Stage Two, Unfortunately
Okay, this can't be happening. I'm not seriously doing this. I'm going insane. Yeah, that's it! I've lost my mind. Huh. . .I wish. But there has to be some kind of logical explaination as to why I'm sitting on Justin's sofa, staring at him, completely engulfed by his raw masculinity.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
This is Justin I'm talking about here. Justin Randall Timberlake. One of my closest friends. But I'm checking him out like the millions of hormone-crazed teenagers out in the world. Is that normal? I know that Tiffany would be absolutely estatic about this, but this is a HUGE no, no in my book. You don't go fantasizing about your friends. . .
Oh shit! He just caught me staring! Damn it. No, he has that damn smile. That once cute smile has turned into something sexy. Sexy? Did I just say that something was sexy about Justin? Oh God, I've officially lost my mind.
"Is there something I can help you with?" I hear Justin's voice and nearly jump out of my skin.
"Um. . .what? I mean. . .Why? Why do you ask?" Okay, now that was pathetic. Justin laughs. At me of course. It's not the first time, but for some odd ass reason, I feel slightly embarrassed.
"Since when do you have a speech impediment?" My eyes have found there way to his and I swallow hard. I can't think of anything witty to say. What the hell! That's my thing. I always I have something to say.
Think. . .think. . .
"Shut up." Wow, just wow.
"Shut up?" Yeah Jay, I know, "Okay dude, whatever you say." I watch as his tall and slender frame rises from his couch. He's headed for the kitchen. I take a deep breath, expelling it slowly once he's out of earshot. I've got to get out of here. But I can't, I promised Jay some exclusive friend time. I have to find some excuse. . .
AHA! I got it. Tiffany owes me one. It's her fault my brain has shut down and my hormones are in overdrive.
I crane my neck, looking to see if Justin's still in the kitchen. He is, thank God, completely preoccupied with some type of quick-fix meal. That should give me five minutes tops. I quickly make a grab for my purse that's sitting on the floor by my side of the sofa. I get my cell out and dial the familiar numbers quickly.
"Tiff here."
"Tiffany, call me back in like two seconds." I whisper hurriedly, while checking to see if Justin was coming back.
"Whoa, why are you whispering?"
"'Cause I don't want Justin to hear." Damn asswipe. I opted to keep that to myself.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't, just call back in two seconds Tiffany." I'm pleading with her now as I hear Justin clearing things off the counter and throwing stuff into the sink.
"You're being weird. Are you. . ." I didn't give her a chance to finish. I hung up as soon as I heard Justin's footsteps. I drop my cell back into my bag and placed it back on the table quickly. Within in seconds, Justin's strolling towards me.
"Grab these?" I hear him ask as his figure hovered above me. He gestures towards the two bottles of sodas tucked beneath his arm. I grabbed them and placed them on the coffee table before excepting the plate he offered me. A sandwich layed on top of it.
"What kind?" I ask him as I settle comfortably into the couch cushion.
"Turkey Ham."
"Cheese?" He nodds before biting into his sandwich.
"And mayo." he mumbles through the sandwich in his mouth. I nod and bite into the sandwich. It's good, which is surprising considering Justin made it.
"Give me a soda." Justin demands. I turn and look at him, my brow raised comically.
"What's the magic word?" I ask picking up the soda and teasingly waving it around.
"Now?" He said it with this 'duh' look on his face.
"Nope, try again." I say as I pull the soda closer to me. He roll his eyes and smiles at me. Damn that smile.
"Give me a soda," he pouts, "Please?" His face and tone are priceless. I smile at him and hand him the soda reluntantly.
"Bastard." I grumble and before I know it, he's kissing me. My cheek that is. It's a sloppy kiss. He did that purposely in order to disgust me as I felt the grainy particles of bread crumbs against my cheek.
"Thank you!" He sounds like a five year old and he's grinning like he won the lottery.
"You are so fuckin' nasty!" I say, but can't help but smile as I wipe my cheek off.
"That's the way you like it." He's smiling cockily at me and I roll my eyes, even though my stomach knots up slightly and I'm smiling like a twelve year old school girl.
"Shut up!" I say as I turn my attention back to the television. What were we watching again?
"Is that the only pharse in your vocabulary now?" I nod stupidly. What is up with me? And where's Tiffany with my damn phone call?
"Would you do that?" I ask him as I gestured towards the television. It was "Fear Factor: Couples." They were passing some type of animal organ to their mate with their teeth. One word: Puke-a-licious.
"HELL NO!"
"Why not?" I question as I try to stifle my laugh. His facial expression was hilarious.
"First off: it's gross," He raises one finger before raising another, "Second of all: it's the couple's addition, and I don't have a girl." His tone was sad, not depressed, but not as excited as it was before.
"I'd go on there with you." Did I just say that!?!
"You would, huh?" he stops to think with a grin, "I guess we could pass through." Did he just say that?
"Well according to Tiffany, we could too." Okay, where's my phone call?
"She's been harassing you too?" Justin asked astonished, "Trace AND my mom have on back about you and me." My eyes involuntarily widen.
"Are you for real?" I ask, just as shocked as him, "What is up with that?" Yeah, like I wasn't falling into it.
"I don't know, but they need to get through their heads that we are not like that." I nod in agreement, but can't help but wonder why he's so appalled by the thought of us dating.
"I know right? I mean come on! Me? go out with you? Never in a million years." Okay, so maybe I was a little exaggerated in my tone of voice, but hey, if he can be appalled, so can I.
"What do you mean by, 'Me? go out with you?'" Justin questions.
