Izallouis’ view:
“I’m going to get some snacks because we usually don’t have any food in the house. If you need anything my number is on the counter. You have Justin's number but he is working so I don’t think it’s safe to call him if you need something.” Jessica rambled on.
“I will be fine.” I said and rolled over to look out my window.
“I know it just happened and you are still coming to terms with it but we are only here for your benefit so please don’t take it out on Justin. Your uncle is just trying to help.” She said and left. He was helping but not in the right way. I didn’t feel happy. Today was going to be a great day. Sarcasm. I slowly lifted out of the bed and walked down stairs. Her number was on the table like she said and I entered it into my phone just in case. I didn't want to be living here but I had no choice. Seeing as my guardianship shifted from my grandma to Justin's care. He’s my, for lack of better word, uncle and I need to be grateful.
I need to walk. I left a note on the counter, seeing as that is what they do because Justin left Jessica and I one, and went back upstairs to change. I haven’t seen much of the city but I know it’s got some great places to be. I changed into easy shorts and a jacket. I headed out without combing my hair, the most I did was rake my fingers through it. I put my head phones in and looked for a gym to run tread at. I found one a few blocks down from the house and stepped in. A few people were here but not many. I asked for time and they gave me a timer. I headed to a treadmill and started running. I was sprinting on the treadmill to the point of pain. I just wanted to run and listen to music but that wasn’t the case because I was interrupted.
“You are that dancer!” Someone poked me. I stopped and almost fell off the treadmill because it was going so fast. I slowed down the pace and then all together stopped it.
“Yeah.” I blushed. I wasn’t going to get used to this.
“Can I get a picture with you??” She asked. She looked like my age and was really meaning to work out because she was wearing those clothes.
“Really?? When I'm all… sweaty??” I asked.
“Well I don’t look any better.” She huffed. I shrugged and leaned into her side. She took the selfie. And then was ready to walk off.
“What's your name??” I was obviously desperate to have friends.
“Mary.” She smiled back at me.
“What are you doing after this??” I asked her again.
“Nothing really, I want to shower but then I guess I was going to call a friend.” She shrugged. I was famous but not to the point where everyone screamed at me. This is where I liked to be.
“Want to do something??” I asked hesitantly.
“Really?? Don’t you have someone better to hang out with?? Or a practice you need to go to??” She was surprised enough.
“Well, I mean not really. I'm new around this area and I don’t really practice.” I shrugged looking at the time on my phone. I had time. Jessica was probably home and Justin was going to be out late again.
“Sure. We can go to my house and hang out.” She smiled and waited for me to catch up to her.
“Let’s just go to mine.” I said. We dropped off our timers then walked outside to see a bunch of cameras on us. I pulled up my hood and tried to hide my face but they already saw me and knew who I was.
“Back up!” Mary yelled. She pushed people and tried to get me walking space. Once we were free enough we both sprinted off. I was leading so she could follow and she was keeping up. We made it to the large mansion gate and slid by. We jogged lightly to the front door and I pounded in a combination to open it. She came in and looked around gob smacked. “Is this where –”
“Izallouis you're home.” Justin came around the corner.
“Justin lives!!” Mary squeaked.
“And you brought a fan.” He said a little less happy.
“Sorry we, well I, got mobbed and I met her at the gym.” I smiled out of breath.
“Ok, well how was your first mob??” He smiled and started to walk into the kitchen. We both followed and Mary stayed silent.
“Erm… I was annoyed so I didn’t like it.” I said grabbing us waters. Justin put out a bowl of fruit for us. “Thanks.” I said taking a fork out and taking a bite.
“I'm here, with Justin Timberlake.” Mary finally spoke.
“Yes but unfortunately I have to go back to the studio.” He frowned. “I would love to stay and talk with you.” He smiled and hugged her. She looked at me and mouth ‘oh my god.’ I rolled my eyes and laughed a little.
“Why are you here??” I asked him.
“I decided to come home for lunch and see if you were up. Since you were I was going to take you out but you weren’t here.” He shrugged.
“Sorry.” I said looking in the fridge for something. Nothing. It literately had juice and milk. Two things to drink.
“Jessica isn’t back from the store yet.” He informed me late.
“Ok, so Mary do you want to shower and eat out??” I asked her who was staring at Justin. “Mary??” I said louder.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She scrambled for words.
“Say bye Justin.” I said.
“Bye Justin.” She said amazed.
“Bye Mary.” He said as he left. He gave me a look. I'm not used to it but it seemed like he wanted to say something he just couldn’t force it out. Then he was gone.
“The showers are upstairs. Pick anyone you want. I'm sure Jessica wouldn’t mind if you used her clothes but you’ll have to settle for mine.” I smirked when her face went from happy to eh.
“Not funny. I was already picking it out in my mind.” She ran up the stairs and I put away our dishes. She wasn’t someone who liked me before fame but I feel like I have a friend that will occupy my social needs to an extent, so I'm ok. I went to the bathroom downstairs and freshened up myself. I ran up the stairs with only a towel wrapped around me. I managed to get dressed and almost ready before I found Mary downstairs on the couch. “You ready??” she asked.
“Well I mean, I guess.” I said. She was using me. I know this. I mean anyone can pretend to care when you get mobbed but it was one person I could pretend to let in, even for a little whilst.
“Instead of going to my house I was wondering if we could go to a place so you can teach me to dance.” She stood up.
“Erm, a park??” I asked.
“Sure, I know a great one.” She started to walk out. I followed and then she stopped and I pretty much flew into her.
“What was that for??” I asked stepping back so I wasn’t on her.
“Do you drive??” she asked me.
“No, I'm only 15.” I said. In that moment she had this look of realization on something and looked at me gob smacked.
“You're how old??” She asked shocked.
“I'm only 15.” I said and shrugged.
“I thought you were 18 or 19.” She dropped her jaw.
“Well is that a problem?? How old are you??” I asked her not ok with the way she was acting. I could tell she already wasn’t going to be my friend for very long.
“I'm 19!” She was being dramatic.
“And…” I let on.
“I just thought you were older, way older.” She finished walking out of the house.
“I can't drive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a driver.” I was going to impress her now. The stretch limo pulled up and she seemed pleased. If I have to impress her to be my friend, I'm going to.

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