No Personal Questions

Chapter 7: Calypso

It was almost 12 noon when we just laid down on Justin's blanket that we used as an alternative for a picnic mat.

"This is so relaxing, it makes me not want to leave." I breathed out, closing my eyes and enjoying the breeze and the smell of the lake.

He laughed a little, "Then let's just stay here? I wouldn't mind staying as long as I'm still with you." making me roll my eyes.

Our conversation kept going, from one topic to another. When we heard screeches of cars, we automatically stared towards that direction. After years and years of seeing it, I knew it was the paparazzi even if they were still a little further away. Justin quickly took a hold of my hand and dashed towards my cabin which was a lot closer to us. But it was too late because I knew that they have already seen us, they've probably even already had a picture of us.

I panted and swore, "Shit. It's already begun."

"Caly baby, look at me." J lifted my chin so that my eyes would fall on his. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"What do you mean, J?" was he having second thoughts now that they've already found us and took pictures?

He smiled a little, "I just don't know if you're sure about going through with giving us both a chance."

"Why are you asking me again? I did tell you that I was willing to, right?" there was a little hint of anger in my voice. "Are you now scared, J? Now that they're already here?"

"Trust me, baby. I'm not scared of them." he replied, "I'm asking you again because once those articles and headlines will be published, there will be no more turning back. I want you to be sure that you'll be okay with his, they're going to be so much worse than before."

I scoffed, "You might've forgotten that I've lived this all through my life?"

He lightly kissed me, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that you really are giving us a chance, despite the consequences."

I couldn't even believe it myself that i actually agreed to it when I knew that me and him was just trouble. More than half of the world is in love with their music, their group. Me on the other hand is just someone that the media enjoys to pester around.

Taking my hand and grasping it tightly, "We're doing this okay? We're going to march up to them, face them and answer their questions."

What? "Wait, what? F-face them?"

Justin shrugged, "Isn't it better to just go straight and answer their questions rather than have them make up stories?" he did have a point but was he not aware that whether we be front and honest with them, most of them will probably still add up something just to make the news more intruging and worthwhile.

"J, I don't know about that. Why don't we just leave them alone? Let me just pack up and then when we go out, we'll just tell them that we coincidentally met up and became friends."

He scoffed a little, letting my hand go. "Friends? Is this what you usually do? Run away when the paparazzi arrive? Why am I even asking? It's truly no wonder they blow your headlines out of proportion."

"It doesn't matter if I answer them or not, they're still going to do whatever it takes to make their articles interesting." my anger was starting to show.

He just sighed, "Yeah, I know they will."

"Then why, J?"

"Because I'm not answering for their entertainment or for their story. I'm doing it for my fans, they won't fall for whatever story they're going to make up. They trust me and I trust them to believe me."