Tamara's Point Of View

How Do I Get There?

Chapter 12

As I pulled the dirt bike into the parking lot of the hotel I covered my ears knowing that the next sound I was going to hear was…. "Tamara!" Lisa screeched. She jumped off of the bike like her life depended on it. "Lisa what's wrong? I didn't kill you did I?" When she took off her helmet I could see the rage in Lisa's eyes. "You right you didn't KILL me. But you almost did…3 times, 3 TIMES!" I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Lisa don't exaggerate." "Exaggerate?!?! Tam you almost hit a dog! I think you ran over its tail!" I walked past her, still holding my helmet. "That dog came out of nowhere. If he didn't want his tail to get bushwhacked he should have gotten out of the way." Lisa stood there dumbfounded. "What?" She noticed that I was a good 15 feet in front of her. She ran to catch me.

"Fine. But Let's not forget your little Evil Kenevil stunt you pulled."

"What stunt?"

She shuddered at the memory. "You know when you jumped off the curb when there was a perfectly good ramp right next to it." "Ohhh that one. Lisa that wasn't very bad."

"Very bad? Very bad?!?!?! We were 4 feet in the air! And if that wasn't bad enough I couldn't count how many people showed us their little unfriendly hand gestures. But let me tell you this, It was a lot!" I stopped and faced her. "Lisa that was nothing."

"It wasn't?"

I shook my head. "Wait till we get home and have to face my brother." I walked through the hotel doors leaving a horrified Lisa standing there. "TAMARA!!!!!!!"

Justin's Point Of View

"TAMARA!!!!!!" I could have sworn I heard her name faintly being called. "Nah." I tried to shake the though out of my mind and continued packing. 'Man why can't I get her out of my head.' Ever since I had found out that we were leaving early I couldn't help it. I knew it was bad when I gave the cleaning lady a hug from behind cause I thought it was Tamara. Not until she turned around did I see that the lady looked nothing like her. Even her hair or her height. I felt so bad that I had given her a $50.00 tip. Still in my boxers I had to make sure there as no one in the common room when I went to get some milk. Especially that poor cleaning lady. Then she would have thought I was coming on to her. If she hadn't thought that already. "Who know maybe she thinks I'm sexy." I had to laugh at the though of a woman in her late 50's finding me sexy. And somehow that lead to me breaking into a song. "I'm to sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts!"

Tamara's Point Of View

By the time we had stepped into the elevator I had gotten Lisa to forgive me. "So Tamara what are you going to say? Hey Justin I am here to confess my undying love for you." As a few people stepped into the elevator I kept my voice down. "No I am going to say-." An older man turned around to face us. "Y'all talking about Justin Timberlake? You two won't get a centimeter past security." Lisa held up her hand. "Excuse me but this is Justin's girlfriend." The man snorted. "Yeah right kid and I'm the pope." When we got to the guy's floor we stepped out and got to security. "Hey Manny." Manny their bodyguard moved to the side. "Hello girls. Y'all want me to tell the guys you're here?" "No Manny we want to surprise them." Lisa turned to the still open elevator and stuck out her tongue at the shock-ridden man. "Hey what are you doing here?" Lance was walking with two of his suitcases. Lisa grabbed one of tem. "Here Lance let me help you. And can Tammy borrow your key so she can surprise Justin?" Lance handed me the key no questions asked. "Just don't walk in on him if he's in the shower." I rolled my eyes. "I'll try not to." As they waited for the next elevator I turned the corner and walked down the hallway to their suite. As I stepped closer I though I heard Justin singing. "Nah" I quickly unlocked the door and walked into one of the funniest scenes I had ever seen. There in his underwear was Justin Singing 'I'm to sexy' and doing a dance that belonged in a bad 80's musical." It was obvious he didn't see me but when He sang "On the catwalk." I had to do it. "I slammed the door and joined in. "On the catwalk yeah! I shake my little toosh on the catwalk. Oh yeah work it Justin!" He looked like a statue. "Tamara, What are you doing here." "I thought we were singing. But obviously not. But really I needed- hey nice Calvin's."

Justin's Point Of View

I looked down at my boxers and ran into the next room. "Tamara. Again I ask what are you doing here?" I pulled on the closest pair of pants I had. "Okay you can come in." She walked in with her hands over her eyes. "Don't worry I am wearing pants now." She slowly uncovered her eyes then burst out into a fit of giggles. "Justin is that the new style? Well you celebrities should know." I looked in the mirror. A small smile creeping up on my face as I saw that my pants were on backwards. "You know it! I am A trendsetter. I am a big star. I am Tiger Woods."

"Uh huh. Well Mr.Woods I will wait in the main room. And I don't want to hear you break out into your rendition of 'I touch myself' Deal? "

"Yes Mommy."

I quickly fixed my pants and debated whether to sing just to get on Tamara's nerves. Deciding against it I walked back out of the room to see her serious expression. "Justin we need to talk."