"Sure," J.C. said, watching her disappear into a back room. "Nice place you have here."
"Thanks," her voice said from what appeared to be her bedroom. "The rent's okay, a bit high, but I love this place."
Ali lived in a penthouse overlooking Times Square, J.C. could see the MTV Studios from where he was looking through the window. "How long have you lived here?"
"Since I graduated from high school. I used to have a roommate, Kylie, but she moved out after she graduated from NYU. Now I'm here all alone."
You could always have ME for a roommate if you want, J.C. thought as Ali walked out of her room wearing a blue sparkly tube top and a black skirt. He couldn't help but stare as she walked in the room.
"Hey, J.C., you still there? Come on, let's go, we're gonna be late."
"Uhh, yeah, umm, let's go. You look great."
"Thanks," Ali said with a smile that would melt a chocolate bar.
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When Ali and J.C. walked into the club, all eyes were on them. "J.C., is it just me, or is everyone staring at us?"
"Ali, trust me, they're staring at you."
At that, Ali looked over at J.C. and said, "I think the girls are staring at you. Little do they know, they're staring at a future star."
"I hope so. But the guys are staring at you."
"I don't care. I'm here with you, not them."
J.C. couldn't believe his luck. This gorgeous girl, this beautiful woman, she actually WANTS to be here with ME? Wow. Hmmm, I wonder..."
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Twenty minutes later, J.C. and Ali were dancing like crazy. Ali was having a great time, but she was still smarting from P.J., her ex-boyfriend. She had broken up with him because he had cheated on her, with one of her old friends. P.J. had meant everything to her, she was actually thinking about marriage, the two had been together since they were fourteen. P.J. had even traveled to New York every weekend from Pennsylvania, where they had grown up. P.J. had been so close to her, it was like she knew what he was thinking sometimes. And the scariest thing about J.C. was that he looked SO MUCH like P.J. The two could have been twins, they were so alike. And J.C. even acted like P.J. did. The two had the same sweet, dispositions that made Ali fall in love. And she was beginning to fall in love with J.C., which scared Ali. Quite a bit. She didn't want to get so close to someone, espically someone so much like P.J., so soon. But she couldn't help what she felt whenever she looked into his blue eyes.
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What the hell is she doing here? And with that stupid Mouseketeer, no less, P.J. thought as he walked into the Roxy, with his friends. Ali had dumped him for no reason, he hadn't been cheating on her, he was just fooling around with Maxine. It was totally harmless, nothing for Ali to be worried about. I swear, I am going to kill him if he gets any closer to my girl, P.J. mused silently as he watched Ali dance with J.C. from across the room.
Then J.C. decided to put his arms around Ali's waist and pull her toward him. P.J. was so enraged with this, he didn't notice Ali putting her arms around him. He shoved his way across the room, and grabbed J.C. by the throat and pulled him off of her.
"What do you think you're doing with my girl?"
"You're girl?" J.C. choked out.
"Yeah, my girl," P.J. snarled.
"P.J., what the hell are you talking about? I broke up with you!"
P.J. ignored Ali, looked at J.C., and punched him square in the eye. Soon, an all-out fight had erupted between the two men, which had to be cleared up by bouncers. Ali took J.C. back to her house to clean him up.
"J.C., I am so sorry about him, I didn't think he would be there."
"That's okay, I, owwww," J.C. moaned as he opened his cut mouth too far, making his lip bleed.
"Oh, J.C., don't. What possessed you to hit him back?"
"I don't know... I guess I was just... I got so mad at him... I just wanted to... Ali, I have to tell you something."
"What?"
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