WILDFIRE
By Aysia Anderson (a.k.a. Nikki)
Chapter
Eleven: Weeping Willow
Camille looked stunning as she walked out of the makeup trailer, her last stop
on the train of playing dress up, and stepped down onto the cement. Her hair was
curled into loose ringlets that tumbled all around her and her makeup was very
dark and dramatic due to the fact that most of the shots would be filmed during
sunset and early evening. The jewelry that she wore included a silver armlet,
anklet, and slave bracelet, along with a pair of hanging silver earrings.
Her dress itself was a mix of deep burgundy and periwinkle. It was in the style
of an 1970's halter top, the material coming down around her neck to support her
breasts, before splitting off to cross behind her back and back around her waist
where the same type of material served as the tattered and windswept bottom. She
looked like a glamorous Bond girl that had been lost at sea.
Justin sat idly in a chair inside of a different trailer while the crew's
hairstylist groomed his facial hair giving him the mustache and goatee look that
he had sported in videos like Rock Your Body. The fade that he had been wearing
was refreshed and the cut in the front reapplied. His only jewelry consisted of
a simple chain and cross necklace, platinum Rolex, and his signature stud
earrings. His wardrobe was merely a thin, loose-fitting white shirt over a black
wife beater and over expensive blue jeans. He dug not having to go glam because
if he heard another metro sexual crack he'd scream.
Trace sat quietly at his side filming a home video on his camcorder of all of
the events going down for Camille's video. MTV & BET had wanted to film a
behind the scenes documentary but her people had declined the offer. The
anticipation for the video was steadily building everyday and the secrecy around
it made the demand even stronger. No one knew what to expect. The other videos
that Camille had released were highly innovative, concepts from her own mind, so
the fans were at the edge of their seats waiting for the latest installment.
"Alright, we're done." the stylist announced proudly and Justin moved
slightly in his seat to catch a glimpse of his re-worked frame in the mirror. He
nodded, satisfied, and began to stand up from his chair.
"You're filming everything?" he asked his friend as he trumped down
the few stairs to exit the trailer and found that Trace was following him with
camera in hand.
"I figured that while you and Camille are separated you could watch this
video and remember how much you mean to each other." the other man
explained his reasoning as they both headed toward the set. "When she
misses you she can see the two of you together onscreen and when you're horny in
the middle of the night you can masturbate while watching yourself make out with
her."
"I knew you had to throw something grimy in there at the end."
"You know it, brother." Trace laughed to himself and panned away from
his friend with the camera catching Camille standing with the director, Hype
Williams, on film. "You're girl is fucking gorgeous, J."
Justin cast his attention into the direction that Trace was now facing and took
in the image of the young woman who had captured his heart. She was speaking
animatedly, gesturing with her hands, as she explained something to Hype whom
was completely swept up in her words. Justin was sure that she was filling him
in on more details of her concept and couldn't help but to admire her for it.
She possessed a lot more control over her career than most performers that had
been in the business for years. She had walked into the arena knowing what she
wanted and how to execute it. Most of the time he didn't believe that she
actually needed Johnny to manage her because she had so much under control.
The second that the conversation between Camille and Hype ended Justin and Trace
made their way over to her. At the time one of the crew members was trying to
chat her up but as far as the two men were concerned it was no longer relevant.
If she wasn't talking business then she could be interrupted without any
consequences.
"Smile for the camera, mama." Trace walked around her to capture her
face where she smiled shyly and tried to turn away. "How cute is she?"
"Stop it!" she held her hand in front of her face completely
embarrassed and laughed when she felt Justin's arms go around her. "What
are the two of you doing?"
"Trace here decided to make us a home video for the road. I'm not going to
tell you the specifics that he told me," Justin rolled his eyes at his
friend, "but his heart is in the right place."
"Trace, you're going to sell this on EBAY aren't you?" Camille asked
him though she was staring up into Justin's eyes as he stared back into hers
with his arms encircling her waist.
"Damn straight." he adjusted the rim of his baseball hat before trying
out the zoom in feature on his digital camcorder. "Will you two pretend
that I'm not here and suck face already? The fans are not going to buy a tape of
you just staring at each other like you want to eat each other when you're not
going to act on it."
"You'd be surprised." Justin cracked as Camille's attention diverted
to his best friend. She waved goodbye to him before separating herself from her
boyfriend and starting off to see if the crew was ready to begin filming.
