| Chapter Seven |
| Crystal had never been so thankful when the stuardess announced that they would be landing momentarily. Neither of them had said a word to each other through the whole 6 hour flight. Justin had simply stared out his window the whole time and Crystal had drowned out the world with her cd walkman. What had she gotten herself into? This was going to be a great tour. She knew she and Justin were going to be fighting constantly and what made matters worse was that she had to be his personal assistant. That was going to be interesting. She would have to try not to let him get to her. One thing his stuck up ass didnt need was the satisfaction of having her emotions wrapped around his finger. No, she was going to have to be tough and smart. She was going to have to beat him at his own game. She smiled mischeiviously. But who said she couldnt have a little fun in the process? She pulled out her spiral notebook out of her bag. It was the notebook she wrote all of her songs in. She had been doing it for years. But she hadn't picked it up in a really long time. Not since everything had happened. When she was packing her things she had found it in a closet and thrown it in her bag. She figured she could look over her old stuff and try to write some new. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she could see Justin glance over at her. She knew he knew what she was doing, he had helped her write half the songs in that book. She was surprised he didn't try to claim them for himself. Selfish bastard. She flipped to a blank page and began to write. ********** Justin heaved a sigh of relief as the plane finally landed in Germany. It had been the longest six hours of his life, and all he could think about the whole time was her. Who was she to insult him the way she had? She didn't understand what she was doing to him by being here. She was going to ruin everything. She didn?t even know him anymore. He was a totally different person now and Crystal just didn?t want to see that. Nobody did. They wanted him to live in the past. The past that would only end up bringing him down in the end. God, he was going to slaughter Chris for pulling this on him, no not slaughter, he was going to demolish him. Totally demolish him. He didnt know how he was supposed to deal with Crystal everyday. But he would have to. She was arranging every meet and greet, every tv show, and every other boring NSYNC event the management wanted them to do. And on top of it all, she was his PA. How the hell was he supposed to put up with that? She was the one he would have to confide in for almost everything that was going on, and right now he wanted nothing to do with her. It was going to bring him down, and eventually it would start to bring the group down too. Just as he had always feared, it was finally coming true. And it wasn?t even his fault. *************** There was a shoeffuer waiting for the both of them when they arrived at baggage claim. He already had all of their bags ready and waiting on a luggage cart and he escorted the two outside to the waiting limo that would take them to the hotel where the rest of the guys were waiting for them. It wasnt alot of stuff. Just things they had packed from home. Their other stuff had already been sent to Germany a week ago. Justin gabbed on his cell phone for the entire trip, trying to sound so busy and so important. Crystal's stomach turned. Since when had he become Mr. Superstar? It was disgusting. This wasn't Justin. He was really was what Jessica had told her he was: JUSTIN from NSYNC. Finally after what seemed like ten years later, the limo pulled up at their hotel, The Hamburg Hilton. "You better not take the wrong bags. Make sure you have your own stuff." Justin said coldly as they began to unload their stuff out of the trunk of the car. "I think I can tell the difference between your shit and my shit ok?" Crystal snapped back. "I dont need an attitude from you." he glared at her, slinging one of his bags over his shoulder. "I wouldn't be giving you an attitude if you hadn't given me one in the first place." "Well if you never agreed to join this tour in the first place, I wouldn't be giving you an attitude." "God, you are such a whiny little baby!" Crystal exclaimed as she grabbed the last of her luggage out of the trunk. "Whatever!" Justin yelled raising his hands above his head. "I'm out of here." he glared at her once more before grabbing the last of his bags and retreating inside the hotel. Crystal simply shook her head as she began to carry her bags up to the hotel. She could have used a little help, but there was no doorman around. Which was strange, but then again it was like five thirty in the morning. "Hey! You need help?" a voice called out to her as she struggled up the staircase. She turned her head just in time to see Trace Ayala running up to her, with a coffee in one hand and a half eaten donut in another. Oh lord, she thought. It's Justin's twin. He tossed his pathetic breakfast in a nearbye garbage can, and made his way over to her. "Sure if you think you can handle it." Crystal snickered as she handed him the two heaviest bags. He took them with no problem, and they walked up the stairs together. "It's really good to see you again," Trace smiled kissing her on the cheek as they plopped the bags in front of the concierge. "What, you dont hate me too?" Crystal asked him, pretending to be shocked. "What? Why would I hate you Crys', You're one of my best friends." Trace shook his head, he was kind of dissappointed. He had been so excited when he had found out that Crystal was joining the tour. He hadnt see her since the incident happened. But he didnt understand why she would think he hated her. It just didnt make sense. "Well...Justin does so if you're gonna end up hating me anyway why dont you just start now?" Crystal replied coldly, as she took her hotel room key from the lady at the desk. "Since when does Justin hate you?" Trace asked her confused as they walked to the elevators. "Since I came back from the dead." Crystal chuckled softly. "Well if he does, its the first I heard." "You mean he didn't say anything to you?" Crystal asked him confused as the elevator doors opened up. "Well yea he did, but nothing like that." Trace replied as they rode up to the thirty ninth floor. "Well then what did he say to you?" "He said...he said that he thought God was giving him a second chance to be with you." Trace looked at his friend with the same dumbfounded look on his face that she had on hers. "What!" She yelled pressing her hands to either side of her head. The migraine started to set in. |