Lucky 13
I had managed to sprint my way passed the bed before I felt Criss take hold of my waist.
"Wait…" He called desperately.
I shrugged him off and spun around to face him. "Why, you obviously can't tell me the truth. What else have you been lying about?"
Criss groaned and tightened the towel around his waist. "I haven't lied about anything."
My cheeks were prickling with anger and I felt my hands ball into fists.
"Is my mom still here?" I asked trying to maintain my voice.
He shook his head 'no'.
"She went to Elaine's this morning."
Thank God.
"That's where I'll be staying until you decide to stop being ignorant."
I walked over to the nightstand and slide my cell phone into my purse.
Criss mumbled something I couldn't make out and then said, "You're being absurd…"
"Am I?!" I glared while I strutted to the bedroom door attempting to swing my purse over my right shoulder.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes still unreadable.
"Absolutely, so what if Lindsay called?"
"I know it wasn't Sully's birthday!" I yelled.
Criss sighed and tossed his hands up. "Who said that?"
"Fucking Sully!" I threw my purse onto the floor, it fell with a loud click.
"When did you see him?" He wondered as he picked a stray fuzz off of his white towel.
I blinked rapidly and drew in a deep breath at how nonchalant his question was. "Forget this conversation…"
"Why? I want to know how you found out?" He flicked the ball of fuzz onto the carpet.
"Why does it matter? There is no reason for you lie to me." I picked my purse back up.
He stood up and hesitantly took a step closer to me. "I'm not telling you what happened last night. It's not any of your business. That's why I lied."
I laughed a bit at his response. "Okay, if that's how we're playing the cards then why are we together?"
He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Why can't you ever fucking trust me!"
I shrugged. "Maybe because Lindsay is ridding around in your Lambo leaving personal items behind!"
Criss huffed confused. "What did she leave?"
"She's famous for no underwear so who knows?" I cracked sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes. "She had them on last night…"
"Oh my God, I'm so done!" I shouted and barreled out of the room.
~*~
Luckily Criss didn't follow me to Elaine's. I had my mom run over and grab me a sundress and flip flops since I was still in my pajama's. They helped me calm down a bit. They both agreed that I had every reason in the world to be upset with him. My mom didn't even want to face him because she was so disappointed in him but she said when she went over to get my clothes he was already gone. A part of me wondered if he was with Lindsay but another part didn't even care. Then my veins ran cold. His family was expecting to meet me again tonight. Officially.
Shit. Were we broken up? Was it over? Over…
I felt a knife dig in my heart and more tears saturated my mom's shirt.
~*~
That night we of course had another show. I wished that night's was cancelled as well. I didn't see JD, Costa or his mom any where. Maybe their flight was delayed? Either way I was relieved not having to face them again. When I had finished with my assigned dancers hair I sluggishly headed to Criss's dressing room.
When I walked in he was text messaging someone, the sight of that made me angry. I don't know why it just did. I figured it was Lindsay contacting him again.
He didn't bother to look up from his phone while I teased his hair. He just sighed when I accidentally tugged a piece stand too hard.
"Put your head up." I directed.
He did closing his phone and finally glancing at me in the mirror.
"Where's your brothers and your mom?" I asked.
He shrugged and moved his gaze to the floor.
"Okay then." I grabbed his eyeliner and imagined myself gorging out his right eye.
He must have seen the evil look on my face because he held out his hand for the applicator.
"I'll get it." He muttered moving closer to the mirror.
"Fine, then I'm off." I replied and started for the door.
"They are in the audience tonight for a change…" Criss finally answered my question about his family.
"Oh, we'll give them a good show." I didn't bother turning around because his cell phone vibrated on the table once more. I didn't want to imagine Lindsay's head on a spike again.
~*~
"Maybe if we go out it will help you fell better?" Elaine offered after the show.
