RACHEL-
I brushed through my hair since I had just showered. I put on my pj’s and went to get in bed with Justin. I hopped onto the bed sliding under to covers. Just then there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” I yelled too lazy to get up. Justin laughed.
“It’s Michael. We need to talk.” Michael yelled back.
“Go fuck yourself!”
“Rachel, just open the door.” Michael said.
“No!”
“Then I will scream this conversation to the world.”
“How do I know you won’t do that anyway?” I yelled. Justin laughed.
“Just go open the door.” He said rolling over. I pulled myself out of bed and opened the door.
“Cute jammies.” Michael said.
“I know, now what do you want?” I snapped.
“Chill, I need to apologize. I feel so stupid.”
“You are stupid.”
“You aren’t easy to talk to.” I shrugged. “Listen that was the dumbest thing to do.”
“Michael, you lied to a nation, I could have been attacked by Justin’s fans if we didn’t tweet.” Michael looked disgusted when I said Justin.
“I just wanted you back.” Michael mumbled.
“And how’d that work for you?” I asked.
“Ray-ray…” he said.
“Do not use your nickname for me.” I said. “You already have me in a pissed off mood so it would benefit you to fuck off.” I spat. Michael looked hurt.
“I know you love me!” He almost screamed.
“You’re so stupid it’s sad.” I said turning around and heading inside. I climbed back in bed with Justin.
“Deep breaths babe.” He said kissing me.
“When do you think the others will be back?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He said. I rolled over to face him, he kissed me hard and I couldn’t help but smile.
***
“Get up you lazy asses!” I screamed, jumping on Chaz’s bed. Chaz flipped off the other side and I heard Ryan groan.
“Hey Ry, Kelsey didn’t stay with you last night?” I asked, I thought that was our plan.
“No, she went off with some dude.” Ryan was jealous.
“Oh, okay, anyway. Get up we have to go jet skiing!” I said jumping up and down.
“What are you on?” Chaz asked sitting up. I stared at the can in my hand.
“I think this is my third red bull, I’m not sure though.” I said with a smile. Slipping off the bed and running into the kitchen. “Hot pockets, hot pockets.” I sang sticking one in the microwave.
“Since when does how-many-calories-does-that-omelet-have-girl eat hot pockets?” Justin asked walking in.
“Urm, today!” I said with a grin. Justin took the red bull can from my hand and threw it away. I pouted.
“Why are you drinking red bull?”
“Because we don’t have water.” I said skipping to the microwave at the beep. I picked up the hot pocket.