"So I take it that I can't interest the two of you in doing a series of
soft porn videos for the website?"
"You don't have a website, fuck head."
"You don't know what I have." Trace couldn't suppress his laughter.
"You and Cam could be making way more money than you're
making now if you'd both be willing to take your clothes off, roll around on a
bed, and moan out some sick shit."
Justin's mouth hung slightly agape. "You really need a hobby."
"Hey, Justin, we're going to start rolling tape! We need you!" the
assistant director called from the distance.
Justin made his way over to the camera crew and was filled in on what was being
shot as Trace stood by. A few minutes later he was standing with Camille against
the ocean and the sunset with her back against his chest and her left arm lifted
up so that her hand was cupping the back of his neck. After a number of lighting
tests their images locked in warm embraces and engaged in steamy kisses were
captured over and over again from different angles on film. By the end of
shooting days later they were sure that they had kissed more in that first day
then they had during their entire relationship up to that point.
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"The filming of Camille's video was very hectic because there was a
deadline that had to be met and most if not all of the shots had to be done at
sunset or sunrise. So when they came back from the Bahamas they were really
drained." Lynn informed Gary and the camera crew. "It was all very
last minute. Justin had to get home and finish packing to head out to England
for his promo tour and then a week later Camille would be flying out to begin
filming her movie. In between and during all of this they would be doing
interviews and guest appearances. It was the first time that they'd really have
to exist apart since they had met…"
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Justin sat in the back seat of the black Suburban staring out of the window and
sucking on a sour apple sucker while Camille slept fitfully at his side. The
video shoot in the Bahamas had taken a lot out of her with them both toping out
at about eight hours of sleep over the course of the three day filming period.
When they weren't being filmed by the camera crew they were being filmed by his
best friend, Trace Ayala, for a home video that he was whipping up for the both
of them. Any free moment that they had come across was only free for the first
second of it's discovery.
Camille sat up slowly, waking from her catnap, with a crook in her neck. Justin
turned to her seeing her painful _expression and moved to massage her neck with
his right hand. It only took a moment for her to relax into him and lay her head
down in his lap to go back to sleep. Once she was out he slid his hand over her
bare arm to keep her warm in the air-conditioned SUV and returned to his
daydreaming outside of the window.
"Tough shoot?" Lonnie, his bodyguard, questioned from the front
passengers seat as Camille's bodyguard, Eddie, was driving.
"Nah, it was straight. It was just a lot of long hours." Justin
answered.
Lonnie nodded, looking over the side of his seat at the sleeping young woman
lying in Justin's lap. He hadn't really had that much time to get to know
Camille but he liked her so far. She didn't seem like she had ulterior motives
toward his employer and she wasn't as clingy or whiney as some of the other
girls that he had allowed into his world. Camille seemed genuine to him and he
figured the transition of friend to lover was beneficial.
"You leave tomorrow afternoon for England?"
"Yeah," Justin removed the sucker from his mouth and analyzed how much
more he had to go, spinning the stick around between his index finger and thumb.
"Back to the same old routine."
"It's what you love, kid. You were made to do this."
"Most definitely. It's just going to be a lot of distance between Camille
and I and I've kind of gotten used to seeing her almost everyday or at least
once a week."
Lonnie adjusted the bottom hem of his shirt, "It's not the first time
you've had to do the long distance thing with a woman."
"I'll be taking care of her while you're overseas." Eddie finally
spoke up as he hadn't been a part of the conversation and was the only one awake
in the car that wasn't participating.
"I'm not worried about her safety `cause I know she's in good hands. I just
want to see her, you know?" Justin explained himself, letting down the
ashtray and dropping the sucker stick within it before re-closing it.
"So then why don't you take time off, go with her to film her movie, and
then do your thing afterwards? Do like a trade-off system. When you work she
doesn't and when she works you don't." Lonnie offered up what sounded like
an easy solution to the problem.
"I can't just not promote this album. If they hadn't already leaked the
first single to the radio stations then maybe I could ask Johnny and the execs
over at JIVE to just sit on it for a while and put it on hold but it's too late
for that now." He sighed heavily. "I would never ask Camille to
postpone doing her first movie either. She scored the kind of role that
thousands of actresses would die for in her first shot. She's supposed to be
doing this."
