Texas Girl (Pt 23) by @DrewTexas

This has taken me since 5PM!!! It's pretty good and quite long though so it's all worth it! I know you'll love it!

WARNING: There could be some stuff in here people take as sexual references. You're right :) x

I could go through everything that happened with Drew's Grandparents and stuff, but you'd get really bored. It was pretty much Drew asking if she could take a bit of a holiday with me to California, then sitting down for a half hour and talking about the cost and time she would be staying and just random stuff like that.
I was paying for her, I insisted. Plus, I don't think she could have got a ticket for herself, no offence. As for the amount of time, I really wanted to stay for a month or two, six weeks maybe? A long holiday. I wanted time alone with Drew, just me, her and nobody else. Not even the paparazzi could get and pictures of us, it was Usher's private beach cove.
Oh, and about India, honestly, I love the kid and everything, but I uh... I sort of... I got "Plans" for Drew and I. If things go well. Which they should. Fingers crossed.
So, Drew got her bags together (She'd already packed some clothes up for New York, but threw in an extra few things for Malibu), and my Mom booked the tickets for the flight the next morning. At 5AM. Thanks, thanks a lot Mom.

I pulled up outside Drew's at three in the morning. It would take a while to get through the airport and stuff, so, yeah, 3AM.
It was fairly dark out, but I'd realised that the sun came up pretty early in Apple Springs, and the sky was a pale, soft pink, hi-lighting everything from the floor to the horizon. I yawned with my mouth wide-open, my eyes still sleep-hazed and dreary. I beeped the horn a couple of times. Nothing, no-one stirred.
Screw it.
I pressed the clicky button that did down my window, climbed half-way out, and yelled "Yo Texas! Get your sexy ass out here!". I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I'm such a dork sometimes xD. And to make me look even dorkier, out of the house stepped her Grandfather. He raised his eyebrows at me from the porch. Wow. Awkward. "Hey Mr. Texas" I called awkwardly, giving him a bit of a wave. He chuckled, waving back "Hi Justin".
You know that smile, it's not toothy or anything, but it's like one you do when you're either really pissed off or really embarrassed. Yeah I did one of those.
It would have been better if I'd say "Drew, get your sexy ass out here", because then it wouldn't sound like I was actually calling her grandad. I clambered back in through the driver's window, contemplating the odd thought.
My thoughts were interrupted by Drew, stepping out of the house.
Well, my words were actually very appropriate. She wore tight fitting shorts, more like hot pants, and a burgundy coloured crop top that stopped just below her bellybutton, leaving a stripe of tanned skin exposed inbetween the gap of her shorts, hanging low on her sexy hips.
Whoaaaaaa. Nice.
"Stop drooling Justin!" my head told me off in my Mother's condescending tone. I found myself actually replying out loud "Sorry Mom". I said it as Drew reached the Range Rover, dragging her case behind her. "What?" she furrowed her brow. Oh, uh. "Um, I said sorry Mom". Well, I gotta go with it now. She gave me a cute confused look as she pushed her case into the backseat, before climbing in the passenger seat beside me. "Why are you sorry?" she giggled, buckling up her seatbelt. Um. Why am I sorry. "I killed her gerbil" I blabbed, clearly without thinking. I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!!! But seriously? A gerbil? I've never had a gerbil in my entire life! I was too busy staring at her low cut top. Damn.
STOP.
"Why would you kill her gerbil Justin!?! That's a horrible thing to do!" she gasped, eyes hurt. Wow. She believed me. "If I told you it was plotting against me, would you believe me?".
"No".
"Didn't think so".
"It was worth a shot".
"I guess".

After the whole "I killed my Mother's gerbil and I'm sorry" escapade, the ride was nice and, surprisingly, pretty short.
We got to the airport on time, and regardless of the fact it was 4AM, it was heaving.
We did all that random shit I can't describe without sounding like a douche, ya know, the scan-bags thing and the dangerous-object-walk-through-the-giant-rectangle-that-looks-like-a-door-but-has-no-door-and-is-just-there-to-confuse-you-and-make-you-nervous thing. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about from that vivid explanation ;).
It was just when we were about to board did I notice how nervous Drew looked. She tapped her feet, chewed her fingers, and clasped the other free hand in mine. "Drew, what's up?" I asked quietly, keeping my voice low. I didn't want other people to see me, notice me, then take notes on my conversation and sell it to TMZ. "I uh, never mind. It's nothing" she stuttered, her voice nervous and shaky. Yeah, it's sooooo nothing. "Drew come on. Tell me what's up" I whispered in her ear. She bit back a smile, enjoying the feeling of my warm breath touch her neck and shoulders. "I've never been on an airplane before" she sighed softly, cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment.
Oh. Now I get it. I stepped around so I was directly in front of her, and took her hands in mine. "You nervous babe?". Aww she's so cute when she's nervous. Her eyes go all scared and adorable, she chews her lip and bites her tongue, her cheeks go the same colour as her hair, bright red. "A little bit" she whispered, staring around the crowds of other people as of they were going to judge her or something. "Don't be. You're safe. You've got me" I found it hard not to lean down and kiss her perfect lips, but I didn't. Can't be too careful. The paparazzi would slaughter me. "It just seems really.... scary and.... Really high up" she gulped, averting her gaze from mine.
Oh screw it. I'm kissing her. She's nervous as hell. I leant down to her lips and merged them with mine, trying my hardest to hold back and not begin exploring her mouth with my tongue. Wow. Holding back really isn't my thing. Yeah I totally suck at that.

