Hi! This is Melanie. Sorry, i can't pick up the phone right now. I'll call you back if I can.

   Beep!

   The shrill sound of ignorance filled my eardrums as I threw my i-phone onto the floor. Distressed and wanting, I opened up my laptop and searched her tour dates. She had a show in L.A. tomorrow.

   "George, get me one ticket to Melanie Martinez's concert at the Hollywood Bowl."

   "Of course, sir."

***

   Everything was so sweet, until you tried to kill me...

   The last lyric of Teddy Bear ran out  of my mouth and flowed onto the fans below. They screamed and jumped as I shimmied off the stage, but I stopped in my tracks on the third step to see a familiar face in the crowd of screams, his eyes glinting against the blackness of the venue and his body position making him stand out against the clicking cameras and hyper hoots. I must be hallucinating. Why would he be here?

   I put on a distracted grin, kissed my hand to the audience, and left the stage.

   In my dressing room, I prepared myself for alone time. I shimmied off my bow-ridden corset and skirt that had plastic letters spelling out Cry Baby to the floor around my legs, and tiptoed out of the clothing, my lacy stocks still covering my feet.

   I heaved a huge sigh and clipped my pink bra from my back, and raised my arms up high in a state of relief from the escape of the boob prison. I grasped my fluffy ABC block robe and shrouded it onto my body.

   My phone buzzed from a notification that told me that an unknown caller tried to reach me. Wait a minute...

   That instant, my door opened to reveal Justin, heaving huge breaths and shutting the door abruptly, shoving his body weight against the door as large pounds sounded against it. 

   "W-what the hell?" I shrilly whispered, as one of the pounds followed a "Miss Martinez, are you okay?"

   I glared at Justin, wrapped the robe around me more, pushed him to the side and opened the door. My two, huge bodyguards stood there with masculine faces, ready to pounce.

   "I-I was expecting him," I stuttered. "He's with me."

   They nodded approvingly as I gave them a fake smile and shut the door.

   I stomped up to Justin and put my forefinger on his stiff chest while looking  into his crystal eyes. "What? How? Why?!"

   He gave me a sly grin and I couldn't help but blush. I tried to keep my face straight and my lips tucked in a frown.

"I've been... wanting to talk to you," He waltzed over to my chocolate fountain and dipped a strawberry in his mouth.  Does he know that's an aphrodisiac, or am I just horny?

"Fine," I huffed a strand of green hair out of my face and dropped my butt on the fluffy purple couch and twisted my head to the back of the couch, so I could see Justin and rest my head against my hand. "What do you want to know?"

"Where are you from?"

"Baldwin, Long Island."

"What's your middle name?"

"Adele."

   "Any brothers or sisters?"

   "One. A brother. Joseph." I flipped my body to the opposite side and crossed my arms. "Enough of these one answer questions that you can find on Facebook. Really get to know me," I pursed my lips and sighed as he came and sat down next to me.

   "Y-you have something--" I touched the side of my cheek to show that he had chocolate across his. He tried to get it with his tongue, but failed. I awkwardly crept towards him, put a knee on his lap, and licked my thumb and glided it across his upper lip. He clenched his hand on my thigh as I struggled to remove the chocolate from his face.

   After about 30 seconds, he grazed his left hand through my hair and whispered in my ear, "Use your lips. It'll be easier to get off."

   That one sentence sent shivers down my spine and formed a lump of lust in my throat. I bent my other knee and placed it on his lap. I leaned my chest into his, making my bum stick up in the air slightly, and kissed him. Wait, no! I didn't kiss him. I was getting the chocolate off with my lips.

   He tasted sweet of the chocolate but smelled like Old Spice and clean laundry. I descended my bright red lips, which had put marks on his cheeks, down to his neck, and gave him a small hickey. I jumped back and scrunched my body into a ball in the corner of the couch on the opposite side. 

   "What?" Justin turned to me and put his palms on my legs in a comforting way.

   I shook my head that was covered my hands and sniffled a cry. "I'm a slut."

   "No, baby, no," Justin crept towards me. "Why would you think that?"

   "What do you fucking think?!" I yelled at him, which shocked him a bit. "You're with Selena."

   "No," he whispered. "I'm with you."

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