| He stared at the magazine in his hands. Damn, he must have read the same three words over and over again. What the hell was taking her so long in the bathroom. Glancing at his watch he tapped his feet impatiently, and checked his watch. JC would be calling any minute, wondering where he was, screaming into the phone, reprimanding him for being late again. Every single time she came to visit, he went from being punctual to being tardy. It was starting to piss him off. Standing up, he glared at the bathroom door. How long does it take a person to pee anyway. Christ, he could do it in one minute flat, but he was a guy. Maybe girls were different, all that sitting on the toilet crap. Frustration was building inside and he checked his watch once more. Finally, he moved over to the door of the hotel bathroom and pressed his ear up against it, listening for any hint of what exactly was going on in there. Silence. "Hey, it's getting late!" he called, containing his annoyance, only because he loved her and she didn't deserve to hear how pissed off he was getting. "You okay? JC's going to be knocking the door down in a minute." "I, um, need help," she responded, her voice so tiny, so soft, it made his heart melt. Perplexed, he touched the door handle. "Should I come in?" he asked. "No!" The voice came back shrill and panicked, making him jump back a few steps. "Okay, then what?" This was weird. "I need some tampons, can you go buy me some?" Her voice was embarassed, and shaky. After all, they hadn't been dating that long where she could ask him something like that without turning 10 shades of red. He stared at the door, completely taken back by the request. Didn't girls carry a supply of those things? Scratching his head, he wondered just what he was supposed to do now. Tampons? He didn't know a thing about them, except that the female species needed them about once a month. Biting his lip, he tried to figure out what to say. It came to him, finally. He would just go get one of the other girlfriends to go out and get some. That would be better, right? At least they would know what to buy. "I'm going to go get JC's girlfriend and she can..." "No!" the frightened shriek came calling from the other side. "Justin, please. I'm shy enough as it is. Can you please just go. There's a shop downstairs that sells them. Tampax, any ones. Please." He cursed under his breath, knowing he was now trapped. He really liked this girl, and she was shy, and he sure didn't want to screw things up this early in the game. She was kind, and innocent, and a gentle soul. Dammit, if she needed tampons, he was her man. He swallowed his 19 year old pride and headed out. On his way down, he caught Lance exiting his room. Glad to see a face that could assist him in his task, he hurried to catch up. "Lance, I need your help!" he pleaded. After explaining his dilema, he was a little offended when his older friend laughed in his face. "Geez, Justin, it's no big deal. Just go down and get a box." Lance's green eyes were filled with merriment at the obvious way Justin was flustered. "Oh for heavan's sakes. I'll go with you. Come on!" The two headed down to the small shop in the hotel lobby and Lance lead the charge, dragging Justin behind him to the feminine products spot. "Now, what does she need?" he asked, chuckling. Justin stared at the boxes, trying to remember the name. Why were there so many boxes? And just what the hell did super absorbant mean? He shuddered at the thought of that one. He knew Lance thought he was being stupid, but he'd never cared about anyone enough to even consider doing something like this. Gingerly, he picked up a box of Tampax. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, he leaned into his group mate. "This okay?" he asked him. Lance shoved him back. "How the heck do I know. They look fine to me. I don't use the things!" With that, he shook his head and started to walk to the counter, Justin in tow. The lady smiled sympathetically at him, and he avoided eye contact as he pulled out his money and paid. Of course, he was upset when she didn't seem to have any more bags in stock to hide his purchase. Lance laughed heartily at that one too. "Shut up," he growled over at his giggling pal. Yeah, some pal. He tucked the box under his arm and stormed out of the shop, trying to escape without being noticed. He looked back over his shoulder to see if Lance had stopped his laughter, and collided with Joey. The box tumbled onto the floor, and Chris retrieved it. Justin's face turned red, and he snatched the box back. "That time of the month huh Timberlake?" Chris broke up. Joey shook his head. "Gotta get me some Midol." He doubled over in laughter. Justin pressed his lips together, thourougly humiliated, and ran to the elevators. Once safley inside, he stared at the box in his hands, praying he got the right thing so he wouldn't have to do that again. Back in the hotel room, he knocked gently at the door. "Got them," he said proudly. The door opened just a crack, and her hand came out. He could see just the slightest bit of her face, which appeared grateful, and full of admiration. "Thank you so much," she cried. "You're the best." Soon, the box was out of his hands, and it was over. He had to admit, it was a good feeling, to be her hero. Of course, he could live without doing it again, but it was still nice. Must be love. |
| WHAT I DO FOR LOVE by destiny |