THREESOME PART 2

Dinner for Two.

You sat in your car, your eyes looking at every car that pulled in. It was killing you inside.
You wanted to see him again so badly.

It's been a couple of weeks since you've seen Justin. In the meantime you've mostly been working and spending some much needed time with Megan. Every time she mentions Justin, you feel guilty. You just can't help it.

You've kept him to a minimum while having a conversation with her. You hate feeling like you're lying to her. She'll find out eventually, but just not right now.

Justin, being the sweet guy he is called you last night to see if you were free tonight. He mentioned dinner, and you immediately wanted to pass out.
You weren't sure if he was aware or not, but you've been calling this a date ever since.
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Knowing justin would be here any second, your body began to tense. Your skin covering in chill bumps as you thought  about him.
What will he be wearing?
What will his hair look like today?
What cologne will he have on?

Anything and Everything you could think about was traveling around in your brain right now.
You'll never get to the point where meeting up is normal. He'll always make you nervous, and he'll always work you up. That's the way it should be.

You sighed, pulling the over head mirror down.
You touched up your makeup, brushing your hair with your fingers. You swallowed hard, picking a few balls of lent from your skirt. As you sat in the blasting AC, you saw a black SUV pulling in.

"Oh shit. Okay." You mumbled, closing the mirror. You thought you were ready but that was an understatement. You pulled the keys from the engine, tossing them in your hand bag.

You looked over to your right, seeing the SUV pulling into a space a few cars over.

"Pull it together *yn*." You whispered. Your heart beating out of your chest. It was like meeting him all over again.

You worked up the nerve to open your car door, stepping out. Into the LA air. You closed the door, pulling your dress down a bit. Wanting to look respectable, not slutty. You patted your red lips together before looking back towards the jet black vehicle.

You had no clue if you should walk over there or just stand here like an idiot. Luckily you saw Mikey step out of the front seat. He sent you a smile, comforting you slightly. You slowly walked towards the vehicle. Mentally screaming to yourself.

Mikey stood outside the car, his eyes traveling your body for a few seconds. "He's just finishing up a call." Mikey said as you approached him.

"Oh." You nodded, pushing your loosely curled hair behind your ear. "You look lovely." Mikey said a few seconds later, causing your cheeks to fill with color.

"Thank you Mikey. You're so sweet." You said, pushing around a pebble that laid on the asphalt.

Around that time, the back door opened, causing your heart to skip a beat. Seconds later you saw the beauty he is stepping out. Shit, he's fine as hell.
You're beginning to wish you had put more deodorant on, you're gonna be sweating like a mother trucker by the end of the night.

Justin's tall and muscular body was dressed in a black purpose tour shirt. Not surprisingly at all.
And Of course he was rocking his ripped jeans and his white vans, and a black cap over his head.
He closed the door, sliding his iPhone in his pocket. His eyes then met yours, sending chills down your body. You couldn't handle this right now.