chapter eight
Footsteps came rushing to his door.
"Justin! You ok?" he heard Chris yell from outside.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine! I just tripped!" Justin shouted back.
"Ok," Chris answered uneasily and then walked away.
Justin turned to Emily, "What are you doing here? And how did you get
here?" Justin scrunched up his nose. "How did you find out where I
live?"
"I have mt ways." she smirked. "Care for a drink?" she waved
one of his empty Vodka bottles in the air.
"I don't drink," he answered coldly and grabbed the bottle from her.
"I never would have thought," a teasing smile played on her lips.
"And take off my boxers," he added while placing the bottle back.
"But they're so comfy," she gave him a puppy dog face.
"Take them off Emily," he repeated.
"Fine. What's stuck up your ass? I'm trying to have fun and you're giving
me the cold shoulder," she reluctantly pulled off his flannel boxers
revealing her khaki shorts.
"I'm sorry, it's just a little...oh I don't know, weird finding you laying
on my bed, wearing my boxers," Justin gave her a small smile. "Seroiusly
Em, how did you find out where I live?" he took a seat on his desk chair
while she sat Indian-style on his bed.
"Promise not to get angry? Well, remember the first time we saw each other?
When you and your friends were playing hackey sack and I was walking on the
beach?" she recalled.
"Yeah."
"Well after you guys put on your concert and everything, I kind of followed
you guys to your house," she bit her lip and giggled. "And no, I
really am not a fan. I just get these weird urges sometimes."
"Well, ok. So why did you decide to sneak into my room?" Justin raised
his brow.
"I wanted to surprise you." She brushed her long hair back and it fell
right back in her face.
"Well you sure did!" Justin laughed.
"Yeah, and I wasn't exactly expecting the reaction I recieved," she
blushed, a little embarrassed.
"Sorry about that," Justin apologized, feeling badly for how he had
snapped at her. "Does your mom know you;re here?"
Emily bit her lower lip. "No, she thinks Im at my friend Becky's
house."
"Oh, you're a bad girl," Justin shook his head.
"Oh, you haven't seen bad yet..." her voice drifted off as she stared
at him seductively. She burst out laughing a few seconds later. "Boy, you
were getting pretty hot over there," she laughed. Justin looked down, his
cheeks flushing.
The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes. Justin was staring out his back
window. "Do you want to go swimming?" he asked out of the blue.
"Swimming?" Emily turned her head and looked out Justin's back window
to see a huge, in-ground pool with a slide and diving board. I would if I had a
suit," she turned back and looked at Justin.
He started rummaging through his drawers. "You can wear your clothes,"
he suggested and pulled out a pair of light blue swim trunks.
"Yeah, I'm really going to wear my $50 khaki shorts in your pool," she
answered sarcastically.
Justin thought for a moment. He looked over at her and then turned back to his
dresser. "Here, wear these then," he tossed her a pair of dark green
boxers. "Put those on instead of your khaki shorts and just wear your tank
top," he shrugged.
"Ok," Emily agreed.