Izallouis’ view:
We arrived to the park in a limo. Pointless to do that but she wasn’t going to be my friend if I didn’t keep treating her like royalty.
“That was so fun!” She said as she walked to a bench.
“So was that your first ride in a limo??” I asked her.
“Yeah, and it was beyond cool.”
“Cool.” I almost sighed.
“So you should teach me how to dance.” She shot out.
“Why would you want that??” I winked at her. She smiled and stayed sitting on the bench. “If you're going to dance you should probably stand.” I pulled her up. She blushed and I knew this was going to be funny. I pulled out my phone and started some music. A couple people noticed us but just thought we were regular girls dinking around. “So I would start with something easy, like, erm, can you do this??” I asked. I did a combination with my hands otherwise known as tutting.
“Haha no.” She laughed then got serious.
“Erm, this??” I did something small with my feet. She watched and gave me the same dumbfounded look. “Ok. Stand like this. Move this arm here, pull this hand back, and let it drop.” I joked.
“That’s the robot.” She shot at me.
“I know.” I smirked. “And you can't do that.” I bust up laughing.
“Like you could do better.” She shot at me.
“Really want to go there??” I raised my brow.
“Why not?? Show me your robot.” She motioned for me to ‘take the stage’. I started doing robotics and she was stunned. People started to stop and watch then keep moving except a few here and there would stay. Some people would clap when I was doing something they liked and others just watched. I continued to dance with a larger circle forming around me. I stopped and motioned for them to move back. The circle opened up more and I started to do some of the windmills and bottle caps I did at the VMA’s. Someone said ‘that’s her’ and I stopped. I remembered Mary. I looked around and didn’t see her anymore. Everyone clapped and some people had phones on me. Everywhere I go I manage to call a crowd, make a scene, or demand attention with my dancing.
“More!” Someone yelled.
“I'm tired.” I lied. I work out more than I dance, that’s saying something.
“One more song!” Someone else shouted.
“Fine, but then I really have to go.” I said starting the music. The song was a short one, I made sure of that and I finished up.
“Could we get your autograph??” someone asked me.
“Sure.” I blushed. I took the pen and paper and just scribbled my name. I did this for more time and I knew Justin was probably getting worried. I signed so much paper my hand was getting tired and I really wanted to sleep. Once everyone left and I was alone I felt bad that Mary was left out. Maybe I could make it up to her?? I walked around a few blocks before realizing I was beyond lost and called Jessica.
“Izallouis Justin was getting worried and I was beginning too! Where have you been??” she scolded.
“I was at the park dancing and I'll explain that later but could you come and pick me up I don’t exactly know how to get to the house.” I was embarrassed and no one but she and I knew.
“I'll be there in a few. Just stay there. Justin she’s o –” She hung up late so I caught the beginning of her last sentence. He was worried about me, that is funny. He isn’t even blood related to me and he freaks out over every little thing. My own dad, JC, he was so nice and let me do everything. I mean I would go somewhere and there wouldn’t be restrictions on any of it. He trusted me and I knew what not to do but with Justin it is one rule after another and I hate it. I mean Jessica has her moments but it’s not her place to put anything on me and she knows that. The reason JC chose Justin was because he would be able to give me the family experience and would be able to take care of my needs better. I don’t have a choice. A car honked and up pulled Jessica in the Blazer. She parked and before I was buckled drove off. “Justin is worried about you. He won’t talk about it because it was hard on him but I will tell you, JC’s death hit him hard. He sees you as his and he doesn’t know exactly how JC decided to raise you that’s between you and your father but I know Justin is trying hard to get close to you and still let you have the freedom your father did. You need to be a little more considerate to Justin. He hasn’t been the best uncle in the world but he wants to make up for that. I expect you to sit down and talk to him about his and your behaviour. I know I'm not your guardian because I wasn’t allowed to sign the papers but I am going to make sure you at least tell Justin what's wrong because I'm not going to have you causing havoc when the baby is born.” She stopped and caught what she said.
“You're –”
“Yes, Justin doesn’t know but I don’t want a teenager that is going to make it harder for him; he is stressed enough from work and the upcoming tour.”
