"God, I can't eat anymore..." I put my forkfull of crab alfredo down, stuffed.
I laughed as I looked across the table to see Justin still digging into his pasta, oblivious to what I had said.
He stopped mid-way of putting another forkfull into his mouth when he realized I was laughing.
"Wha..." he asked, with his mouth full.
I laughed harder, "Nothing... just finish eating," I smiled at him.
Justin chewed what was in his mouth and asked again, "What? What's so funny?"
"Nothing! Really... it's just... you're eating like you haven't eaten in a decade."
Justin looked down at his fork, which was piled with pasta, and ready to dive into his mouth. "Wow... I am. Dang, sorry," he laughed, putting down his fork.
"No, don't stop if you're still hungry... its all good," I said.
"No, I'm fine. I'm really used to eating with the guys and with them, I'M the polite one," he laughed, letting his sentence fade away.
"Well, you're just a growing boy, aren't you?" I grinned sexily at Justin.
His lips parted to reveal his own sparkling grin, as he reached across the table to take my hand.
"So, I guess dinner's over?" he said, starting to stand up from his seat.
"I guess so..." I smiled bigger, getting up with him, still holding hands.
"So that means..." Justin's voice was smooth and low, as he inched closer to me, "We have the rest of the night to..." Justin drew me close to him, looking deeply into my eyes,
"To..." I looked back at Justin, waiting of him to finish what he was saying, expecting the obvious.
"To... WATCH TV!" he jumped to the couch, grabbed the remote and clicked on the Knick's game.
"Uhhhh... ok..." I stood there dumbly.
Justin's curls peeked up from the sofa, seconds later. I heard him laugh softly to himself.
"Shelly... I was kidding, girl," he said, standing up from the couch and turning off the TV.
He walked over to me and took my hand. "Chill out... I wasn't serious!" he pulled me over to the other end of the wrap-around couch, away from the TV and in front of the fireplace.
"I know..." I said, making it apparent that, of course, he had totally fooled me.
"I seriously had you going, didn't I? Wow, Chris taught me well!"
We both laughed as we sat down on the couch.
"So what do you really wanna do?" I asked.
"How 'bout just this..." Justin pulled me tighter and looked into my eyes. "I'd watch you all night if I could," he said softly.
"You're too sweet to me," I said, blushing.
"There's no such thing," Justin said.
I twisted his curls in my fingers while he rubbed up and down my back softly. I glanced over at the windows.
"Can we go out there?" I asked, pointing to the balcony.
"Sure... but its kinda cold," Justin said, getting up and walking down the hallway.
Moments later, he re-appeared, wearing a puffy vest and holding an over-sized sweat shirt in his hands.
"This is all I really have... but I'll keep you warm," he handed me the sweat shirt and I slipped it on. It hung loosely over my dress.
Justin opened the doors and we stepped out onto the balcony. The city lights were bright, and the noise was thick.
"God, I love it here," I said, breathing in the cold night air.
"In New York?" Justin asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Why?" he asked, sincerely curious.
"I dunno... I've just always loved New York. Since I was little... it was my dream to move here... You know, find the love of my life, get famous, get rich... all of that."
"Yeah. I wanted all of that too," Justin replied, gazing into the moonlight.
"Yeah, well be careful what you wish for!" I laughed turning to him.
"Yeah, I guess I got my wish, didn't I..." Justin said, wrapping his arms around me.
"Well... yeah. I mean, you're more than just FAMOUS to half of the teenage population, and you made tons of mon-"
Justin cut me off, "No, I wasn't talking about that wish... I was talking about you. I wished for you."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I kissed him, pulling even closer to his warm body.
When the kiss ended, Justin sighed, "Wow..." I smiled, hugging his close.
"You're shivering, Shelly... Come on, let's go back in. It's too cold."
"Ok," I said.
Justin reached for the door handle and pulled... but nothing happened.
"What's wrong, Justin?" I asked.
He pulled the handle again, harder.
"Justin?" I asked again.
"Oh crap..." Justin turned around to face me, "We're locked out," he said.
"What? Don't you have a key or something?"
"I left it in my jean jacket... Shit!" he hit the side railing, pissed at himself. "God, I'm so sorry... I knew something like this would happen," Justin said, getting more angry.
"It's ok, Justin," I took his hand, "We'll get in... I don't know HOW... but we'll get in somehow," I said, beginning to laugh at the situation.
Just then, a huge bolt of thunder boomed in the sky.
"You're kidding me..." Justin started to laugh.
"Oh God... that would be just perfect, wouldn't it?" I laughed.
A huge rain drop plopped on Justin's forehead, and then another on me. I looked at the cement underneath our feet, as dark rain spots filled the surface. I pulled Justin close to me, and started laughing. Justin joined in soon after me.
As it began to fully pour, I shouted over the drops, "I bet you didn't wish for this!"
