Everything Goes Wrong....

June, I Have a Curse On You

"Oh my god.... there he is! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Justin Ackerman heard the usual screams of teenage girls who he knew, absolutely adored him. Ordinarily, he would stop and give them whatever they wanted, but he was late for a meeting with his producers.
Being a star isn't easy, Justin thought, as he regrettibley turned down the request of an autograph. Justin hated snubbing people who he knew adored him, afraid it might give him a bad reputation. Although most people saw him as the hottest guy on earth, there was this one person that really turned Justin's stomach inside out. She was the most beautiful girl-- flowing blonde hair, frosty blue eyes, a slender physique and looked like a movie star all her own. One problem--she hated him. He had no idea who she was, but all he knew was that she hated him. He figured she was the only person who thought negatively about him and otherwise would have pushed her thoughts in the farthest corner of his mind, if he hadn't had a crush on her.
We aren't talking about your everyday, "boy she's hot" crush, we're talking he spends any free time he can looking up her identity kind of crush. He had to know who this person was--it was his personal mission. Sometime after the first time he saw her, he had made up a little poem about his loyalty to finding her:

Dear person, I swear
that someday wherever you are
I will be there
It shall be my goal
to find your location
and your soul

And from the moment he wrote that simple poem, he repeated it everytime he tried to find where she was. Some months later, he made a tune to go along with it, which he knew he would sing to her when he found her. He had the moment chisled in his head: he would see her, sing the song, and then she would kiss him out of pure love. It was perfect.
In the meantime, Justin thought about her all the way to his meeting, and remembered the first thing she had ever said to him, "You are an airheaded, arrogant, ugly snob and always will be. I hate you!" He sighed at the sound of her voice, and missed her presense deeply.
Justin walked up the hard cement stairs and walked into the cold, cruel looking building. He had no clue whatsoever why it was cold and cruel, it just was. He pondered the thought for a moment, and proceeded towards the elevator.
As he stepped into the elevator and pressed the ninth floor button, June Henry was riding her horse through the apple orchards of Montana.
It was an idyllic, summer afternoon with the warm breeze swimming in and out of her hair, and the sun beating down on her back. She started out on her afternoon ride with the comfort of slow walking, and accelerated to the bumpy trot and eventually galloping through the trees. She leaned close to her white mare, Ivory, and felt her horse's muscles work like a panthers' and urged her to go faster. She went faster and faster, and raced in and out of the orchards until the beads of sweat dripped down each of their foreheads. June slowed Ivory down and out of fields, and walked her slowly to the old oak in the middle of the grazing field for the other horses. Most of the other horses generally stayed away from this section of the field because the grass was never very plentiful; June delibrately mowed this part so that she could have a place for her and Ivory to be together in. And, she just liked the tree. It was an old, massive tree that had several carvings in its bark, twisting branches that twirled to the top of the tree, and a birdfeeder that she made in first grade hung up on the lowest branch.
She climbed up to the second highest branch and watched below as Ivory paced back and forth, wondering where June had gone. June let out a small whimper as she noticed a bee buzzing around her head, which gave her position away to Ivory. Ivory let out a quiet whinney and playfully pushed her head against the tree. June, on the other hand, was swatting bees away from her head. She looked longily at the ground, wishing she hadn't climbed up the retarded tree, and slowly descended down the great oak. She continued slapping at the angry bees, which were rapidly growing in quantity, and jumped down in panic, not knowing how large the drop was. She landed awkwardly on the grass with an unatural cracking noise next to Ivory, who was startled and started to run off. Before she ran off, Ivory had inadvertantly kicked June in the face, leaving a round red mark on her cheek. June paid almost no attention to Ivory running off- she was almost glad that her idiotic horse was gone, all she had done was make a bad situation worse.
