Catherine walked in and looked at me then looked at a half naked Justin. He buttons his pants then grabs his shirt. "Uh..." "I'm leaving Catherine" "what?" She says coming to me. "In thirty minutes" I say getting my stuff. "Baylee?" Justin says calmly. "Just stay..." He whispers. I shake my head getting everything ready. I can't stay here. I can't go on tour with him no longer. It's too hard. I mean we've had sex twice and I'm like head over hills for him. He's suppose to be my friend, just someone I work for! But no I have to have feelings for him. Like why? Why me? "Justin why was you half dressed when I walked in?" Catherine ask and I wipe my eyes grabbing my phone. I slide my shoes on and walk past the two of them to the door. I walk down the hallway and to the elevator. I touch the 'floor' button and wait for the door close. Once the door closes I groan waiting. I walk out the doors and to my cab that was already waiting. As I open the door I look back and see Justin running to me. He grabs my arm and leans forward panting a bit. "Why are you leaving?" "Because Justin. I care for you... Too much. I can't let my feelings get in the way. You have to just... Find another dresser" I say and he frowns shaking his head. "I don't understand" "I like you Justin, as in like like, like Feelings for you, you know" "no, I know but.. Why would you leave then" "you're stupid" I smile saying. He shrugs looking around. "Most of the time when I like someone I like being around them?" "I know but it's different" I say and he shakes his head. "Whatever, just let me ride with you?" "Okay" I say sliding in the cab and so does he. "Explain to me what's-" "I can't just run around here liking you while you have a million more girls falling all over you every signal day. You have your crazy ex that keeps popping up. Which you are in love with. Then you have me, watching you and wanting to be them girls. Just so you'll care for me and maybe be with me. But we can't always have what we want I know that. I also know I don't want to be here to help you through relationships. Yes you're my best friend but it hurts me when I see you hurting. And I can't fucking stand when you run back to Selena. Why do you even? Justin you're miserable with her and you know you are. You try making her happy but you can't..." I say as his head hangs low in embarrassment. I scoot over to him grabbing his hand. I lace our fingers together rubbing his hand lightly. I wish I could always hold his hand. Just when and wherever I want, but I can't. Just holding his hand gave me butterflies. His hands are perfect. I was about to cry. I just kept looking at our hand together. I didn't wanna cry. I was trying not to in front of him. "You okay?" He whispers and I nod my head sniffling lightly. I look up at him and grab his face with my hand. He looks at me and gives me a lightly smile. Jesus I love that smile. I lightly smile raising up and kissing his lips. I pull back letting go of his hand and scooting away. I didn't mean to do that! Damn it. The whole car was silent as we pulled up to the jet. Justin gets out grabbing my bags. He helps carry them putting them in the jet. He looks at me and groans. "You're gonna be by yourself" "I'll be fine" "but what if-" "nothing going to happen" I laugh and he pulls out his phone texting someone. Once they reply he nods. "I'm coming with you" "but Justin you don't even have-" "I do at your house" he says walking off. He pays the taxi man then walks over to me. "Let's go" "yeah but-" "hush" he says gently pushing me up the stairs.
