“ And he almost kissed you?!  Get out Brit!!  Ahh!!  Oh my GAWD..” shrieked Clarissa with excitement.

 

“What?  Really?  Then what happened?  No fair!  How can you be so lucky?” gushed Grace.  I could not keep my exciting piece of gossip to myself for long, and so I burst with joy as I told my close friends.

 

“That’s it, thanks very much for coming,” said the reporter as the lads smiled at her.  It was finally the last interview for the day.  The guys said their farewells and left the building.  It was 8.30pm, they were running a little late, and the guys were starving, having not eaten since lunch.

 

“ I wanna eat a steak man!  A juicy one with pepper sauce and..” growled Christian.

 

“You just want a steak? I wanna eat the whole cow Chris!  I’m ravenous!” chuckled Paul trying to suppress his tummy rumbles.

 

Mark laughed at the pair.  Heh, you guys are hopeless!  Just wait a little while longer and you’ll be digging into your dinner like hyenas!”

 

“Ah-woooooo!!”  howled Paul as the three doubled over with laughter.

 

“Hey what time is it?” asked Ben.

 

“Bout 8.38…why you ask Ben?  Baywatch coming up on TV eh?” laughed Mark.

 

“Hey driver, could you drop us off at Chinablack please?  Hurry,” said Ben as he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Britannia: Hey Brit Babe! Wassup?  Good luck for your dance!  Later!  Ben xxx

 

Mark peered over Ben’s shoulder and his eyes widened with astonishment.

 

“Br-Britannia??  W-what are you doing with her number?” stuttered Mark.

 

“She gave it to me,” said Ben simply as he smiled at the message he received:  Aww you remembered! *hugz * cheerio!

 

Mark turned to Christian,” She doesn’t like me anymore!” he hissed, “How can that be?  Last night she wasn’t like that at all.”

 

“Well, shouldn’t you be happy Mark?  Aren’t your problems solved?” said Christian, confused.

 

Mark sank in his seat.  No, his problems have only just begun.  He spent the day making up his mind about Britannia, and he decided that he liked her too.  But now Ben..argh why are things so complicated, grunted Mark, folding his arms.

 

Understanding his friend’s dilemma, Christian patted Mark on the shoulder.

 

“Just chill man, it may not be what you think,” advised Christian.

 

It was 8.59pm.  I was all dressed waiting to go onstage to perform “crazy in love” by Beyonce Knowles.  I was wearing a low-cut white halter top and denim hotpants.  I saw the lights dim and the music began to play.  I walked confidently on stage and was greeted with loud applause.  I grabbed the mic off its hook and began singing and dancing with my male dancers and gyrating round my mic stand.

 

I heard a scream from the crowd, and I stretched my neck to see what was going on, but I couldn’t see it from where I was.  I concentrated on my performance once again.

 

“Whoa it’s really crowded tonight isn’t it?” said Paul over the loud music.

 

“There she is!” shouted Ben, pointing to the girl on stage, now shimmying against her male partner.

 

Mark’s heart skipped a beat.  She’s stunning, was all he could think about as he felt a rush of blood to his head.

 

“Now I can understand why you like her Mark.  Check out her bod! It’s hot man!” shouted Christian, unaware that he had publicly announced Mark’s secret.

 

“Chris!” scolded Mark as he grabbed Christian’s collar.

 

“Mark you like her?  Wow there you go then!  She really likes you too mate, she told me this morning,” said Paul.

 

Ben felt uneasy.  He could not believe his ears. 

 

Mark liked Brit?

 

Brit liked…Mark??

 

What the hell…

 

“Go for it man, she’s a good one,” said Christian, now being able to speak properly as Mark had released his grip.

 

Ben took a few steps back.  He frowned and thought to himself, hrumph, you’re gonna hafta deal with me, Mark.  She’s not yours without a fight.  Brit’s mine.

 

 

“Crazy in love…” I sang the last few words of the song as the crowd broke into a thunderous round of clapping.  I beamed at my audience, proud and satisfied with my performance.  I waited for the noise to die down before I announced into the mic.

