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Brittany took a seat at the end of the bed adjacent to Lance's. She looked up at him. "Lance?"
"Yeah..." he answered in a deep voice.
"Why did you ask me to come here?" she asked awkwardly.
"What? You know why! I need help for a couple of days and---"
"No," she interrupted. "Why didn't you ask Marie to go? After all, she is your girlfriend..."
Lance took a deep breath. "Marie? Well, I didn't want to tear her away from her job," he said, obviously lying.
"Lance! Thats Bullshit! You know she hates her job...she doesn't give two shits about it!"
"I know, I know, but---"
"But what?" she asked with concern in her voice.
"Well, lately she hasn't been paying attention to me. I mean she doesn't even acknowledge I exist. She helps when I need it, but other then that, I'm not even there to her. I don't think that she loves me anymore..."
Lance was right. Marie had been neglecting him very much within the past 3 weeks or so. It seemed as if their relationship was a burden to her, rather than a pleasure.
"Lance," Brittany said softly. "If you feel it's not working out, then you know what you have to do...you have to tell her. You cant just expect her to know what you're feeling," she said as she stood up.
She walked toward the doorway. "And I hope you make the right decision..." she said as she exited the room.
Brittany had made some good points...in fact, she was totally right. hr knew that he had a decision to make, and he had to make it fast. Alhtough Marie and Lance had been together for about a year, she had chosen to neglect him, despite all the love that he showed her, and Lance knew that was wrong of her.
Lance's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the doorway.
"Who's there?" he asked.
"It's me... Isabelle," she replied as she placed her coat on the chair next to her bed.
"Oh hey Isabelle," Lance said as he rolled over. "Having fun?"
"Not at the moment, no" she said. "Jesus Christ! This damn house is so big, and I have all this shit to move into it!"
Lance laughed. "Don't worry, after a few days all of this moving shit will be over."
"I hope to god it is!" she said plopping down upon her bed. She glanced around at the decor. "You have to love this leopard print! Just look at it!"
When Lance didn't respond, Isabelle noticed what she just had said to him.
"Oh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."
"No, that's OK," he said. "It's not your fault I can't see it,"
"You're so 'happy-go-lucky' considering your situation," she said laughing.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I know plenty of people who would be complete assholes, who would won't pity from others, and get mad when people slip like I just did..." Isabelle explained.
"I don't get mad... It;s not their fault. Besides, if being like that makes you call me an asshole, then I never want to be like that...ever!"
The two laughed, and continued talking until about 11:00 am.
~*~*~*~*~
A few days passed, and everyone was settled into their living spaces. A big weight was lifted off of their shoulders.
Robyn lay in her room, talking on the phone.
"I swear to God Dani! This guy Justin... He;s being a complete ass to me! And it;s only been a few days!"
"I know what you mean," Robyn's friend Danielle said. "But give it time. Maybe it's just stress..." she said, trying to come up for a reason for his rudeness.
"I really don't think so. This girl Brittany, and my other roommate Isabelle talk to him, and he's fine with them!"
"Are they blonde?" Asked Dani.
"Uh...one of them is. The other has blonde highlights... Why?" asked Robyn curiously.
"I Knew it!" she exclaimed.
"Knew what?"
"It seems that your little friend Justin wants some ass!" she said laughing.
"Danielle! Thats mean! Every blonde isn't like that!" she exclaimed.
"I know, but---"
"And I take offense to that!" Robyn said.
"Why?" Dani asked.
"Well, first, I was thinking of bleaching my hair and---"
"WHAT?" Dani boasted.
"You heard me! I'm sick of my hair... It's just too...too.... Brown!" she laughed. "Back to what I was saying before... First, I was thinking of bleaching my hair and second... Why wouldn't he want any ass from me?"
Both girls laughed until Robyn looked up to see Justin enter their room.
"Uh, sorry Dan... I gotta go. I'll talk to ya later... Bye!" Robyn said, hinting to Justin hat his presence was not welcome. She rolled over and placed the phone on the receiver.
"Who was that?" asked Justin, as if it was his business to know.
"Um... Thats none of your damn business..." countered Robyn.
"Well, you were talking pretty loud..." he said walking over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "And just to let you know... I would NEVER want ANY ass from you!"
He turned to walk out of the room, but Robyn stopped him. By now, she was furious.
"What the fuck is your problem?!?" she exploded. "Don't you know the meaning of privacy! Don't ever listen to my conversations!!!"
"Ooh! What if I do?" he asked, mocking her.
She took a deep breath. "You know what? I don't have time for you! You're such an arrogant bastard!" she said walking out of the room.
"And you're a slutty bitch!" he yelled back at her.
She turned around once more. "What? I am not a slut! You don't even know me you prick!" After those words, she succeeded in exiting the room.
Justin turned to the nearest camera man. "Hey, can you remind her to take her Midol before she talks to me?"
"Kiss my white ass!" she yelled across the house. She had heard what he said.
With that, their argument was over.
Justin waked fully into his room, and took a seat on his bed. He glanced over at the table between his and Robyn's beds; upon it, there was a small picture frame containing a picture of Robyn, and a friend of hers.
He leaned over and picked it up; he studied it for a while. What a whore! he thought as he placed the frame bak down.
No one really didn't know why he hated Robyn, and to tell the truth he didn't really know either. His feeling for her...for anyone he ever met...were tangled in his woven web of feeling and emotions, and it would be one hell of a job to try and get them out successfully without tampering with the initial meaning.
Justin placed his head down on he large, star shaped pillow. It was about 10 minutes before the ticking of the clock on the wall lulled him into a deep slumber.
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