Her pink and black hair draped down her neck, as it rocked back and forth against her shoulder blades. She smothered shampoo on her tresses and twirled it into a mound on her head and grabbed the loofa.

If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me, she sang into the tip of the loofa. Soap inched down her naked body as piercing hot drops hit her back.

If you're not down to bleed, No oh. If you can't handle-- she turned around and let the blanket of water drip down her neck and breasts. The choking, the biting, the loving, the smothering, till you can't handle it no more...

She ran her hands over the hot and cold nobs. The water stopped as she mumbled, Go home.

***Justin P.OV.***

My ears were in heaven. Who was this angel draping her beautiful voice around my soul?

I pressed my phone on. A girl, sitting on a cloud, above a little flooded town. Blue bubbly letters read CRY BABY at the top.

"Sir," I took one earbud out as I saw my assistant come into view. "Miss Gomez is here."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Bring her in, I guess," I said, putting my shirt back on and taking out my earbuds. Selena came into view. She was wearing sandals and a tight, short white dress. She took off her cat-eye sunglasses and smirked evilly. "I liked it better before," she said, coming up to me and taking my shirt off. She traced her finger, which had a tacky fake-nail on it, across my abdomen. I took her hand away and hastily got out a, "How was your day?"

"Ohmygod, babe." She sat next to me on the lounge and took out her frappe. She slurped it obnoxiously and went on and on about what Rebecca said and what Gigi said and blah blah blah. Honestly i'm done listening to her basic shit all the time.

But, our relationship is good publicity. We're an it-Hollywood couple, and my manager wants to keep it that way.

Any guy you ask would say they think Selena Gomez is "so hot," and "would be lucky to have her." That's what I thought when I didn't date her. The so-called "perfect," body, the tan skin, the money. But being with her feels like a chore, like something I have to do.

"Oooooh!!!" Selena tapped me repeatedly after reading a text. "Taylor's going clubbing tonight. You wanna come with?"

I sighed, and looked over to my manager who was on her phone. She nodded and mouthed, Press.

I agreed and Selena clapped her hands and kissed me, leaving a sloppy red mark on my cheek.

Sorry short chapter but just a short introduction :)

XX Katy