We were walking through the Luxor hallway and I shrugged. I hated wearing heels. She had conned me into wearing a corset so tight I couldn't breath and the skirt I was wearing was so short I was embarrassed to bend over. My mom assured me that I was sexy… "too sexy". But Elaine said that it was overly do. We were heading to Coyote Ugly at New York, New York.
We decided to catch a Taxi instead of walking and save our feet the unneeded pain. When we entered New York, New York I instantly felt better. She was right, going out is what I needed. It was tried of the Luxor. I had also heard that Coyote Ugly had ½ yard margarita's which THAT'S what was really overly do. The club was insane as most any in Vegas. By the end of the night Elaine and I were dancing on the bar tops along with the waitress's. We stayed there for about 2 and half hours before we hit the casino with another ½ yard.
"Hey, let's go check out that bar to the left?" She pointed.
I cussed at the slot machine. "Girl, my feet are fire!" I giggled.
"Oh, damn. It looks amazing!" She elbowed me.
My cell phone rang in my purse and I searched for it telling Elaine to hang on for a moment.
It was Criss.
I pressed ignore.
"Let's go!" I grabbed her arm, my feet suddenly feeling much better.
We didn't get back to the Luxor until 4am and I had way too much to drink. Elaine was probably worse off than I was. We were leaning on each other in the elevator for support and laughing at Criss's Believe poster.
I held out my hands and narrowed my eyes. "Elaine… Believe." I tried to mock Criss's lisp and sultry stare.
She cracked up holding onto her stomach.
"Wait… no, wait…" I stumbled still carrying my 4th half yard. "MINDFREAK! Are you ready?!"
"Oh my God!!!" She fell to the floor of the elevator and I followed landing on top of her.
Wow, we were drunk.
The doors opened and we attempted to scoop ourselves up unsuccessfully. The doors closed again and we carried on giggling about insufficient elevator service.
"Help! I've fallen and I'm drunk!" Elaine banged on the door.
I held up my half yard and pressed the button that opened the doors again with it.
"Okay, one… two… three." We stood up and I grew dizzy. Elaine held onto my shoulders and we slowly hobbled to her door.
She turned to me pointed oddly. "Room key?"
I shrugged. "Mine's at MINDFREAKS!" I mocked Criss again.
She grew pale or rather paler.
"Shit. Mine's inside and your mom is sleeping…" She rested her head into my neck.
"Great…" I sobered a bit at the mere thought of ringing Criss's doorbell.
"I'll try him." She offered as she hobbled crookedly next door.
I leaned against the wall as I watched her. It took her three rings but he eventually came.
"Oh… hey." He looked rather disappointed as he gazed down at Elaine.
I covered my mouth while she attempted to talk straight.
"Criss, we need… well, I need my room key because I left mine in my room and Sarah's mom is asleep." She rambled.
Criss ran a hand through his bed hair and nodded. "Where did she put it do you know?"
"Umm… probably in your room?"
No, it was on the wet bar.
"I'll go check…" He left to search for it and came back in about 5 minutes empty handed.
"I don't where it is?" He shrugged.
I sighed and headed over walking passed Elaine and slipping through Criss inside the door.
He cleared his throat at my entrance.
Elaine walked back over to her door.
Criss shut his.
"What's going on?" He asked as he watched me head to the bar area.
I looked at him for a moment and tried not to get distracted.
"We needed a room key." I replied and waved it at his face.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest. My empty half yard dropped the floor out of my other hand.
"I need you." He whispered.
I shut my eyes as I felt his lips press against mine. I kissed him back out of mere habit and felt his fingers tugging at the silky pink ties of my corset. My mind went haywire and I imagined us…
Damn alcohol and delayed reactions! I was pissed at him!
"Then, we can't have secrets. I'm sorry." I pushed away.
He tugged me back again and replied, "It's not what you're thinking… I can tell you that much."
"Prove it." I snapped trying to readjust my corset.
He bit his lip and followed me back to the door.
"I was trying to…" He replied.
"Whatever. I have no head for this right now. Call me tomorrow and maybe I'll answer. Thanks for the key. Goodnight." I walked out.