 

“Thank you!  Hey everyone!  As you know, over the last few months Chinablack has undergone some renovations.  We’re sorry for the inconvenience caused, but now after what I’m going to tell you, it’s all gonna be so worth it.  Tonight’s the night!  Over to the left corner we have what we call….The Wet Room!!”

 

On cue, Jake unveiled the room and the crowd whispered with excitement as they saw the glass room, with water sprinkling all over from the ceiling.

 

“The Wet Room is a room made out of glass all over, with water sprinklers on the ceiling.  Get in there to dance and get all hot and wet!  A room is connected to The Wet Room for you guys to cool down and dry off.  Towels are also provided.  We hope that you will enjoy and make use of this wonderful facility that we have constructed especially for you!  Those that wish to remain dry can still dance here as the music played outside and in The Wet Room are similar.  Let the party begin!” I cried as the crowd cheered, a huge majority rushing to The Wet Room to dance away.

 

As I walked off the platform, I was amazed to see the 4 gorgeous lads walking towards me!  I was so happy that I bounded towards them for a group hug.  Praises of my performance showered me and I overflowed with delight. 

 

“Hey let’s go to The Wet Room, I wanna see what it’s like in there!” suggested Paul as the group of us followed behind him.

 

Just as I was about to enter The Wet Room, Ben pulled my arm. 

 

“Hey, let’s dance out here for a while.”

 

I smiled at his sweet puppy face as he brought me to the dancefloor.

 

“You know, I’m really not dressed properly for this kinda dance,” I laughed as the ballad “I Do” by 98 degrees came on.

 

“It doesn’t matter to me.  You look beautiful all the same,” said Ben as he pulled me towards him, and putting my arms around his neck, we began to dance.  So slowly.  So sensually.  Our bodies were so close that our chests were touching.  It was pure heaven.  I closed my eyes enjoying our moment, breathing in his scent.  Mmm…so masculine..when I heard Ben sing softly.

 

“I’ve waited so long to say this to you, and If you’re asking do I love you this much, baby I do..”

 

Pleasantly surprised to hear Ben singing to me, I pulled back slightly and Ben rested his forehead against mine.  Stealing glances at each other, we smiled nervously.  After what seemed like eternity, Ben spoke.

 

Brit..baby.. I can’t stop thinking about you ever since this morning.  I really like you Brit, and I would love to give you and me a chance.  Will you be my girlfriend?”

 

My head was spinning with happiness.  Ben Adams-THE Ben Adams from a1- just asked me to be his girlfriend.  Yes.  ME.

 

“I never imagined I’d hear you say that,” I smiled, genuinely happy for the first time in ages. 

 

Ben looked so happy.  He hesitated at first, then grinning at me, he leaned in again like this morning, but this time the moment came as his smooth soft lips met mine.  One long sweet kiss and I was under his spell.  He moved his mouth on mine and I responded.  After a while he pulled away and smiled at me.  WOW.  That feeling was so indescribable.  I felt so..so whoa-ed.  Haha..

 

I smiled shyly, “Wow..that was my first kiss..” then cringed at that pathetic revelation.

 

Instead of laughing at me, which I thought he would have, Ben pulled me into a warm embrace and kissed my forehead while stroking my hair.

 

“I’m glad to be your first then,” he whispered, making me laugh at his comment. 

 

I loved the feeling of being in Ben’s arms.  I felt so safe, secure, protected.  His warmth filled every part of my body.  I loved it so much.  I loved him.  I wished I could stay in this heaven forever..

 

Mark watched from the other side of the glass as his best friend kissed the girl he wanted.  Jealousy swelled up in him, and he turned away with disgust, not being able to bear the painful picture of the couple.

 

“C’mon Brits, let’s go inside and join the rest,” said Ben as he held my hand and gestured to The Wet Room.

 

OH NO.  I’m not going in there.  I can’t face Mark.  What will I do?  What will I feel?  I didn’t know what would happen in there, but I knew that my emotions would be out of control.