The remainder of the car ride was blanketed in silence. Once the Suburban was
unloaded at Justin's home Camille climbed out of the back to say goodbye to him
half-heartedly. He could tell that she was still tired as she drug herself over
to him and kissed him goodbye while Lonnie removed the last bag and dropped it
just inside of the door of the house.
"Will I see you later tonight before you leave?" she yawned out
tiredly.
"I have a lot of packing to do and I have to wash all of the clothes that I
took with me to the Bahamas but I'll try to get over there as soon as I can to
see you, okay?" Justin pushed one of his bags inside with his foot and
shoved his hands into his pockets. "You want to just stay here with me
tonight and I'll take you home in the morning before I leave?"
"I don't know." Camille shrugged, looking away from him.
"Baby, I'd really like it if you just stayed here and went with me to the
airport so I could say goodbye to you."
"I'm not good with goodbyes."
"Obviously." Justin cocked his head to the side, catching her eyes
finally. "Just stay, okay? Anytime you want to leave I'll let you have the
keys to one of my cars and you can just go."
Camille's face crinkled as if she were about to cry when she heard Eddie
announcing that they were about to leave. She honestly did not want to stay
there with him. If she stayed then she would have to acknowledge the fact that
he was leaving. If she went home at least she could lie to herself and say that
she could just come and see him tomorrow.
"Camille, are you coming, honey?" Eddie called again, he and Lonnie
sitting in the car ready to roll out. They were officially off duty and were
ready to go to a local bar to party it up after dropping her off at home.
"Baby, what do you want to do?" Justin asked and then sighed heavily
as she walked to the car leaving him alone standing on his front steps. Without
another word he made his way into the house before hearing the honking of the
horn. He looked back over his shoulder as Camille came back toward him with her
purse in hand and walked passed him into the house.
"Eddie says goodbye and Lonnie says he'll see you at the airport
tomorrow." she reported as he closed the door and she made her way upstairs
to his bedroom.
Justin looked at all of his bags on the floor and thought about all of the
washing that was going to have to happen before the next day came. He loathed
washing clothes. Wearily he started up the stairs on his way to his room to
catch up with his girlfriend.
"The video looks like it will come out really well, mom." she spoke
into her cell phone, sitting at the foot of his bed as he entered the room and
went to the closet to pull out the rest of his suitcases. "I watched the
playbacks with Hype and they look very stylish…I don't know about that because
I didn't watch the scenes where we kissed. I didn't want to. No, I'm not mad at
him I just didn't…mom, they're going to give me a copy of the final cut before
it's aired."
Justin was quiet as he unzipped the larger of his suitcases and opened his top
drawer to begin loading it with clothes. He had watched the scenes of he and
Camille kissing on the playback even though she hadn't. He thought they were
amazing. She looked beautiful and they looked beautiful together standing
against the backdrop of the ocean and the setting sun. He favored the scenes
where the sun was rising but they all were wonderful in his book.
"Mom can I just call you back later and talk to you? No, I'm really
stressed out right now and all I want to do is sleep but I have to help Justin
pack for England." Camille attempted to rush her mother off of the phone
not in the mood at all to answer a million and one questions about work.
"No, I don't have to but I want to, okay? Mom?"
Justin stopped packing hearing the crack in her voice. Camille was holding her
head down with her hand covering her face. Frozen, he didn't make a move until
he saw the lonely tear drop slide over the side of her chin and drop down onto
her pants. Cautiously he stood up from his squatting position near the dresser
and made his way over to her taking the phone from her hand and lifting it up to
his ear.
"Linda? Yeah, it's Justin. Can Camille call you back a little bit later on?
Yeah, everything is fine but she doesn't feel too well right now so I'm going to
set her up in one of the guest bedrooms while I pack." he pulled together a
story quickly. "You want me to call you when I'm finished to tell you how
she is? Okay, I'll do that sweetheart. Yeah, love you too, Linda. Bye." He
turned off the phone and handed it back to his girlfriend.
Camille dried her eyes quickly, setting the phone down on the bed, and stood up
before him. "What do you need me to help you pack?"
"I don't need you help me pack anything. I've got it under control so why
don't you just talk to me for a second?"
"About what?"
"About us and this whole thing about England and your movie that you're
about to do. If you don't want me to go then I won't go."
Camille couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Why would you…? No, I
want you to go! Am I not allowed to miss you?"