In fact, now all June noticed was the incredible pain that had shot up her leg, and the bees swarming and randomly stinging her everywhere on her body that they could find. June atempted to run out of the field, with the bees gathering around her head, and dove into the grimy pond that was full of mosquito eggs. Luckily, the bees had left her alone, and she disgustingly got out of the bacteria mixing pot of a pond, and limped away wearily to the farmhouse in exruciating pain.
She slammed the door on her way in, and scraped some of the horse poop that she had stepped in on her way to the house on the carpet, and searched for her boyfriend, Jake.
"JAKE? WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!???" she screamed in agony. Jake came running out of the bathroom, zipping his pants up, and rushed to her need.
"Yes honey what seems to be the-- oh my-- well, son of a gun, I guess I didn't call the exterminator!" Jake said, in a sort of joking manner, mixed in with great fear.
"No, I'm afraid you didn't. Now-- go get me a couple of bags of frozen peas and A BUCKET OF HOT WATER!! AND CALL THE EXTERMINATOR!!!" she demanded, screaming. Great-- now she had a sore throat. She fell into the couch and started sobbing; she had the worst luck, ever since she Justin Ackerman mentioned her name on the news on the fateful day. She remembered it clearly and vividly in her mind:
"And just to let you know, June Henry, I have a curse on you!" he had said, and ran his fingers through his greasy, black hair. It was supposed to be a joke, and at first, June figured that the person he was talking about was a member of his faculty or something, but after then, she had had the worst luck-- funny, that was the day she had met Jake.
In reality, it was a joke. And June Henry was a member of Justin Ackerman's backstage crew. The June who was a crew member had a joke with Justin about the coincedence of tripping on a wire everytime he sang on stage during a concert. Justin often said that it was a curse, and eventually started saying this inside joke on national television until it bacame his motto that every teenage girl on earth knew about: "I have a curse on you, June Henry!" and everybody laughed at it, although most of them didn't understand it in the first place.
But this June had not thought it was funny at all. Not one bit. Especially since the curse had been happening to her, instead of that other June.
About a year ago, June was forced to go to his concert by one of her friends. She hated his guts, and knew exactly what she was going to say to him, "You are an airheaded, arrogant, ugly snob and always will be. I hate you!" And she did. But she didn't know that Justin had remembered it, or even heard it at all.
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Justin finally got out of the boring meeting, which had seemed to last for hours. They had decided to extend the contract with the record company to five more albums, since his contract was nearing an end.
Justin hurried home and jumped to his computer and began the search. There was this one site that he was avoiding, a search site, because he remembered someone had posted a message that offended him. But today he wondered if maybe he'll find her adress there.
Surprisingly enough, he did. He didn't even think the site was legal, but oh well. He printed it out immediatly, and called his best friend, Marshal.
"I found her, Marshal. I found her." he repeated that for about five minutes until Marshal just eventually hung up.
Why hadn't I had used that site before? Justin thought, and started making plans on going out to Montana.
He knew, of course, that he would have to venture in diguise. So, he pulled out as many ugly clothes and weird looking things from his closet as he possibely could. He deicded on a disco suit, a large, puffy, rainbow colored afro used for halloween, a feather boa, and to top it all off, the famous plastic glasses connected to a black mustache. He put it on, and modeled himself.
"It seems to be missing something....." he said to himself, and thought about what it was missing. Of course-- it suddenly hit him-- a bowler hat! He pulled the brown bowler hat out from his closet, and placed it carefuly on the top of his huge clown-afro.
Satisfied, Justin proceeded out of the apartment and to his traveling agent. He knew he could have just called the travel agent, but he was also testing to see if the outfit worked. It did--sort of. People didn't recognize him, but they also gave him funny looks. Justin HATED funny looks, and ran to the travel office.
When he finally got there, he noticed that it was closed. He almost forgot-- it was Sunday. Oh well, he would just use a regular plane. So, Justin proceeded happily to the airport (he hailed a taxi, of course) and was ready to buy an airplane ticket.
"That went smoothly," Justin thought, as he easily bought a plane ticket to Montana. He left the airport and started eagerly packing his things.

