The nine came out of the limo and were greeted by screaming, fainting and crying fans, both male and female, as well as about thirty security guards. They entered the building in groups of twos and threes and were stopped numerous times along the way for autographs.
In the building, they sat on couches and were interviewed by Caryn Lavier, a smiling woman who was so sculpted and perfect she looked as if she were of stone. Close up, one would see that the puffiness in her lips made her smile seem painful. It was more of a grimace. Her pretty eyes, up close were so strained and pulled back, they looked painted on. Her nose was so upturned, sharp and hard looking it was as if, if she sneezed, she might blow a whole in the ozone layer.
Ms. Lavier had a sugary voice that was so painstakingly sweet that it sounded fake. The interview basically explained the new tour and schedules. It was long and dragged out, and after a few hours of autographs, they all wandered freely in the building, on a two-hour break, taking off in their own directions, after an hour or so, most of them had met up and wandered into a den type area, where they sat around talking, both to each other, and into their cell phones.
Mary, AJ, and Jenna were still wandering about, and after a little, Mary and AJ had another encounter.
"Hey loser!"
"Screw off, AJ."
"Why?"
"Cause I hate you.. you should know that!"
"Oh ditzo, go back to your stupid himbo boyfriend!"
"What.. you jealous?" She asked with an icy smile
"Where did you get that from? Besides, what would I have to be jealous 'of'?" he spat at her.
"Of someone actually loving me, intelligence, charm and wit. Basically, everything you lack." she told him in a flat and expressionless voice.
His mouth dropped open in surprise and he muttered lamely, "At least I don't lack a waist."
The blood drained from her face, "Interesting!" she said dryly, "That you singled 'me' out for a firsthand experience of the mean, jackassed, dickheaded you, while everyone else gets the side of you that is at 'least' cold and non-verbal.. if not remotely 'nice'. I 'know' you can be a nice person.. so why.. "
She was cut off by a kiss.
She backed off immediately, despite his firm hold, "What the hell was that!" she cried, "What were you doing?!"
"I don't know.." he replied, "I.." he reached for her again, and once more, their lips joined..
'This' time, it was two sided and full of passion.
Afterwards, she just got up and left without uttering a sound.
Running out of the building and onto the street, she spotted a tall blond talking to someone... Derek. She ran quickly over to him, and just as he was leaning down towards the person to whom he was speaking, Mary came to a halt. He and the girl, who she recognized as Parker, a French model, shared an incredibly passionate kiss, and then they turned the other way. Derek said his good-byes, and turned back towards the building. Then he saw her, Mary.
"Hey lowlife."
"Hey? Um.. What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, you asshole," she shot at him, "Just that the rumors were true.. weren't they?! I never thought! God damn you!"
"Hey.. c'mon.. don't be like that!"
"Mary!" he cried, "Would you calm down so we can talk about this in a thoughtful, reasonable and mature way.. alright?"
"Yeah!" she shouted, "I sure as heck, can! Cause you know what?! I reasonably think that you are a damn fool, and I thoughtfully feel that you can take Parker and just 'shove' her, and I maturely choose never to see you again!" and with that, she stormed off.
No one else on that busy New York street noticed the pretty brunette running back to the building, crying, except for one person. She ran into his arms.
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