"You're allowed that, Camille, but don't miss me before I'm gone. Shit, I
want to have a fucking tantrum in the middle of Johnny's office, tell him that
I'll quit if he doesn't synchronize our schedules, but I can't do it. Even if he
would stun the world and give in to the pleas it wouldn't be beneficial right
now because it would be distracting. You don't want me over your shoulder every
time you do a scene measuring how close you are to some guy, do you?"
"Justin, you'd be telling me to kiss the guy with more feeling or telling
him about the spot that drives me crazy so the scene would go to the next
level." she glared at him trying desperately not to laugh at her own joke
because she always thought her jokes were funny and appropriately timed.
Justin's lip quivered trying to suppress his own smile before he pushed it away
and glared back at her. "Do you have a point? No, you don't so shut
up!"
"You want to laugh right now."
"No, I don't."
"Yes you do and if you don't you just might explode. You better just let it
out."
"I'm trying to make a point right now, if you don't mind?" he put his
hands on his hips in a fashion of his mother's and Camille fell out laughing
instantaneously, falling back onto the bed. "You are the sickest individual
on the face of the planet."
"How can you stand yourself? You are so funny without even trying!"
she mocked him, putting her hands on her hips and doing a little jig while
laying on her back in the middle of the bed.
"I've just concluded that I'm never ever going to have sex with you."
Justin walked away and continued his packing.
"Aw, now why do you say that?" Camille propped herself up on her
elbows and watched him operate.
"Let's say that I have an off day or something and things don't go right or
aren't to your expectations…"
"You have off days?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"See, there you go again!" he shouted, "That's it, you will never
see my penis!"
"That's fine. It just means that your penis will never get any action
`cause you're stuck with me for life, man."
"Not at the rate you're going tonight." Justin put his left hand on
his hip, snapped his fingers, and gave her serious neck sway before cat-walking
to the master bathroom RuPaul-style. Camille was in hysterics again as she
jumped up from the bed and followed after him. "What do you want?"
"What are you doing?" she stood in the doorway leaning against it's
frame.
"I was planning on getting into the shower and relaxing for a while before
I started washing clothes. Why? Do you want to join me or something?"
"No, what makes you think that?"
"Just a thought." Justin shrugged and then pulled his shirt over his
head dropping it to the floor. "Or you could just keep standing there
watching too. It's your world."
"Ha," Camille fluffed out her hair and turned on her heels to return
to his bedroom. "I'm going to go finish packing your bags for you.
Ciao."
"Whatever you say, mama." he grinned as she closed the door behind
herself and then continued stripping before getting into the glass enclosed
shower.
/*/*/
By the time that the plane had touched down in L.A. Justin had wanted to bend
down and kiss the ground. He wasted no time in phoning Lonnie to make sure that
he would be at the airport waiting for him and when he stepped out of the
terminal he was glad that he had done so. About fifty photographers and
journalist stood waiting on his arrival snapping photo after photo and shouting
out questions that he really didn't want to answer.
Lonnie appeared out of nowhere parting through the middle of the mob with
another bodyguard named Dre. The two of them together formed a unbreakable wall
around the young star and forced their way out of the chaos. Quickly the three
of them made their way to retrieve his luggage before rushing out to the SUV
parked in the front of the airport. With the media on their heels they threw
everything in and jumped inside before speeding off onto the highway losing the
cameras in traffic.
"Haven't heard from you in a while, player, we got a little bit
worried." Dre chuckled from the driver's seat and peered up into the
rearview mirror to see his friend's _expression.
"I've been a little out of it lately with all that's been going on. I
didn't expect to be back in California any time soon." Justin replied and
took a deep breath to calm his racing nerves.
"Is she talking to you now?" Lonnie inquired, adjusting the radio
dial.
"Yes and no. She didn't hang up on me when I called her and she's letting
me come by to see Nicole so that's a start, right?"
"Sounds like it to me, brother."
"Yo," Dre spoke up, "I'm not afraid to ask you this so what in
the hell were you thinking when you fucked up the way that you did?"
Justin leaned forward in his seat and put his hand over his forehead. "I
don't even know, man. I wasn't thinking and I was drunk. None of it is a
legitimate excuse but that's all I can really give you right now as far as
explanations go."
"Camille's a good woman, JT."
"I know she is."
"If she lets you back in it could be really hard to get things back to the
way that they used to be." the older man commented.
