The Girlfriend Game

Chapter 7

While lying I my bed I think about college applications and my future. I really, really want to go on tour with him, but I just can't.

"Honey, are you done?" Dad asks from the other side of the door.

Oh, shoot, I haven't packed anything. How long has it been? Thirty minutes?

"No, Dad, I'm not done yet. Can you please have Justin come up here?" I respond.

"Sure."

Two minutes later I hear a knocking on my door. I tell the person to come in and through comes Justin, as I expected.

"Have you not pack anything?" he asks.

"Yeah, about that. I really want to come with you but..." I tail off. I see sadness in his eyes and it's breaking my heart.

"But you just can't," he says. "I understand. Anyway, I have to head home now, you know, packing other stuff like my guitar."

"You know I really wanted to go, right?"

"Sure, of course."

"I am so sorry," I say again.

I walk closer and hug him. My arms wrapped around his neck and his around my waist.

"Darling, are you all packed?" Mom asks. Suddenly, she's in my room watching me and Justin hug.

"I am not going on tour with him," I answer.

"And why not?"

"Because I just can't! I need to go to school and prepare for my college life."

"Darling," my mom sighs, "we can pay for college. So I want you to pack and go on tour with Justin. I don't want you to wail and cry and whine soon as he's gone. I know you."

"Mom.."

"And then you're going to regret not going on tour with him, which will be your fault because I've told you to pack.."

"Mom..." I say as I pull away from Justin. "Mom, are you done?"

"I don't want to hear you cry on your bed or in that corner saying 'Mommy I should've gone!' No! Get your ass in your closet right this instant and pack that shit," she finishes.

"Mom, you just embarrassed me in front of him!" I say.

"'Pack that shit.' I like that one," Justin adds in.

"Your dad told you that we will just send you to Justin's location using our private jet! All you need to do is pack your stuff and leave tomorrow!"

"Are you kicking me out?" I ask.

"No, honey, we just want you to go on tour with Justin so that he'll have company. You wouldn't want him to be sad, would you?" Mom says. I look at Justin and he pulls out a sad face and pout his lips.

"I'm sorry, still a no from me," I answer. Justin's face turns into a frown again.

"Please...please come with me!" he begs as he kneels on the ground. "I can show you the world; shining, shimmering splendid!"

"Are you seriously quoting Aladdin right now?"

"Are coming now?"

"No," I say. As much as I'd regret not going, I must resist.

"You'll regret it," he says. "And I know you haven't been to any of my concerts."

"How did you know that?" I ask.

"Scooter told me. So if I were you," he says as he gets closer to me and grabs my waist. Our nose touching each other and his lips softly brushing over mine. "I would come with me and experience the rush of adrenaline."