“He’s touring??” This was all new. Jessica is pregnant, Justin's touring, and I'm doing nothing to become more famous. I chuckled at this.
“Yes, and I don’t need him worrying too much about a teenager that is capable of taking care of herself. Speaking of, I got you something.” She handed me a card. “L.A. is a nice place to be in but I know sometimes you don’t have the money for things you need so in case you need something, anything, this is hooked up to a bank account for you. Justin has been putting money in it for you since he found out about JC.” She sighed as she pulled into the driveway to the mansion. “I have been too. I want you to feel comfortable with us. We won’t be your dad but we knew him just as much as you and so we know what he would want. We are on your side.” She lectured me. I could tell this was something she wanted to say for a whilst but hasn’t probably more for Justin rather than me.
“I just went out with a friend.” I lightened the mood. She laughed and the tension was lifting slowly until we reached the house.
“Izallouis Rae Chasez!” Here we go. “Where have you been?? I assumed lunch maybe dinner out but it's late.” Justin was being his old self.
“It's only 9.30 Justin.”
“Well your curfew is going to be 7 p.m. sharp.” He said.
“Justin be easier on her.” Jessica stepped in.
“Look I think her and I should talk in private.” Justin looked at Jessica and I knew I was in for it.
“I'll be out back when you are ready to cool down. Don’t say anything you will regret.” She scolded us both and then left. He looked at me and sighed heavily. I mocked him and he sat on a stool.
“I know it's hard for you.” He began.
“You don’t know.” I shot in.
“Anyway, he was like a brother to me. I hope you know I want you to do what you want but I need to make sure that you're safe, not for you, but your father and I.”
“Look, I understand what has happened and I get that I'm now your responsibility but I'm not just any regular teenager. I'm more mature because of what has happened to me. I know what you expect and what my father expects. I want this to be as easy as possible. I'll tell you what I'm doing and you can let me do it. I don’t need another problem right now.” I was going to tell him flat out how it is going to be. He bowed his head and sighed again.
“Fine.” He looked up. “We can do it this way. I expect texts every two hours if I'm away. Speaking of I do have a tour about to happen so I need you to be occupied.”
“What did you do??” I knew this wasn’t going to be good.
“I signed you up to audition for a talent show. It's up and coming and the judges are nice, so I have heard. I expect you to audition. If you don’t make it then we are going to have you touring with me but if anything else happens that allows you to be here then just tell Jessica or I.” He smiled. “Oh, before I call it a night I understand Jessica isn’t your guardian or has any relation to you for that matter but I do expect you to listen to her. She seems to have a way of knowing what to do.” He then left and slumped up the stairs to his room. This was going to be easier than I thought. It was getting late because my lecture with Justin took some time so I joined Jessica out on the patio.
“Are you ok??” She asked as soon as I sat down.
“We came to terms. When he’s on tour I'm staying here.” I smiled at the idea of alone time.
“We’ll I won’t be here because the baby will be around that time. I'm staying with some friends up in Sacramento.” She frowned.
“You should tell him.” I blurted out. It isn’t my place but if I was to be pregnant and my boyfriend, fiancé, was going on tour I would want him to know.
“It's best if I don’t. I feel like if I do something bad will happen so I just want it to be something he knows when the time is right.” She smiled at me.
“So Justin is making me audition for a talent show.” I changed subjects feeling the tension picking up.
“Which one??” That was ironic because that’s all there really was in L.A., a way to become famous, if you weren’t already.
“I don’t know but I'm not worried. It's easy I mean dancing and all.” I want to dance now. Talking about dancing makes me want to really bad.
“Well, I hope you do well. You might even become famous off of this.” She wasn’t looking at me but rather the pond that was in their yard. The sun was completely gone so the only reflection was the bright white moon.
“I don’t even know how the process works but I'm actually excited. It's a way for me to make my own name and not from my uncles or father.” This was going to be hard with the last name Chasez.
“If anyone can be known for what they do and not what their family has done, it's you Izallouis.” She patted my back and left. I stayed on the tanning chair and looked at the stars. Soon I was going to be one.

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