"I'll be happy just as long as we're back together. I don't care if she
wants to argue, fuss, and fight all day everyday. I'll shut up and let her say
whatever is on her mind and heart as long as I can be with her."
Lonnie looked back at Justin and laughed. "That's sad man!"
"Let the truth be told! Hallelujah!" Dre chimed in.
Justin couldn't help but to laugh himself. He did sound pretty pitiful but sadly
enough he was being completely honest. "Yo, can we stop off at the nearest
toy store? I have to get my baby girl a doll. I promised her."
"No problem, man."
"Thanks," Justin paused hearing his cell phone ring in his jacket.
Quickly he reached inside, flipped it open, and brought it up to his ear.
"Talk to me."
"Yo, dirty! I hear you back in L.A." Nelly's enthusiastic voice poured
through the phone instantly lightening the mood of the SUV. "What's poppin'?
"Trying to run out here and go see my girl and make sure everything is
alright with us. She's letting me come by and see my daughter and, I don't know,
maybe we can talk or something without all the drama."
"Not to be crushing your nuts here, partner, but you brought that drama on
yourself. Cam's a real laid back and chill lady but you did some questionable
shit behind her back."
"So you're going to start in on me too?"
"Hey, I'm just coming at you real from the standpoint of a friend. I'll
stand behind you whatever you do because you're my dog but you know you did her
dirty. Only thing I can say positive is that if she does take you back there
could be some amazing makeup sex in the future."
"You've been hanging out with Trace, haven't you?" Justin shook his
head sadly.
"We chat on occasion." Nelly laughed. "Anyway, give me a holler
when you get things sorted out and we'll go kick it or something. Maybe
Nastassia and I will come over and it'll be the four of us like old times."
"That'd be nice." he agreed. "I'll call you, man. One."
/*/*/
"How long was I in there?" Justin paused in his tracks out of the
master bathroom in his towel as his eyes took in the organization of all of his
packed belongings. He could tell that the things that he had thrown aimlessly
into the first suitcase had been reorganized and the things that he was too
careless to sort out and leave behind had been sorted out for him. It was
amazing.
Camille smiled at his question, zipping up the last bag, and stood up to her
feet stretching. She had been squatting down and sitting on her legs for far too
long trying to get his things together. Socks, underwear, t-shirts, hooded
sweatshirts, sweatpants, jeans, cologne, extra toothbrush and
toothpaste…everything that he could possibly need was stored away perfectly
for easy access. She knew that once he was on the road all of her hard labor
would be massacred but she liked to think that she had done this all for a
reason.
"You are amazing." Justin commented, adjusting his towel around his
bare waist and smiling at her from across the room. "Did you make dinner
and wash the clothes and polish all of the floors in the process, Molly
Maid?"
"If that's what you think will happen we can never live together." she
finished stretching and then leaned back against the dresser wearily. "Are
you hungry, though? I'll make you something if you are."
"No, I'm not hungry. Stop trying to do it all because you know damn well
that if I wasn't leaving tomorrow you wouldn't be doing all of this."
"That's not true."
"Isn't it?"
"Aren't you the same guy that demands grilled cheese sandwiches as a
greeting at my front door and won't even kiss me until the order has been
filled?"
"Oh, come on!" Justin scoffed and walked across the room to stand in
front of her. "That only happened one time!"
"Three times." Camille held up her fingers as if to back up her story.
"I do things for you all the time and you do things for me all the time so
let's not go starting another argument when all you really want to do is kiss
me."
"Who said I wanted to kiss you?"
"Justin, you have this tendency of picking childish fights in order to get
lip action when in reality all you really have to do is come up to me and kiss
me. We're not kids anymore." she said pointedly. "You don't even have
to ask at this point because we're way passed the getting to know you
stage."
"Are you done?"
"Yes, pretty much."
"Good," he leaned forward to kiss her but then stopped. "I can't
kiss you like this."
"Like what?" Camille's eyes shifted from his lips to his eyes as their
faces were only a mere inch apart.
"Either I have to get dressed or you have to get naked because you in
clothes and me in a towel is weirding me out."
"That's because you're special." she cracked. "Get dressed."
"Fine," Justin moved in to kiss her again but this time made contact.
