VOGUE MSGS - JB/SG

[57]; rush

justin's phone

< messages selena contact

justin: selena it's been almost a week and i'm getting nothing from you

error invalid number

justin: selena??? wtf??

error invalid number

< messages fredo contact

justin: fredo, i think selena changed her number

fedo: she did

justin: you know?? do you have her new number?

fredo: i'm sorry justin but i can't give it to you

justin: wtf fredo?

fredo: you have to fix this on your own

justin: fuck you
delivered 1:01pm

< messages theresa contact

justin: theresa, hey it's justin

theresa: bye

justin: theresa please help me, i need selena's new number

theresa: no fuck you, don't text me again or i'm blocking your number

justin: theresa please, i need to contact selena

theresa: you can't

justin: please, i fucking need it

error cannot send message

***

"Fuck!" I scream, tugging at my hair. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Fuck it. I go over to my dresser and dig around for the black box I set inside. Picking it up after throwing around the clothes I walk over to my bed holding it with me.

I open up the box and take out the wad of cash I stored inside. All of this money is from all of the modeling gigs I had did, making me busy. This money was supposed to be used for my trip to New York when Selena and I hit our 6 month anniversary.

I worked for this money and was going to continue adding more — just for savings — even though I have enough money than needed.

I guess this trip is going to be sooner than I thought, and not the way I planned it to be like.

I pick my phone up and search through safari to find the soonest and available flight to New York. I book it and look at the time. About 2 hours to get to the airport.

I look under my bed and to my luck a suitcase is already there. I rush to throw in a bunch of clothes and other necessities I think are necessary to bring along. I pick up the wad of cash and stick the money into the front small pocket of the suitcase. I zip up the whole thing and set it on the ground.

I change — in the fastest amount of time I can — my clothes into something more appropriate. I pull up the handle of the suitcase and begin pulling it as I leave my bedroom. I go into the kitchen and scurry to grab my wallet, phone charger, and keys.

I head out of the door — after making sure the doors and windows in the house are locked — and jog over to my car. I stuff inside my suitcase into the backseats. I get settled in the driver's seat and start up my car.

I speed over to LAX Airport, trying to get there as fast as I can in time for the flight. All I can think about is getting to Selena.

After speeding over here. I get inside and begin to do everything I need tog et done in such a short amount of time. Once I've gone through a long but short process I find a spot to sit at. I take a seat, realizing I can't leave my car out in the parking lot like that. I take my phone out and call Fredo.

I put my phone up to my ear and listen as it rings. "Justin?" Fredo's voice is heard after a few rings.

"Fredo! You have a spare key to my car right? Can you take it and drive it over to my house? It's parked here at LAX and I need you to get it. I can't leave it here," I say in a rush.

"LAX? Where are you going?" Fredo asks.

"This is the final boarding call for passengers on flight 934A to New York City. Please proceed to gate 4 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for passengers on flight 934A. Thank you." The announcement goes off and I stand up in a rush to get on the flight.

"Fuck Fredo. Justin do it please, I'm going to be fucking late," I shout unintentionally.

"New Yo-"

"Fredo just do it! I have to go! Thanks bye," I say, hanging up and sticking my phone into my pocket.

I rush over to gate 4, hoping I'm not too late. If I am I'd fucking hate myself even more than I do now. I jog over to the lady who looks at me crazily. I throw her my ticket and rush inside. "Sir, you don't have to hurry, you'll make it in time!" she shouts out at me but I ignore her because I feel like doing this might make things run faster so I can get to Selena.

I jog down the hall and into the plane. A bunch of people are all inside either sitting or fixing there things above. I find my seat and get settled. I literally have nothing on me but my phone and wallet.

I let out a big breath, sinking into my seat. I'm seated on the edge with no one sitting in the middle. Sitting by the window is some guy probably a few ages older than me.

I close my eyes, laying even more back if possible. I start to imagine my arrival and all the things I should say and do. This is going to be a long trip.

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