Meeting Justin's crew was...okay, I guess.
Alfredo was wild, Scooter just sat on the couch next to me and watched Justin run amok, and Kenny was busy messing around with Justin.
I sure did realize something: Justin went insane when he was with his crew.
He was happy. Much happier than he ever acted when he was alone with me.
So after they left, I wasn't the most excited person in the world.
"What's wrong?" Justin asked me after everyone left.
I smiled and shook my head. "Nothing, why?"
"You don't seem...you know, happy."
Before I could stop myself, I was on a roll.
"I don't want to be here anymore! I can't take this Justin. I can't stand walking in here, knowing that my mother won't be here to ask me how my day went. Or picking up my cell phone to call Melissa, forgetting that she won't be able to just walk on over and hang out. And then you act like a totally different person when you're with the people in your crew! How come you're never that happy when you're with me? Face it Justin, I don't wanna be here, and now I know you don't want me to be here either. I should just leave."
"Chelsea, wait..." Justin grabbed me.
"Why are you crying? Chels please, it's not that big of a deal. Can't we just talk about this?"
I didn't realize how hard I was crying. He started wiping my tears away.
I pulled myself away and shook my head. "No..."
My voice was low, my lips quivering, and it was shaky. "Just...leave me alone."
As I escaped his grip, I stumbled over the couch and fell over.
"Chels, be careful!" Justin shouted, reaching out for me. I just lay there on the floor, and rolled myself into my "defensive position".
Justin's voice started to fade, and my tears kept flowing. I had no clue what was wrong with me.
~Later~
"Chelsea? Can you hear me?"
My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Justin beside me with his arm on my shoulder.
I nodded, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Are you feeling better?"
Again, I nodded, and then his facial expression changed.
"I thought about the things you said...so I arranged a flight for you to go back home. I'm sorry I made you feel so unhappy." He shook his head and looked away from me.
I quickly sat up. "Justin...cancel it, please. I didn't mean any of that. I don't even know what I was thinking earlier. I just...please don't make me go. You haven't even started touring yet! I've always wanted to travel and-"
He placed his hand over my mouth. "I talked to your parents about your outburst, and they think you should come home."
"No, no, let me talk to them! I don't want to leave!"
"Chels, if you can't even handle being three hours away from your parents, how can you handle being in different countries?"
"Okay, I get it. You people don't trust me. You think I'm some stupid baby who's going to be an embarrassment to the entire tour."
I crossed my arms and stood up to walk into the living room.
"Chelsea, that's not what I said."
When I opened the bedroom door, Alfredo, Kenny, and Scooter were all sitting on the couch. I automatically felt embarrassed; they had to have heard my tantrum.
"You guys heard everything...didn't you?" I asked, taking a step back into the room.
They all nodded, looking a tad bit annoyed.
My mouth was hanging open, and Justin quickly closed the door and pulled me back.
"They heard everything." That's all I was able to say. I was too ashamed to say anything else.
"Only because they never made it down the hall before you started crying." Justin explained.
I fell back onto the bed and just sat there, staring at the floor. Justin's arm fell around my shoulders.
"Don't be too embarrassed Chels, they understood."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, sure."
"Are you sure you want to stay? Because I'll be okay if you want to go back home."
"Ask them first."
"Chelsea, they don't-"
"Ask them first." I repeated.
He sighed, but then got up and left the room.
My phone started buzzing, so I walked across the room to answer it. It was my mother.
"Hello?"
"Chelsea? Are you all right? We talked to Justin, and he said-"
"Mom, I'm fine. And I don't want to come home."
"Oh...is that so?" She seemed disappointed, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to leave. Not after all of this.
Justin walked back into the room, and I ended the call with my mom.
"Gotta go mom, love you."
When I put my phone down, Justin walked up to me.
"They said they don't mind. It's not unusual for someone to miss their parents if they're not used to being away from them."
I smiled and hugged him. "I promise, no more temper tantrums."
He laughed and said, "Okay."
"Should I try introducing myself again? This time without a bad attitude?" I asked, grabbing ahold of his hand.
He nodded, and led me back into the living room.
This time, I shook each of their hands, and apologized to each of them individually. They gladly accepted, and then it was like nothing ever happened.
"So," Alfredo started, "should we go out and show Chelsea here how we role?"
Justin laughed and said, "Yeah man!"
Scooter rolled his eyes, and Kenny just looked at me and shook his head.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
