RACHEL-
My mom gave me an overly happy grin. I brushed my hair behind my ear.
“Don’t tweet this.” Scooter said. “We need to do a press interview, just leave looking all lovey-dovey.”
“Not hard.” I said. Justin nodded. Once we had finished our food Justin and I headed to his limo. “You damage my car and I will kill you.” I said to Scooter as I threw him my keys. Scooter rolled his eyes. “I’ll eat your brain.” I said with a smile.
“What are you? A zombie?” Scooter asked.
“Yes.” I nodded. Of course there were a ton of people waiting near the limo. I laced my fingers with Justin’s.
“I’m sorry.” He said as we approached the limo.
“For what?”
“Being the reason you had to dump you’re boyfriend.” Justin said looking down. I looked at him.
“Hey, I’d much rather be with you.” I told him honestly. Justin smiled at me. Then we were bombarded with cameras.
“Justin, Justin, are you two dating?”
“I feel like we’ve been asked this question already.” I whispered to Justin, he smiled. We didn’t answer any questions on the request of Scooter; we just smiled and got in the limo. I pulled out my phone. I had one new message and three missed calls.
To: Rachel
Listen, I’m sorry for what I said. Babe, I just want you back.
I deleted the message. The limo driver turned on the radio and “That Should Be Me” came on. I sang it long and obnoxiously just to make fun of Justin. He smiled and sang with me. “That was beautiful.” I said smiling at Justin. He blew me a kiss and I rolled my eyes.
“So what are we going to do when we go to the Bahamas?” Justin asked pulling out his phone.
“Well, we have to write three songs.” I groaned.
“What vacationing stuff are we going to do?”
“Well, I have to go shopping, then maybe like some beach stuff.” I said turning my body and laying my feet across his lap. He gave me a look. “Well boyfriend we have to seem lovey right? This is my love for you.” I said with a smile. “What do you want to do when we get to the Bahamas?” I asked, looking out the window.
“I don’t know, that’s why I asked you.” Justin said leaning his head back.
“What’s up with you?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you seem so… mellow. You’re not all flirty and cocky.” I said.
“You think I’m cocky?”
“What superstar isn’t?” I asked. Justin smiled.
“I’m not cocky and flirty because you don’t seem like the type of girl that would fall for it.” I looked at Justin.
“Are you saying you want me to fall for you?” I asked a little shocked.
“No, but I’m not going to act like that type of person around you.”
“You’d be so much more fun if you did.” I said throwing him a smile.
“Whatever you want shawty.”
***
Once we had made it to my hotel Justin and I walked in together, just to be attacked by more fans and cameras. Justin grabbed my hand and we ran for the doors. When we were inside security was able to keep everyone else out. “Where’s your room?” Justin asked as we headed into the elevator.
