Elise & JC-Chapter Seven
I saw Justin pat him on the back. Lance whispered something into his ear. He nodded.
“Well, maybe next summer. We’re working really hard on the album” He said, smiling.
“I heard something about…Emily? Who is she?” The reporter asked.
“Um, she’s a dancer of ours, and a good friend,” he said, nervously. They pushed through the crowds, signing autographs every few fans that they passed. Liar, I thought. She wasn’t just a “good friend”. The girls and I headed to the beach. I needed something to calm down my completely messed up life.
My flight out to California was on Friday, and it was only Monday. I had called the agency, but their fastest one was on the following Monday. I must have called like, every agency in Florida! And then there was the college thing. What was I going to? Turn back? No. I worked hard, and I wanted this. I mean, Stamford is good in California, but I like Florida, too. And at that time, nothing was wrong with JC and me. Now it was. I sighed, and rested my head on my soft pillows. My head hurt because of all the screaming I did in the past 2 days. Since it was only 7:00pm (we got back from the beach at about 6:00pm and I’ve been eating junk food and watching TV for 1 hour. Geeky, huh?), I decided to go downstairs and have an early dinner. I went down to McDonalds. Yes, McDonalds. They have one in the hotel. VERY convenient. Especially when you are depressed. I took the elevator down to the ground floor, and headed into McDonalds. I stood in line. While I was waiting, my eyes traveled around the room. I spotted a couple in the back corner. They looked like JC and me. I started to get a feeling in my stomach. It was the same one as I got when I was 7, and I was at sleep-away camp for the first time, and I missed my mommy. I missed JC. No way. I couldn’t, but yet, I still did.
Just then, the bell chimed above the entrance. I glanced over to the door. My mouth opened. I took all my strength just to close it. Finally I did, though. He stared at me, the same second I stared at him. I saw him glancing at my aqua belly button ring that was showing a little because of my swimsuit top (I hadn’t changed out of my two-piece, just put on a sarong). I saw him staring at it for like 10 minutes. So, I pushed away, and ordered.
“A large Coke, a McFlurry, M&M, and a small fries, please,” I said to the lady behind the counter.
“That’ll be $5.80,” she said. I pulled out the exact amount and sat down at a table. JC got into a line, but people let him cut because he was so famous. Jerk, I thought. He took his order, and waited on the side while they made it. I knew his order by heart: A Big Mac, an Oreo McFlurry, and a small Sprite. Sure enough, I saw all of those things on his tray. I turned down to eat, and heard someone plop down on the seat across from me. I looked up. JC was right there. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it.
“Wonder why I’m sitting here, right?” He said. I was speechless, so I just nodded.
“I-I-I- just don’t wan-wanna make a sce-scene, JC,” I said shakily.
“Neither do I,”
“Then why’d you sit here? You’ll start to shout any minute.” I said, keeping my cool.
“ I know. But--” he started,
“I think I should go,” I said in a rush. I picked up my stuff, and ran into the lobby.
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