Lance and Vanessa had come to the consensus of watching Pearl Harbor but even a sweaty Ben Affleck couldn't distract her from the man she was closely sitting next to. Everything was perfect and to a degree, it even scared Vanessa. In the movies, perfect meant happily ever after, the Prince and Princess would ride away in the sunset. But in reality, perfect always seemed temporary. Perfect was only a momentary high, that had a more painful fall than blissful rise. If everything was perfect then it was only a matter of time until it all crashed and burned into ash in the wind.
"Do you think Gillian and JC are going to get engaged?" Vanessa suddenly asked, briefly closing her eyes at the sensation of Lance's lips placing soft kisses up and down her neck.
By now, it was a commonly known fact that Gillian and JC were head over heels for each other. They spent almost every waking moment with one another and practically were conjoined at the hip. Vanessa was beginning to assume by the end of the tour, JC would pop the big question.
"Most likely, yes," he murmured, unable to cease the kisses. Vanessa felt her knees turn to jello.
"I thought we were gonna watch the movie?" Vanessa whispered, feeling driven crazy that Lance's lips were everywhere but on hers.
Lance terminated his kisses at her collarbone and looked her in the eye, a smirk on his face.
"I've got a better idea," he informed, connecting his lips with hers. Vanessa's head began to whirl as their tongues engaged in a feverish dance. Her body gave a spastic shiver as Lance's hands swiftly crept underneath her T-shirt and up her stomach. Every part of her body was burning, aching for him to touch her. The only way to extinguish the fire was the feel of his kisses.
Vanessa didn't even notice and didn't care as Lance gingerly pushed her backwards, so she lay on her back with him ontop of her. Her brain wasn't functioning correctly and instinct had taken over like a low-rolling, thick fog.
"I love you." The sudden husky whisper of his voice, like the soft breeze of a calm ocean floated into her ear like a sweet melody, caused her heart to swell with relief and glee.
"I love you, too," she quietly confessed in between a passionate kiss. Suddenly, the sound of Lance's cell phone cut through the deathly silent air.
"Damn," Lance cursed as he took out his phone from the back pocket of his pants. Glancing at the caller ID, he frowned.
"Who is it?" Vanessa questioned.
"Bridget. I'd better answer it," he replied with a grimace, removing himself from Vanessa and to an upright position at the other end of the couch.
"Hello?" "Yeah...yeah....WHAT! Fine. Bye."
Vanessa gazed at Lance in curiosity, his brisk and abrasive tone of voice startling her.
"What happened?"
Lance shook his head, muttering something that suspiciously sounded like: "I'm screwed."
"It's....nothing", he quickly informed, shutting off the phone and closing its cover. Vanessa crossed her arms over her chest, knowing he was hiding something.
"It's sure is something because if it was nothing, you wouldn't be scowling and muttering I'm screwed", Vanessa aggressively snapped.
"Look, it's my business and if it concerned you, I'd fucking tell you, all right?" Lance barked. Vanessa gaped at Lance's rough tone of voice, wondering what had been the context of his conversation with Bridget to have lit a fuse.
"Fine. Act like an ass. But let's just say YOU'RE sleeping by yourself tonight!" Vanessa shrilly exclaimed. Lance rubbed his temples.
[If only I could tell her what's going on....]
"Baby, listen. There's some things I need to explain-"
"Don't give me that "baby I'm sorry" shit cause right now, I have no tolerance to hear it! Talk to me later when you're over that ego-trip", she icily interrupted, storming to the front of the bus.
Lance sighed, wishing he could take back the words but knew it was impossible.
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-Journal Entry For:
April 16, 2002
9:45 PM
Location: Some fancy hotel I don't know the name of
Vanessa's still pissed off at me. And I can't blame her. I just wish I could tell her what's going on with the whole Bridget situation.
The phone call today? Yeah..it wasn't on the bright side. To my surprise, Bridget went ahead and booked the church for get this...NEXT FUCKING WEEK! She also sent out the invitations to everyone under the sun and get this, it's hilarious, one of them is for Vanessa!
Imagine that, the current and only love of my life attending the wedding of the girl she absolutely hates. Ironic, isn't it?
Someone just shoot me now.
Please. I'll even pay you.
This whole thing is a nightmare. Yeah, yeah I know, the only way I can stop it is if I tell Vanessa the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But that's easier said than done.
So as of right now, I'm engaged to a girl with cancer who I don't love but loves me, who I will be marrying in one week and the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with is invited to my wedding and thinks I'm going to dump the girl I'm engaged to so I can be with her.
Sheesh.
What a life I live.
Maybe it's just me but I think this is karma's way of kicking me in the ass.
----Lance
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-Journal Entry For:
April 16, 2002
9:46 PM
Location: Some expensive hotel
*Sigh*
I know I'm supposed to be mad at Lance but that really lasted oh about, two minutes.
How can I stay pissed at him if all I want to do is feel his arms around me, his lips on mine? Staying mad at him is impossible because once I start thinking about him, I start thinking about his eyes and the way they twinkle like two shooting stars or the way he's so cute when he laughs because he unintentionally crinkles his nose. See look, there I go again. Rambling like some lunatic.
Damn you, Lance! See what you've done to me!
Maybe being in love with him is more of a punishment than being mad at him because every time I hear his name I suddenly posses the mentality of a Teletuby.
Wait no. I think a Teletuby actually has more brain cells than I do when I'm anywhere in a 100 mile radius of Lance.
Maybe it won't hurt if I take a quick run up to his room...I mean Justin's still out at that club with Joey.
Dude. I just realized I've rarely seen Justin this week. I mean, he's at all the shows but after that..it's like he just..dissapears. He's been using Lance's laptop quite alot too.
Maybe he's e-mailing Britney??? Who knows.
These days, that boy is more secretive than an FBI agent.
Anyway, I'm debating whether or not I should go visit Lance...one kiss won't hurt...or two..or three...or sixteen.
Haha.
Now that I think about it, going up to his room sounds like a pretty good idea. I think he's suffered my wrath for long enough, don't you think? ;)
But hold up. What was that whole thing with Bridget today? He sounded mighty pissed...with whatever the heck she said. Psh, knowing her, she probably called to say she jacked up his credit card buying tickets to see some fancy Broadway show or a new Gucci wardrobe. She seems like the kind of girl that would do that. Notice how I said GIRL not women, cause in my eyes, that's exactly what the bimbo is!
Anyway. Off to Lance's room I go.
XOXO
*Vanessa*
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