Britney’s tour. I agreed… for a large amount of money… to direct as well as choreograph. Stage is set up, lights in place. I’m now waiting for the whore to get here for the damn sound check.
Justin broke up with her last night. I heard lots of naughty little words from the pop princess. Fucking turn-on.
I’m. Bored.
Went to a local gas station and stole a mag. Didn’t really look at which mag I took until now. Playgirl. I’ve read the thing cover to cover at least four times. Britney still isn’t here. I phoned her but nothing. No one picked up. No one called back. I’m starting to get pissed off.
I call her again just as I hear her voice coming down the corridor. I stare at her then walk towards her. Screw starting… I am pissed. I march up to her and grab a chunk of her hair in my hands, “Where in the hell have you been?”
Her eyes are bloodshot and her nose is light pink shade. “I… Justin left me.” Her bottom lip quivers.
I wish I could punch her. But I think people would see the bruises. I pull her into a hug and let her cry into my chest instead. I kiss her crown, “Justin’s an asshole. I told you that several times.”
“But I love him.”
I make a face of disgust. “But it’s Justin. There’s nothing to love.”
“JC loves him.” Britney sniffs and walks towards the stage, pulling me. Her hand is curled around my wrist. I pretend to ignore what she said. Why am I feeling jealous? “Shall we start now?”
A tear escapes from her eye. I remember that dream. I lick it off her face followed by a kiss. She sniffs again. “Why did we break up Wade?”
“Because you called me Justin.” I jump on the stage and throw a mic at her. Damn, I missed her head.
She sits on the stage. Mumbles, “You called me Gennie.”
“What?” I scream in her ear, making her jump. “I can’t fucking hear you if you don’t talk up!” I sit next to her on the stage. “Fuck the sound check. I just ain’t in the mood. We’ll do it tomorrow.”
She stares at me until I look over at her. “You remind me of JC a lot.”
I lift an eyebrow. I laugh off her comment and just lean in and brush her lips with mine, waiting for her to back away. She doesn’t move, only open her mouth enough to let me push my tongue in. She kisses me back, tickling the back of my neck with her nails. I swear if I was standing, I would have fallen over. Her touch on my spot… intoxicating.
I pull away from her, but she plays with my neck. I kiss the tip of her nose, “Make Justin love you again. Don’t stop until he’s yours,” I jump off the stage, checking her over my shoulder, “forever.”
I keep walking. Out the exit and into the parking lot. A few trucks and buses are lined up everywhere. I don’t stop walking and I just keep going. I don’t know where I’m going. JC is leaned up against one of the buses, playing with his cell phone.
I can’t help but smile as I walk up towards him. Throwing the phone on the ground and claiming his mouth as mine. He pushes me off and licks his lips, sucking on the bottom one a little longer. “You taste like Brit.”
He frowns and heads on the bus. “What about your phone?”
“Not mine. Justin’s.” He stops short of the last step and faces me, “Are you coming or just going to stand out there waiting to get fucked by Joey?”
Why must he make me smile?