Finally, the day had come where he was going to travel to his lovers house. He got to the airport and waited silently for the plane to arrive.
Forty-five minutes later, Justin began to get angry.
"Where is that plane? This is the right gate, isn't it?" He looked down at his ticket and then up at sign. His ticket read, "F-16", and the sign said, "E-16." Panic striken, Justin looked at his watch, that read 3:30, and back at his ticket which also read 3:30. He jumped up and started running as fast as he could down the airport and to gate F-16. In the process, he lost his fuzzy afro and bowler hat, and realised that he had also left his ticket back at the other gate. Or else it had fallen out of his hands.
"I need to get my ticket," Justin told the gate attendant, panting. She looked at him suspiciously, and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, sir, the plane is going to leave soon. If you can get your ticket in time, then go ahead, Good luck." she told him, threw up her hands, and grabbed tickets from other passengers.
Justin never knew he could run that fast in his entire life. He got back in time-- in time to watch the plane take off. With his face and hands pressed on the window, Justin sank down to the floor and started banging his head on the window, sobbing.
"What do you think you're doing? Get your grubby hands off my window!" the crabby custodian commanded. He lifted his hands off the window and slowly walked down to the ticket office and purchased another ticket to somewhere a little closer. He went to the right gate, and was on time. Unfortunately, the plane was NOT on time.
"Will all passangers in gate A-13 please be informed that your plane is delayed by five minutes."
Justin sighed, and was glad that it was delayed by only five minutes. Five minutes later, it was announced that the plane was to be delayed by five hours.
Eighth hours later, it was announced that the flight was cancelled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!A:ARGHGHGG GODGOERGKPERKGOREKGOERKOERKGOPREKG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1" Justin screamed out in anger, and then started cursing. He was then escorted out of the airport, where he sat, depressed, on the side of the road. He took off his fake glasses, and sobbed in his hands.
"Oh MY GOD---- It's JUSTIN ACKERMAN!!!!!" Justin heard someone scream. Instantly, a large crowd of teenage girls surrounded him, along with many photographers who seemed to come out of nowhere.
"GO AWAY!!!!" He yelled at them all, and ran into the airport crying. He bought yet another flight to Monatana, and boarded it almost immediatly. He sat in his seat, which was inbetween a fairly large man and a woman with a baby.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Justin grabbed a pillow from the overhead compartment and placed it under his neck and started to slowly fall asleep.
Whenever he had boarded a regular plane before, he always heard a little kid or baby cry somewhere in coach, and laughed at whoever had the misfortune of sitting next to the screaming baby. He never, of course, expected that he would ever be the person sitting next to the child.
Justin was wakened by the shrill scream of an unhappy baby. The mother at first tried to calm him down, but gave up after all her attempts failed. She just sat there, with the baby screaming away in her lap. This very much irritated Justin. Not only was the brat screaming in his ears, but the mother didn't even care about people suffering nearby. At least it stopped, three hours later, when it threw up all over Justin, and went peacefully to sleep.
Justin tried to ignore the smelly throw up that covered his disco suit, and leaned his chair back a little in attempt to fall asleep.
"Hey-- sir, GET OFF ME." the little kid in the seat directly behind him shouted, and started kicking his seat. Justin glared angrily back at the kid, and pulled his seat forward. Except that it wouldn't go forward. It was stuck. Angry and irriatated, the kid continued to kick his seat for the rest of the flight.
Justin gladly accepted the food that was given to him, since he hadn't eaten for hours. He outstretched his arms to grab his meal when the kid behind him gave one hard kick and made the tray of food spill all over Justin and the woman with the baby. The baby woke up and started screaming, of course, and the woman started screaming at Justin.
"Why don't you watch what you're doing? I can't believe how rude you are! you don't care about anyone around you, except for yourself! Flight attendant!" the woman called out over her hollering child. Justin rolled his eyes and waited as the flight attendant reached the seats.
"How may I help you?" she asked.
"This man purposly spilled his hot tray of food all over my child and myself! My little boy now has third degree burns!!" the woman exagerated. Actually, only the milk had spilled on the baby, which didn't even hurt him at all. It just startled him.
"SIR, I'm going to have to ask you to not molest the other passengers on the plane." the flight attendant told him bitterly. Justin slumped into his seat and prayed for the flight to be over soon.
Three hours later, the plane finally landed. Justin quickly shoved people out of the way and ran off the plane.
The first thing he did was buy some food. He shoved two quaters into the vending machine and waited impatiently as the Chewy Louie Bar slowly came out and--got stuck. Justin violently shook the machine and screamed.
Okay, enough of that. It was time to buy some food from one of the airport restaurants. He went up to the McRonalds and ordered two "big rons" and reached into his pocket and would have pulled out some money if he hadn't discovered that his wallet was missing.
Screaming, Justin ran out of the airport and hailed a taxi.
"Where to?" the taxi driver asked.
"Berryton Orchards," he said. The taxi driver twisted his neck around and gave him a look of suspicion, and shrugged his shoulders.
It turned out to be a four hour drive to Berryton Orchards, and was 3:00 in the morning when he arrived.
The taxi driver laughed heartily and pointed to the amount of the fee. Justin's jaw practically dropped to the ground when he read it, and he quickly got out of the taxi and ran. the driver yelled, and also got out of the car, but it was too late. Justin had cleverly climbed up a tree.
"Can't catch me..." Justin started to say until he noticed that an angry swarm of Africanized Killer Bees were buzzing around his head. Justin screamed and jumped out of the tree and swatted the bees until he saw the pond.
He jumped into the same pond that June had five days earlier, and got out covered in mosquito larvae.
Disgusted, Justin slowly began walking through the field aimlessly and half an hour later found the farmhouse where June and Jake were sleeping innocently in their bed.
Justin pounded on the door and screamed for someone to come out. A sleepy woman, whose face was swollen and had pus-spuing hives answered the door.
"Who are----"
"Dear person, I swear that someday wherever you, are I will be there. It shall be my goal to find your location and your soul!!!!!!!" Justin screamed, rather than sing. Although ugly at the moment, Justin could recognize the woman standing before him as the one who he was in love with.
"You're Justin Ackerman, aren't you?" June asked casually.
"Yes I am..."
"You are an airheaded, arrogant, ugly snob and always will be. I hate you!" she yelled at him, and slammed the door bitterly in his face.