“Ugh, where in the world is that bottle?” I said rummaging around in my suitcase.
* KNOCK KNOCK *
“Come in it’s open,” I said figuring it was Brian at the door.
“Catie?” said Justin.
“Ohmigod!” I said when I recognized the voice.
“Look we need to talk,” he said.
“I know we do. Look, I don’t have feelings for you anymore. But you’ll always have a special place in my heart, but I’ve moved on and I still want to be friends,” I said getting it all off my chest.
“I know, Britany’s talked some sense into me,” he said, “Are we still friends?”
“Always,” I said giving him a hug.
“What were you looking for before I came in?” asked Justin.
"Oh, Tylenol, my leg is killing me,” I said rummaging some more through my suitcase.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Oh, I tore some cartalige dancing a couple weeks ago and had to get surgery on it. It’s getting better though, I can dance when I’m done with physical therapy in a couple weeks,” I said.
“Good,” he said.
“Hey here it is, I found it!” I said.
“Okay let’s get back cause I have rehearsal next,” he said.
“Sure let’s go,” I said grabbing my crutches.
“Hey sweetie,” said Brian when I walked in.
“Hey-e! I guess you got my note,” I said.
“Yup, you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, better now," I said.
"I'm hungry and so are the rest of the guys, you wanna come get food with us?"
"Yeah, I'm starving!"
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