.”

 

Finally, she smacked him hard enough in the shoulder that he mocked pain and plopped back into his seat.  She growled and pulled at her hair.  She couldn’t believe he’d act so fucking childish with her.  “UGH! I hate you.  I’m gonna cry rape.”

 

“So dramatic.”  He chuckled. 

 

She stared at him as he sat there pleased with himself as cat with string.  She started to smile, looking at him.  The last time she saw him he was so lost, alone, desperate for her to just say hello to him.  He was so needy of her and now that they had had their date a confidence was back in his eyes that he had lost ever since her grandmother died.

 

She took in a shaky breath at the memory.  He had been there for her.  They had been in a horrible fight and he had just dropped it to be with her.  He had almost dropped the tour and then her stupid mind got in the way; she had gotten drunk and said something she never had.  And then, then it happened, unexpected, unplanned, but nothing she could really hold against him.  Was she mad, yes?  But strangely enough, somehow it made her feel loved that he would be that messed up by her leaving him that he would make some colossal mistake.

 

She realized she had never thanked him for being there.  “Justin…”

 

“What…”  He turned to her and in his eyes she saw herself shining back.  Forget getting warmed up to him, she had always been warmed to him, even that day she broke his weights.  There had always been something about him, the genuine smile, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and his quiet strength.  In that moment she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t love him.

 

It went fast, too fast, and when he pulled away, cleared his throat and said, “well…” in a surprised tone, it registered what she had just been doing.  She was leaning over the damned console, hating bucket seats in that moment.  Her arms were around his shoulders and her lips were against his.  He tasted like the Altoid he had popped after dinner.  His head was resting against the head rest and he looked drunk, shocked, but then a smile started to creep into the corner of his lips.

 

She started to smile too and said, “Ok…I’ve missed that.”

 

“Me too.” He was beaming and so was she. 

 

“Your turn.” She nudged him and resituated her hip that was resting on the armrest.

 

“What?”

 

She breathed in his cologne and his breath and everything that there was about him.  She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and realized them how excited she was to be that close to him.  It still hadn’t really kicked in that she had kissed him.  Even when she said the words, “I kissed you, you kiss me.”

 

Ooo, I like this game.”  She felt his hand curve around the side of her head and pull her lips to his.  His mouth opened and soon she was taking in huge breaths through her nose as he pulled her completely into his lap.  He held her tightly and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.  He moaned and she pulled away to look at him for a moment. He breathed out deeply and said, “shit Kristen…”  Before she knew it they were kissing again. 

 

It was like time had rewound and oddly enough sped up again.  It was like they were together again, but at the same time it was different.  She couldn’t imagine a time when they had kissed like that.  Before one of them had always been a little shy, or stand offish for one reason or another.  Sure, they’d kiss and make out, but she never completely felt comfortable with her herself to go all out with him and he seemed to always be holding back not to scare her.

 

Now, there was nothing to hold back.

 

His hands on the skin of her lower back was the part that tipped it over.  She couldn’t handle anymore or they might never get out of the car.  She knew she needed to go back and knew she had overstepped the boundary she had made for herself, which was one, small goodnight kiss. 

 

“I should probably go.”  She breathed against his lips. 

 

He pulled her against him even tighter and embedded his face into her neck.  “Don’t.  I don’t want you to.  I don’t wanna loose you, not again.”

 

“I didn’t say we were together yet.”  She giggled against him.  He was getting ahead of himself as well and it made her feel good that she wasn’t the only one. 

 

“I...I know I just…God, Kristen.  Do you know what you’ve done to me tonight?”

 

“Given you a boner?”  She laughed and he just shook his head at her, not smiling at all. 

 

“Ok, what has happened?”  She just looked back at him confused, hoping he wasn’t upset with her.  “You’re like this little womanly vixen.  I mean you were sexy and cute before but now you’re so…confident.”

 

He was smiling at the end of his sentence and she worked on putting herself back in her own seat, knowing if she stayed halfway in his lap any longer she’d never move.    “I’ve grown up a little bit. “

 

“I see that.”

 

“It’s your fault, too.  I mean, being on the road has helped but, being really alone, with no Justin to fall back on.  Well, it’s made me have to do a lot of thinking and growing.”

 

His smile fell.  “Oh…”

 

She pulled his head up with her hand to make him look at her.  “But that’s not bad.  I’ve thought and grown and I’ve realized you are one of the most important people in my life.  My mom died when I was young, my dad left me and now, now you’re all I have left.  I cant just, say goodbye and forget it.  Yeah, you fucked up, but, time’s helped heal.”

 

“I hate that I hurt you.”  His voice was hoarse and his eyes started to water.  

 

She didn’t want to see him cry, cause she knew if she did, she’d start crying as well and she didn’t want to break down to him again.  She had shed many tears over their situation and was tired of it and ready to move on.  “I know.  But Justin, I’m giving you a second chance.  I’m giving whatever the hell this is another chance.  I mean, wouldn’t you do the same?”

 

“I…”  He swallowed hard and nodded.  “Yeah. I would.”

 

“Then let’s stop worrying about what happened and start worrying about what’s going on now.”

 

His eyes narrowed and he cracked a smile.  “Wait a minute.”

 

“What?”

 

“Really, who are you?”  He laughed.

 

“Shut up.”  She crossed her arms over her chest, knowing he was making fun of her and not liking one minute of it. 

 

“I’m serious.”  He started to laugh even louder and when he poked her it was the last straw. “This is not the feisty Kristen I use to hang out with.  This is a softy.”

 

“Shut up dickwad!” She yelled at him. “Don’t make me come over there and rip your ugly fucking face off.”  His eyes widened in surprise and she took a breath, ran a hand through her hair and then brightly smiled at him.  “Better?”

 

“Oh yeah.” He pushed himself out of the seat and leaned over to claim her lips once more.  He pulled away and smiled at her and in that smile the promise of so many things that had gone wrong was renewed and she was completely ecstatic about whatever it was the next day would bring.

 

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