*Chapter Six*
I was shocked, to say the least. As soon as the bodyguard announced me, Joe came out of a room wearing a ripped t-shirt with a little heart on the front, and blue pajama pants with yellow rubber duckies. His hair was a mess. This is not going to end well....
"Sorry to interrupt," I said, while Joe just stood there with his hands on his hips and tapping his foot impatiently, "but the premiere starts in an hour and the limo is on its way. Shouldn't you get dressed?" I asked while gesturing to his crumpled clothing and messed up hair.
"There's time, babe. Go get me a sandwich and get yourself something to eat. You look like you could use it." With that, the famous Joe Jonas walked back into his room and out of sight. If he thought I was gonna make him a sandwich, he was sorely mistaken. I don't work for him, the little twit. Though he's older than me, might I add.
I slumped to the very big, very shiny fridge standing to the left of the room, in the tiny kitchen. How they got the fridge in here, is beyond me. I grabbed a soda which I found in the door of the fridge and gulped down everything. Tonight was definitely gonna end with him being punched in the face.
Sitting around the room, checking out some of the paintings on the wall is not my idea of fun. Really.
One of the room doors banged open, and out came His Majesty. As if.
"Ready to go, princess?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, mother." He said.
We all went to the elevator to go downstairs, and he said something very unexpected to me.
"Just, please don't try anything. This is not a date and probably never will be. I'm only doing this because my date ditched me and I owe your agent a favor."
With that, I actually did punch him. In the arm. His face went completely red as he glared at me, but I felt really happy about it for some reason.
"Miss Stewart, no violence is tolerated. I will have you escorted outside if you continue this behaviour. Is that clear?" said the bodyguard dude.
I just nodded and couldn't help but laughed.
"I wouldn't want to try anything if you were the last person on earth." I told Joe, then walked out of the elevator.
We walked past the lobby and the manager waved at us, starstruck.
Joe's limo were huge and it had everything. Even a freaking DJ booth.
The drive to the premiere didn't take so long, because Joe's apartment isn't very far from the theater.
We were the third car to stop in front of the red carpet, and the first two cars created quite a scene. The girls who got out had each about 4 bodyguards with her, and they looked very much alike. Cameras flashed like crazy and the girls just waved and walked into the double-doors of the theater without noticing their fans. How rude.
We were next.
Joe got out first and helped me out next. "I'm just gonna hold your hand for the paparazzi, so don't think it's because I like you, cuz I don't." Wow. How honest.
We managed to avoid people who wanted to interview us, and went inside the theater.
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That was probably one of the most annoying, boring and did I mention annoying, movie I have ever seen. We couldn't get out of there fast enough.
Joe's driver took me home and when we got there, Joe actually apologised for his behaviour earlier and gave me a hug!
Me feet hurt so much so the first thing I did was take off my heels and sit on my living room couch. Not long after that, I fell asleep.
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