"Where in the hell have you two been?"
That was the first thing I heard as I came out of the un-mobbed hotel following Justin. Rico's angry expression stung my eyes as Justin and I got into the limo together, Rico sliding in next to me and shut the door.
'I'm not in the mood for any of your shit' was the look I gave him.
He just gave me this ornery look like me and Justin were getting freaky in my hotel room. I'm shaking my head in a frantic "No no no!" motion without speaking as Rico is shaking his head in a slow, sly "Yes yes yes!" motion. Justin looks over at us with a strange look like:
What the fuck is up with you two? Just because we had sex in Jade's hotel room doesn't mean you have to get up in my business! My biznass!
Oh god, going into Ludacris talk. Sorry!
I quickly break out of this little staring contest and asked, "Man Rico, do you have any coffee? Like, cinnamon hazelnut or something? I need something to wake me up."
Yeah Jade. Like Rico has coffee beans growing out his ass.
"Sorry Jade, but you're going to have to live without your precious stimulant for right now, you'll get some at the photo shoot in 2 hours."
Oh, so the photographers have coffee beans growing out of their asses? Splendid!
"So are you guys getting along yet?" Rico leaned over to look at Justin, who was giving a light scowl to his side of the limo, and then he turned around to greet me and Rico with a confused expression.
Welcome back Justin! How was your visit to La La Land?
"What do you call getting along?" Justin asked, quickly turning back around and I felt like the biggest piece of crap. How could he have done that to me? I mean, that was wrong.
He pulled a Jade Vincent on Jade Vincent.
"Well," I turned to Rico, answering for Justin, "We got along when he first came in. Let's just say, we're still in that adjusting stage."
Yeah, adjusting to the bitch. What a feat!
"But can you tolerate each other?" Rico asked fearfully, "Cuz when I leave this limo, I want to be sure I won't find news reports of one or both of you being dead."
Yeah, I can see it now: "Justin Timberlake ripped into tiny bits by actress Jade Vincent; she dies in heartbreak'.
"Don't worry, Rico," Justin chimed in, wrapping his strong right arm across my shoulder, "I wouldn't hurt this doll face in a million years."
Wait, how did Justin know my manager's name? Go figure.
"Good, because I have something to do," the limo pulled over in the middle of Times Square, "Good luck to you guys, I'll see you later, guys," he quickly jumps out of the limo, leaving me to fend for myself.
Come back Rico!
"So, you still hate me?" I asked him, snuggling into the limo seat with the same lipstick stain from last night and looking over at him. I could swear I could see him.........
smiling?
"Had to fool someone, had to be Rico," he leaned over the seat with a mischievous laugh and attacked my sides, thinking I was ticklish. I just gave him this cold stare like 'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' and he got back up, looking a little hurt.
Aw, does it hurt you that I don't squirm like a worm?
"Fooled me, too," I stated back to him. Justin grabbed onto my hand that was sitting on my lap. We were nearing the World Trade Centers and I looked over at him, "Don't even say you're sorry."
But you know Justin too well, huh?
"I am sorry," he took my hand and lifted it to his mouth, placing delicate baby sweet-as-sugar kisses on it. What happened next was completely unexpected because I didn't move my arm.
Sonic boom. Shortly after, smash.