The Tour

Chapter 3

Justin stuffed his hands in his pockets as he headed down the hall, whistling to himself. He lifted his head and focused in on two familiar people heading his way. “Shit.” he mumbled. 

“Hey, Justin.” Britney greeted with a massive smile.

“Hey, Brit.” he met eye contact with the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Hey, curly.” she greeted in a sweet, innocent and sexy voice. He leaned in and kissed her compassionately on the cheek.

“Hey, sexy. Um…I was just heading to the restaurant downstairs. Wanna join me?” he spoke sweetly.

“I DO!” Britney answered. He rolled his eyes and gazed to the side to stare at her.

“I wasn’t TALKING to you. Any way…” he locked eyes with Mandah. “Consider it?” he asked.

“Um…” she glanced at Britney, then back at him. “If Brit can’t go then…I refuse to go with you. I can’t leave my best friend behind.” Britney smiled proudly.

“Yeah. She can’t leave her best friend behind.” she teased. He sighed and held his head down.

“Well um…Brit…if you make ONE attempt to EVEN FLIRT with me…I will call Lonnie them on you.” she laughed.

“Cool. So can I go?” she asked excitedly. He rolled his eyes and proceeded down the hall.

“Yeah.” he answered inaudibly.

“Great. Let’s go.” she grasped Mandah’s hand and pulled her along.

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“Are you gonna eat that?” Justin asked Mandah.

“Um…” she glimpsed at her hash browns then back at him. “Actually…no. I’m full.” his eyes lit up.

“Really? Damn you eat a little. I’ll take it.” Britney gazed at him dreamily as he grubbed on the food. She slid her plate in his reach and watched him transfer the has brown on his plate. “I love to eat.” he bragged with a chuckle.

“I bet you do. I heard you love to have sex also.” he slightly choked on his orange juice. Britney covered her mouth as she laughed. “Is it true?”

“Uh…” he grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth area with it. “Don’t believe what the TABLOIDS say.” he slowly gazed at Britney, meeting eye contact with her with an evil look in his eyes. “Or even those so-called…BESTfriends out there.” her smile quickly faded. She cleared her throat and looked away.

“So…” Mandah reached out and fiddled through his curls. “What is a sexy guy like you doing now-a-days?”

“Um…well…the usual. What do you think pop stars do?” he asked teasingly while moving in closer to her.

“Uh…I dunno. Get laid.” he chuckled and bit the bottom of his lips as he brushed her chin delicately.

“You’re almost close, but I was thinking…maybe…going clubbing…dancing with fine chicks as yourself. Then afterwards…take ONE of ‘em to my crib, and…get laid. One of my specialties.” she smirked teasingly. “You like that, don’t you?” he spoke seductively.

“Oh yeah. Um…I was thinking…when are you available? Wait…I forgot we share a suite.” Britney rolled her eyes as she watched the two flirt.

“Will you guys knock it off? Quit already. You’re gonna make me sick.” he chuckled and pulled away.

“Sorry.” Mandah apologized.