I don't think she found it all that weird, taking off. It was just average stuff. Ya know.
It was pretty funny. We talked and laughed. Just like old times. It was perfect. I did my best to keep her busy, because I knew that underneath the nonchalant smile was a worried, still nervous expression that she didn't want to show. Didn't she know I could read her like a book?
A soft giggling and tittering noise came from the middle isle of chairs. A couple of seats ahead of us, sat three girls, maybe 15 or 16, leaning around their chairs and beaming at me. I chuckled and gave a cute smile and wave back. They squealed and blushed bright red - it was nowhere near as sexy as what Drew did though.
When their eyes hit Drew in the seat next to me, their expression changed from overjoyed to fiery and jealous, lips in a thin, tight line, teeth gritted and eyes harsh. Drew knew it too. She could feel the stares burning through her perfect face and naturally falling hair. They weren't just jealous of her being with me, they were jealous of her in general.
The looks they gave her were dirty and mean, and I went to say something before Drew unexpectedly stood from her seat. "Drew where ya going babe?" I asked, kinda concerned. What was she doing? She looked like she wanted to bite the head off the barbie doll blonde. She ignored me, said sorry to the flight attendant - who she dodged and ducked away from as the woman hurtled down the isle with the beverages trolley - and stormed down the isle, stopping in front of the pretty blonde.
"Hi, can I help you?" Drew fake smiled. On god no. This was gonna be bad. Realllly bad. I didn't know how to stop it though. If I even tried Drew would just ignore my efforts. She wouldn't have listened to me. Or anybody for that matter. "Oh I was just... Looking" the blonde spat back, glancing purposefully over and me and sliding her eyes down my body. "Were you now? What's so intriguing, huh?" wow Drew could be intimidating sometimes. It's kinda hot actually. No, screw that, it's sexy as hell.
The blonde's eyes flashed with a brief moment of doubt. Should she continue with her little game? Her confidence re-charged as she spoke "I was just admiring your boyfriend". Oh. Awkward. That one must have hit home.
This time it was Drew's eyes to flash with doubt, but she ploughed on anyway. "He's not my boyfriend" she swallowed, and you could tell she was phased by the mean girl's words. "Yeah, but you want him to be, right?".
Ouch. That's gonna leave a mark. I could practically feel the heat of her blood-filled cheeks rush over me. She glanced embarrassedly over at me. I didn't know what to look like for the best. Happy? As if I hadn't heard any of it? As if I had and was appalled? Or just involuntarily awkward? Yup, there's the involuntary awkwardness. All over my face. My eyes didn't know where to look. I felt like I had too many legs. I didn't know how to sit. Legs crossed. Leg together. Legs apart. No I look a bit pedophiliac. Oh shut up head.
Drew's expression suddenly changed from hurt to confident "No, actually, because he doesn't have to be my boyfriend, for me to do this" she stormed over to me, glancing back to make sure the girl was watching - she was - and pulled me up out of my seat. My head told me "Just go with it man" but I think it was high. Get it? Cuz we're in the air? I know, terrible joke, but I'm in a dramatic situation here.
She gripped onto my shoulders and tugged me into a kiss.
It was passionate and warm, and it made me want her all the more. The desire I had for her perfect lips and stunning body against mine grew stronger, like a fire roaring up through my very soul. My hands grasped at her hips, and I forgot entirely we were in total public eye. Who cares? She's an amazing kisser and she's wearing Popcorn lipgloss. Screw other people.
And then she pulled back, gave the girl a smirk, and sat down again, pulling me back down into my seat when she realised I was frozen in place.
Whoa. That was nice. I could barely breathe that had felt so amazing. Her lips the perfect, hot moisture for mine, tongue dancing along my lips, but not entering fully just so she could tease me more. I swear I had to bite back the moan I wanted to let escape from my lips, and now, I was hiding the expression of being completely over-whelmed.
I didn't do that too well.
"Justin, you alright? You look kinda... Overwhelmed".
Really? Really? Oh come on. Am I that obvious?
Yes Justin, yes you are.