A/N: (Sorry it took so long to update againâ”Iâve been busy for a little and have hardly been on the computer! But I finally got time to just sit down and write the next chapter:)Once again thanks for your reviewsâ”I appreciate it!)
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Itâs been a week since everything has happened and today, Justinâs FINALLY coming home. The doctors have been very pleased with how his condition gets better everyday and finally gave the thumbs up to release him. I cannot tell you how happy I was to hear this, but I think Justin was more excited.
âTHANK GOD! I wonât be forced to lay in a bed all day anymore!â
Unfortunately, the doctors told him he still had to rest a little and he let out the famous groan we all know and love.
I sighed and laughedâ”I donât think we need kidsâ”he acts as if he is one.
It feels good to laugh and just smile again, well except for the other problems I have right now.
I bet youâre wondering where my so-called parents are. Theyâre staying at Paul and Lynnâs house here in California for a couple more days. I havenât talked to them since the ugly confrontation we had last week. I just canât deal with this right now. As for Lynn, I finally forgave her two days ago, much to Justinâs satisfaction. It wasnât easy, but I realized that she didnât give up on Justin on that February night. I still donât understand why she didnât tell me, but the important thing is that Justinâs alive and he wouldnât be if Lynn hadnât done anything. So weâre good now.
Except for the fact that sheâs letting my parents stay in her house. Yarg.
So here we are helping Justin get ready to leave this place. Heâs so jumpy to go home that heâs freaking out the doctors, scaring them that heâll fall or somethingâ”itâs quite entertaining. But surprisingly, heâs fine. Heâs walking around as if he was never in an accident. And he looks like he was never in one either. His stitches were taken out while he was in a coma and he only has one faintly bad scar on his back. But otherwise, heâs still the same.
Ever since this morning, heâs been saying on how he wants to make this all up to me. Like how he wants to just go back to the way things were. I get the feeling he thinks this is his fault, which it isnât. Itâs that stupid idiot who decided âHey! I think Iâm gonna go get drunk tonight and then maybe Iâll make the unwise decision to drive! Sounds like a good idea!â
Well obviously he didnât pay an ounce of attention to the D.A.R.E program.
I found out yesterday that the guy ended up dying, which I feel bad, but I realized that Justin was about to die right with him and that got my mind off of the guy.
âOkay, Iâm FINALLY ready!â Justin says.
âWow, I think this is a recordâ”you actually got ready fast,â I tease.
âHah hah hah, very funny,â he replies as he leaves a quick kiss on my lips.
As he leads me out the door with his hand guiding me, I take a look back at the room before I leave. It makes me sad that Justinâs been in here for what seems like forever. It makes me sad that he was even in here at all. But itâs all done and over with. Heâs coming back home.
We meet Paul and Lynn and the doctor in the front lobby, all three having smiles on their faces.
âAlright, Justin. Youâre out of hereâ”just be careful and take it easy for a few days,â the doctor says.
Justin rolls his eyes as the doctor looks at me.
âThat probably means youâll have to watch him like a hawk, Rachel, considering I got the eye roll,â the doctor teases.
Everyone laughs, except for Justin of course.
But then he has to open his big mouth.
âDonât worry doctor, I donât think sheâll have a problem with the âwatchingâ part,â he teases.
Now itâs my turn to roll my eyes and get red as a beet.
God, I hate it when he embarrasses me.
âWell how about we get home?â Paul asks.
Justin thanks the doctor for everything heâs done and after the rest of us does the same, we walk out of the hospital and towards Paul and Lynnâs explorer.
Surprisingly, I donât see any frantic fans. Good, hopefully this hasnât gotten out yet. We havenât figured out how to tell this to almost the whole world, but thatâs not on our minds right now.
Too bad we donât see a couple of cameramen hiding behind a few bushes as we leave the parking lot and head towards home.
Itâs about four in the afternoon and weâre at our home. Paul and Lynn were going to stay, but Justin and I both insisted that they should go home and get rest. Anyways, it feels good to be here again, especially for Justin. After a few minutes of persuading him (plus showing him my famous puppy lips) heâs laying down on the couch watching TV with a blanket covering him.
Meanwhile, Iâm standing by the island in our kitchen trying to figure out what the heck I can make for dinner tonight. Itâs been a while since I cooked somethingâ”except for macaroni and cheese and other microwavable things. I want to cook something nice for Justinâs âwelcome homeâ dinner, but some of the things he likes might be too much for him right now. I look through the cupboards and find spaghetti sauce. He always did like pasta. So pasta he shall have!
I donât worry about banging the pots around while I get them out because I hear Justin laugh at Spongebob.
Oh boy, donât get me wrong. I love Spongebob, but he really does act like a kid.
But then again, it is kind of pathetic for us to be watching Spongebob when Justinâs 24 and Iâm 22. Aw come on, I know you canât resist turning on Nickelodeon to watch that funny and adorable character.
So I begin to get out all the stuff I need to make the pasta after I begin to boil the water. I also decide to make a salad and get out that Italian bread we both like.
As soon as Spongebob ends, I hear the channels flipping until I hear Clay Aikenâs âInvisibleâ echo through the room.
âIf I was invisible then I could just watch you in your rooom, if I was invisible Iâd make you mine tonightttt,â Justin sings out like he doesnât know how to sing.
âI like that song so donât sing it like that!â I say as I laugh.
âWhat else am I supposed to do?! Iâve been forced to lay down here so I might as well find something entertaining to do!â he teases.
âYou could always go back to the hospital and entertain yourself and I by eating that âdeliciousâ food!â
âYuck, donât remind me of that disgusting crap!â he whines. âSpeaking of food, what are ya cooking good lookinâ?â
âI thought Iâd cook pasta tonight, and nice pick up line. Cheesy, but nice.â
âI only speaketh the truth,â he says in a theatrical way as I laugh. âDo you need any help?â
âNope, Iâm fine. You just stay there until I say dinnerâs ready.â
âUgh. Fine!â Justin whines as he begins to flip through the channels again.
I shake my head as I prepare the salad while watching the pasta cook.
I begin to hear the opening music to MTV News.
âHello there world! Itâs good to be seen! Iâm Sway and this is MTV News! Here is some surprising and shocking news to all you NSYNC and Justin Timberlake fans out there!â
As soon as I heard those words, I knew what was about to happen. I stopped cooking, turned the stove off, and quietly stood behind the couch that Justin was on while we both watched the TV.
âAs you all know, Justin was in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver back in February and died. Or did he? Take a look at this--a couple cameramen from a local news station in Los Angeles, California caught this footage on tape âsupposedlyâ today of Justin, his parents, and his wife, Rachel Kenzington, walking out of a local hospital. So the question isâ”is Mr. Justin Timberlake alive or not? Was this all a joke? Once again, we have no proof that this was taken today, but we will let you know as soon as more information comes. Thatâs it for MTV News for nowâ”have a good day!â
I stare at the TV in shock. We knew people would find out about this eventually, but not this fast.
Paparazzi should go to hell.
I look down at Justin and he looks like heâs about to cry.
I feel horrible right now. This wasnât how his first day at home was supposed to be. I walk towards the front of the couch and kneel down in front of him.
âJustinâŚitâll be okayâŚscrew those cameramen. Theyâre selfish assholes.â
ââŚThey think itâs a joke, Rachel. Why would I joke about something like this? I didnât even know anything until I woke up in that damn hospital bed over a week ago!â he cries.
I lean over and hug him tightly as he hugs back and continues to cry.
âItâs not fair, Rach, itâs not fairâŚâ
I couldnât agree with him more. Sometimes being a celebrity pays it price.
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