"I meant what I said." He furrows his brows.
"You think that you're too good for me?" Whoa, where did that come from?
"No, I was just agreeing with you!" Damn it Tiffany! I'd love to get that call now!
"I didn't say it like that." Is he actually angry?
"Justin you can't seriously be mad over this."
"I'm not mad." he hisses. Somebody has something up his ass.
"Sure, and OJ didn't do it."
"Well, I see he's a free man." There isn't a bit of humor in his tone, I can feel him turning cold.
"Whatever, Justin. Can we just drop this?" I turn towards the t.v. again. If Tiffany would've called like I asked I wouldn't be sitting here right now. Getting the silent treatment from Justin. After about twenty minutes of dead silence I feel a poke in sides and I smile automatically, I'm ticklish as hell.
"Sorry." Justin mumbled it so quickly that I barely caught it.
"It's cool," I smile at him, "homeslice." He laughed.
"Homeslice?" I nodded, "Okay."
"Don't laugh at my word," I whine, "I don't laugh when you say murder."
"'Cause man, murder has some type of meaning. . .What the hell is a 'homeslice'?"
"Fuck you Justin. You are officially kicked out of the Homeslice Association." He laughed even harder at that.
"The Homeslice Association?" He's practically in tears, "Wow. Alonsha do me a favor and never but me in any of your associations again." He points at me when you he says 'your' and I smack his hand down playfully.
"Like I said Timberlake: Fuck you."
"No Alonsha, fuck you" His voice was suggestive and I shoved him.
"Go to hell." I whined.
"Save me a seat?"
"You know it."
~*~*~
Now it's been about, I don't know, two. . . maybe three weeks since my early traces of physical attraction have occured and to be honest with you, things have progressively gotten worse. Now I can't help but notice every last thing about him. Okay, so maybe I did that before, but now my senses are hightened ten times more whenever I'm around him. I can even predict his impending sneezes.
I know, it's gross. Too much mush for any human being to endure, but how do you think I feel?
As you probably guessed, I never got that call from Tiffany and don't worry, I kicked her sorry ass. Not literally, but it was definitely a war of words. She claims that she didn't call because it wouldn't have been good for me and Justin's "relationship." I wanted to smack the smile off her face when she said that, but the more I thought about it, I was kind of happy that she never called.
That night was fantastic. Me and Justin watched movies, talked about every topic known to man, and we even woke up in each other's arms. Well, not exactly. His head was on my shoulder and it prevented me from getting a comfortable position, which led to a Charlie horse in the morning, but it was worth being that close to him. Hearing him breathe. Smelling his cologne. . .
God, I sound like a stalker.
But anyways, I haven't seen Justin in three days. He's flying back home from New York after doing his photo shoot for his album cover. He's not done with recording and picking out songs, but he wanted to get it over and done with. So here I am. At the airport's "Celebrity" exit. Waiting patiently in the backseat of his Escalade. Mike, one of his bodyguards, is sitting in the front seat. Through the tinted windows, I can see a group of hopeful paparazzi practically drooling at the thought of getting an exclusive shot of Justin. But how is it exclusive when there are forty other guys standing with you, waiting for the same money shot?
It doesn't matter anyway because as soon as I here the cameras going off and questions being screamed, I know that Justin's on his way.
The door finally swings open and the screams get louder and the flashes get brighter, but it only last a second before Lonnie, bodyguard number two, slams the door shut after Justin.
"Hey!" Justin greets me with a kiss on the cheek, making a "muah" sound in the process.
"How was the shoot?" I ask him as he settles into his seat.
"It was okay," he said absent-mindedly as he put on his seatbelt, "I felt kinda dumb. . .twirling around and shit while some dude calls me 'beautiful'." He's smiling now, his eyes are bright with amusement.
"Did he tell you to give him sexy?" I'm cheesing like hell as I see the blush creeping into his face. He scratched his cheek nervously.
"Come to think of it, I might have been violated on that set." he says jokingly, causing everybody to laugh, "But what about you, Beautiful? You miss me?"
Like you wouldn't believe. "Boy please, I celebrate everytime you leave." Justin pouts, crosses his arms across his chest, and huffs like a six year old.
"Geez, Alonsha! You could've lied for the sake of my feelings." I rolled my eyes with a smile.
"Aww, Jay," I touched his arm, but he swatted my hand away, "You know I love you." He turns to me and smiles. His arm snakes around my neck and he pulls me towards him, purposely suffocating me in his armpit.
"I love you too, girl!"
"I can't breathe, Justin!" I mumble into his underarm.
"What's that?" Justin asks as if he's deaf.
"I CAN'T BREATHE!!" I shout as best as I can without using all that's left of my air supply.
"OH! You can't breathe!" He releases me from my armpitty prison, "Why didn't you say that the first time?" I glare at him and punch his arm. He lets out an exaggerated 'ow' and turns to face his bodyguards, that are laughing at our childish antics.
"Aren't you guys suppose to protect me from people like her?" He questions them increduously.
"People like me?"
"Yeah, crazy people!" His tone is playful, luckily for him.
"I resent that."
"Resent it all you want," He rest comfortably against the chair and he rolls his head to face me, "But you're still crazy."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"White people are crazy." He's ready to respond but I cut in, "I wouldn't say that if I were you, Justin. There's three of us and one of you." He face flatters and he pouts again.
"And why are we friends again?" He's smiling again.
"Because I'm, " I break out into a song, "Beautiful, I just want you to know, I'm your favorite girl." I hear him groan at my horrible singing and I laugh along with everyone else in the car.
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