"You ready yet?"
"Well, it's pretty obvious I'm not!" I bring my jaw up to its original position and wrap the towel around me. I mean, the guy is practically my life but I don't need him seeing me naked.
Yet.
"Can I come in and wait for you?" he asked with me still dripping on the carpet. I just moved my body to let him through. He quickly walked past me, sitting on the springy bed that I had slept on.
I jumped on it, too! A lot! Right before I went to bed. Springy!
"Did you come to check on me?" I asked, closing the door behind me. I felt really self-conscious standing in front of Justin in only 2 fluffy white towels, dripping wet. I am morally grounded, but I felt too much uneasy tension in the room that I could scoop it up in a jar and keep it for myself.
But I wouldn't show I felt uneasy. I'm the "bitch of the film industry", remember?
"I was getting impatient," Justin said, seeming to eye over me. What else could he be doing? Oh yeah, NOT LOOKING AT ME WHEN I'M ONLY IN A TOWEL! Then he snaps out of his little "staring phase" and asked, "Aren't you going to get dressed?"
Well duh!
"If you'll stop EYEING me!" I yelled, grabbing onto my towel and walking into the bathroom. I think he felt bad for doing it, and he should. I left the door open a crack in case he wanted to talk to me, but not wide enough so he could see me naked. I started to remove the towel and reach for my clothes when I realized...
My clothes were near Justin! They weren't in the bathroom!
"Shit, Justin, could you hand me my clothes, please?" I asked through the open crack. A few seconds later, he held his hand through the door with my clothes clutched in it. He asked me, "Do you want me to see you naked or something?"
What a dumb ass! I want my clothes, not him to see me naked! Anyway...
"Go screw yourself," I said snatching the clothes and I finished taking off my towel. I don't know why I have to be so mean to him, I just do. But he has a definitely right to be bitchy to me back.
Maybe he's learning who I am, and that I'm joking most of the time.
"Be glad to, but I'm waiting for marriage until I lose my virginity," he replied. I started laughing as I pulled my red t-shirt over my head. I quickly pulled my underwear and jeans on and came out of the bathroom.
Justin's eyes were as wide as golf balls, but I didn't care. Mentally, I did wonder why, though.
"That's funny," I said with pure sarcasm, knowing he knew I was kidding, "I could swear you and Britney already would have went exploring for buried treasure."
They're both legal, why wouldn't they?
"Yeah, ah, whenever I look at her hooters, I get the strangest hankering for chicken wings!" he put on this fake hick accent and bust out laughing at the end, "But seriously, we've never done that yet. I am still a virgin."
News flash Timberkake: BRITNEY ISN'T! Doy!
"And why do you keep looking at me like I have no shirt on?" I asked, making sure I did have a shirt on. Whew! I do! I got up and grabbed my pair of tennis shoes and started to put them on as he replied:
"I think you look nice."
I looked up from tying my left sneaker shoelace with my wet hair still in a towel. He was smiling a small, cute smile to me and his eyes were twinkling with a mischievous truth.
I love you, you little ignorant, sweet prick you.