Slowly his hands slid down her sides and to the bottom hem of her shirt before
tugging it up and under her armpits, pausing their kissing as she lifted her
arms to his astonishment, and then pulled it up and over her head tossing it
across the room. He stared into her eyes then, unsure of how far she would
really go with it, before starting to kiss her again. He knew that at any second
she would tell him to stop, leave her alone, and go take a cold shower.
Camille had no idea what she was doing or why she was letting things go as far
as they were going. She didn't want to think that it was just because he was
leaving the next day and that she wasn't going to see him for months. She wanted
to believe that as he one-by-one unbuttoned the silver buttons on her jeans that
she was letting this happen for a much deeper reason. As his lips separated from
her own and traveled the length of her neck, between the slope of her bra
covered breasts and down the middle of her stomach, she stopped even caring.
When his hands slid around her body and eased her jeans down her legs and lifted
her delicate toes out of them her rational mind stopped functioning for the
first time in her life.
Kissing his way back up her body Justin attacked her lips once again. His hands
cupped the sides of her face and he could feel her fingers lightly wrap around
his forearms. This was a new plateau for them both granted it wasn't the first
time that Justin himself had been intimate with a woman. It was the first time
that he had been intimate with this one. Suddenly he felt as if his nerves were
shot. The fear of messing up her first time hit him like a semi and reluctantly
he ended their steamy make out session.
"What's wrong?" Camille whispered, standing on her tiptoes to plant
delicate kisses along his jaw line.
"Nothing." he looked over her head unwilling to make eye contact.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious and figuring that physically she was a
disappointment Camille nodded slowly, eyes cast to the floor, and stepped away
from him to retrieve her shirt and jeans from the floor. Justin closed his eyes
hating himself for ending things there but knowing that he was doing the right
thing for her. He watched her shimmy back into her jeans in the reflection of
the mirror but said nothing.
"Can I get those car keys now?" she asked as calmly as she could while
pulling her shirt the right side out.
Silently Justin walked up behind her removing the shirt from her hands and rest
his chin on her shoulder while wrapping both his and her arms around her small
body. "Camille, I don't want to hurt you."
"Physically or emotionally?"
"Both. We can do this later at another time when we're both completely sure
about things. Besides, don't you want to wait until you get married? Isn't that
what you told me?"
"That could have been me. I don't quite remember right now." she
shrugged spitefully.
Justin pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "Stay with me tonight?
I'll do whatever you want me to do outside of…introducing you to the
anaconda." he cracked and fell out laughing when she pushed him away.
"Go do your laundry and put some clothes on. You make me sick."
"I know." he kissed her lips quickly before setting out on his way to
follow orders.
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"I've always hated saying goodbye to my son." Lynn dabbed her watering
eyes with a Kleenex and smiled, a bit embarrassed by her own emotions.
"It's hard sometimes with his career because the family doesn't get to see
him as often as we would like. He's just so busy and it's not as bad when he's
touring here in the States because we can take a quick flight out to where he is
or vice versa but England is different. He's much further away and it's just
very stressful."
"Do you need a moment, Mrs. Harless?"
"Oh, no. I'm fine." she assured Gary whom was very much concerned.
"Paul, Trace and I all went with Justin to the airport to send him off
early afternoon to England. He had a really long flight ahead of him. He was
happy to be going because performing is in his bones but we could tell how sad
he was that Camille didn't come to say goodbye to him. I understood her
reasoning but it was still hard to accept. Justin told me later that she sent
him a text message when he was on the plane and a picture of them together as an
attachment. She didn't want to watch him get on the plane but she wanted him to
know that she was there with him."
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"Camille?" Nastassia squinted at her friend after opening the door in
her pajamas. "What time is it?" she checked her own watch that read
that it was seven AM. "What's the matter?"
"I couldn't say goodbye to him." Camille struggled to breathe through
her tears as Nastassia reached out for her and drew her into her arms
comfortingly.
"Oh, girl, you're going to see him again. Don't cry." Nastassia rocked
back and forth in the doorway with her distraught friend. "You didn't go to
the airport with him?"
"I left before he got up. I just…I just couldn't be there, you know? I
couldn't do that."
"I know. I know." she assured her. "Everything will be fine.
You're going to start working on your movie next week and start working on your
new album. Justin will be performing and before you know it the time will fly by
and you'll both be back together, C. I promise you that everything will be just
fine. You just have to be strong for him."Can
he be strong for her as well?