Haylie had just arrived home from work. She was excited. Her husband was returning home tonight. He had been on tour for months, and she missed him so much. She couldn’t wait ‘til she was in his arms again. Not even five minutes in the door there was a loud knock.

She looked down at her watch. It wasn‘t time for him to be home yet. Even if it was him, why would he knock. “Who could that be?” She questioned out loud.

After placing her pocket book down on the couch, she quickly walked over to the front door. She twisted the knob to open the door. Upon opening it, two men dressed in police uniform stood before her.

“How can I help you, Officers?” She asked with the look of confusion showed upon her face.

“Is this the Timberlake residence?” One of the cops stepped forward to ask.

She nodded hesitantly. “Yes, this is.”

“Do you know a…” he looks down at the white piece of paper he was currently holding, “Justin Timberlake?”

“Yes, he’s my husband. What’s going on?” She began to panic.

“There was an accident. Your husband’s truck was sideswiped by an eighteen wheeler.”

“What?!” She screamed. “Is he ok? How is he? He has to be ok. Right?” She really began to panic.

The officer shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mam. Unfortunately your husband was the only one that didn’t survive.”

“Oh my God!” She screamed again. The tears already streaming down her face. “No. He can’t be gone. This is not happening.” She began to cry hysterically. Her knees became weak, and the officer caught her before she hits the ground.

The day of the funeral was pure and utter chaos. It was supposed to be a time for the family to grieve, but it turned into a media circus. Everyone was in complete shock when they found out that music’s boy wonder, Justin Timberlake, had died. There was no moment of silence, because of the flashes coming from the shutterbugs and the questioning coming from various news anchors.

Haylie paid no attention to it at all. She just sat there very morbid-like, dressed in black, as they lowered the casket into the cold ground. Her and Justin’s friends and family didn’t even think that she was in her right mind that day. She just sat there, staring. Her face pale, her eyes red and puffy. She had cried so much that there was nothing left. Her tears were no more.

“Justin, you’re such a sore loser.” Haylie said as she and Justin walked back into the kitchen of their house. They had just finished a game of one-on-one.

“I am NOT a sore loser.” He walks over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“Yes, you are.”

“Am NOT.” He whined.

“What are you…five years old?” She placed her hands on her hips. “So, what I beat you by a couple of points in basketball. You’ll live.”

He grabbed the water. “The only reason you won is because I let you win.” He unscrewed the cap and took a swig.

“Yeah, just like you let me win in golf . Right?” She said sarcastically.

“Basically.”

She scoffed. “You will never admit it. Will you?”

“Admit what?” He questioned his wife.

“Admit that I can whip your ass in golf and basketball.”

He rolled his eyes. “That is so not true.”

“That is SO true. Sore loser.” She taunted.

“I am NOT a sore loser. You…cheater.”

She scoffed again. “How am I a cheater?” She pointed to herself.

“Look at you.” He pointed to her current outfit which had consist of a pair of short spandex gym shorts, sports bra, and tank top. “With your perfect breasts, and perfect ass. I got distracted.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “You got distracted?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

“So, you mean to tell me that I cheated because of all of this.” She moved her hands up and down her body.

He nodded again. “I couldn’t concentrate on the game because all of that was taking me away from it.” She shook her head in shame, and began to walk out of the kitchen. “Where you going?”

“My perfect breasts and ass are headed upstairs to take a shower.” She began to walk toward the stairs. “Sore loser.” She mumbled loudly enough for him to hear.

“Hey, I heard that.” He began to follow her.

Justin and Haylie lay at the foot of their bed, on their stomachs trying to come up with a new message for their answering machine.

Justin pressed the record button on the black box. “Hi you’ve reached the Timberlakes. My wife and I…”

Haylie cuts him off. “…YOUR wife? What? You like own me now?”

“Yeah, I do. Stop cutting me off.”

Haylie chuckles. “Anyways.” She hit the erase button, and pressed the record button. “Hi you’ve reached Justin and Haylie. Leave a message and we’ll call back…maybe.” She said excitedly.

Justin turned to his wife. “That is the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Shut up! It rhymed. I like it.”

He pressed the erase button. “Oops.”

She sighs. “Fine. Let’s just do one together. Ok.”

He put his hands up. “Wait a minute. Isn’t that something only really cheesy couples do.”

She placed an arm around Justin’s shoulder. “I hate to break it to ya, but we are a really cheesy couple, Mister.”

He thinks about it. “Good point.”

“Ok.” She then presses the record button again. “Hi you’ve reached Haylie…”

He cuts her off. “…And Justin. I live here too.”

“Yes, Justin lives here too, because we’re married now…”

“…And we can’t get to the phone right now because we’re um…” He then turns to Haylie.

“…having sex. I mean we’re just having hot sex…”

Justin’s eyes lit up and he began to attack his wife’s neck with kisses, as he flipped them over.

Haylie begins to giggle. “Oh uh.” She pretended to moan. She was starting to get caught in the moment. “Oh! We’re still on. Uh leave a message…”

“…And we’ll get back to you when we’re done.” Justin broke away to finish the message, but then went back to his task.

Haylie laughs as they roll off the bed.