His hands misted into the delicate grain of her hair.
Sounds deplored from her lips as the world around her vanished.
A conservative lug parted them and their foreheads purposely collapsed together.
"I love you." They blurted at the same time.
Justin was the first to laugh. "Don't you look beautiful tonight, baby. I love your outfit. Especially the shirt." His eyes traveled downward to her leather tube top, which had a rose at the bottom of it.
She raised her hand to smack him across the face, but couldn't do it. "JUSTIN! Stop looking down my shirt. Your making me feel uncomfortable. I didn't bring a jacket with me. I'm going to get self conscious." She pulled his head up. "JUSTIN!"
His eyes blinked down for a second. "I'm sorry. I wasn't...I can't help it."
"I've wore tube tops before."
"Yeah. Smaller tube tops. That one covers up your stomach. I don't know, Kim. Your chest is really standing out for some reason. Can't...can't help but to look. Maybe it's because everything is covered up except...."
"Don't start this. Will you start respecting me as Kim the girl with a wonderful heart? And not KIM with the big breasts. The butt. I'm like you with the bulge. I hate being treated like a piece of meat." Her glossed lips left an imprint on his cheek.
"Okay, baby girl. Now I feel bad. I'm only normal though. And good God almighty your...heart is so sweet."
"Nice try." She said with a smirk. "Check this out, Justin." She twisted her arms up in a knot which was a talent only flexible people could do.
He closed his eyes in repulse. "Oh, that is SICK! I've asked you not to do that because it freaks me out, Kim. Why are you showing off your cheerleading skills in the car? Although I will admit I like that thing that you do when we..."
Her eyes gloated at the back windows of the rented BMW car. She was affronted with Justin. "You know what? I am so happy Mike just pulled up, because I can't stay in this car a second longer with you. Your ridiculous, Justin. I'm ready to see the movie." Before Mike was able to knock on the window on her side. She unimpeded the car door, and maneuvered out of the car. "Hey, Mike."
He smiled. "Hey, Kim. You look great. Ready to see the movie? You have the ticket I gave you earlier? Knowing you and Justin, ya'll probably lost them."
She rejected her ticket from her pocket. "Nope. I have it. Justin has his too."
Justin departed from the car, and bracket himself with Kim. "Hey, Mike."
"Hey, J." They did a hand shake. "I've brought an umbrella with me, because it's suppose to rain. New York is already chilly in September, and being wet is bad. And look at little miss Kim. I'm sorry. I don't want to seem too unprofessional here, but you are styling that outfit."
She giggled. "Thank you."
"Oh, your very welcome."
Justin linked his hand with Kim's, with a lovely and stunning smile. "I think your going to like this, babe. The Shining Two. The first one that was made in like the nineteen-seventies was scary as crap. I can't imagine how scary this is going to be. Don't worry, you will be sitting on my lap. I'll protect you, Kim." He grinned and osculated his lips over her bare shoulders, and then kissed her on the neck tenderly. "I love you." He moaned into her neck as he walked with her towards the entrance of the theater.
"You can't get enough of her can you, Timberlake?" Mike asked trying to bud out of their affection.
"Shut up, Mike. NO!" He rubbed on her leg with his large hand.
She propelled him with a slavish shove. "Oh, get away from me! You stupid ass! All you do is harass me, Justin. Stop touching me so much, dammit!" She laughed.
Justin froze and a shield of outrage coated his body. "HARASS? You just said all I do is harass you?"
She waved her head at him in attitude and blinked her eyes dramatically. She thought his angered appearance was a joke. "YEAH! You heard what I said. All you do is touch me. Don't you have anything better to do? HARASSMENT! Thats exactly what I said, JUSTIN!" She laughed gaudily.
"Okay! Since I HARASS your ass so much, I'm going to stay away for you. How about that?" He sped about four feet in front of her.
Her playful smile dropped instantly and her face depressed. "Justin? Justin, I was just playing. I didn't think you would get upset over what I said." She jogged to catch up with him. Mike was close to them but not close enough to intrude into their conflict. "Justin, I was just playing. Okay?" Her hand touched his arm. "Okay?"
He yanked his arm away from her. "Leave me alone, Kim."
"JUSTIN! Don't do this." She expressed, rubbing her temples. "Why are you so childish at times?"
He ignored her.
"Justin will you talk to me about this? I don't want to go into the movie fighting."
He shook his head. "I'm not talking to you about shit. Leave me alone."
She physically pulled him to the side, to a corner, where they could talk quietly. "Look, Justin. I was just playing. What is it about that that you don't understand? I didn't mean to offend you. I know you don't harass me. You are just loving and sweet. It would mean a lot to me if we could walk into the movies like normal people and have a good time. I don't want to fight, Justin. Not right now. Everyone will be here. Please don't ignore me."
"Are you finished yet?" He asked coldly.
She had strain in her voice. And her throat was becoming brittle and dry. "Justin, please. I don't want to fight with you right now. Please, let's just talk about this and sort everything out. I love you."
He rolled his eyes. "You have some nerve. Pulling me over here. I told you I'm not talking to you about shit! You understand me? I'm going to see the movie. Forget that. Harassment my ass." He rolled his eyes evilly again and strolled away.
Kim couldn't believe he actually left her. Left her standing by her lonesome in the chill of the New York night air. Not only did he leave, Mike left as well. Her eyes closed, and she held them closed while breathing off the tears she felt deep within her gut. When her eyes opened, she shivered at the reality of what just happened. In the matter of minutes Justin went from kissing all over her to pushing her from his shoulder. Awful. What an awful feeling she received from his hatred and serious expression. She didn't want any trouble. It was exactly what she got.
She entered the movie theater by herself, and gave her ticket to the ticket man, who tore her ticket in half and gave her the stump. She wandered through the movie theater, trying to find the door that led to the movie 'The Shining II' with the staring time of ten o'clock.
She permitted into a partially dimmed room. Immediately she saw the crew of people she grew so fond of. She was able to capture them because she spotted the bodyguards first, who were directed towards the back of the theater, lined up against the wall. The Nsyncers and their girlfriends were all a few rows ahead of the bodyguards, who were in view in case of a fan problem. She dragged her feet to the humming crowed.
"KIM! HEY GIRL!" Dani called, with a wave.
She waved back at her, and everyone else, but was not smiling and everyone could tell something was wrong with Justin and Kim. Just by the strange entrance they had made.
Justin had just sat down in his seat. He was passed a box of Sour Patch Kids and a large Coke, which the earlier arriving bodyguards had gotten for him.
"So, what's wrong, Justin? Why didn't you and Kim enter the movies together?" Chris asked nosily. Lance was on the other side of Justin listening for details.
He sniffed with a dry nose and shrugged for no reason. "I don't know what the hell her problem is. I said she looked good. I kissed her, and she's going to complain about I'm harassing her all the time. Harass? Give me a break. She can keep that shit to herself. She just don't know. I'll leave her alone alright. You can see were aren't even talking right now. That just pisses me off so bad. Thats just like saying. Oh, it's wrong to kiss your girlfriend. I was rubbing her leg...and? What the hell? And then she called me stupid."
Kim cut through the row Justin was in, saying hi to everyone. She place her rear against the back of the row of the seats, so she wouldn't have her butt in people faces. When she stood before Justin, she sat down on his knee, just as he had told her to earlier. "Justin." She whispered. "Is it okay that I sit here? And will you please talk to me about what happened outside?"
Nothing glowed on his face more than disgust and revolt. Looking into her eyes, made him chew his candy more slowly. "First of all you need to rise up, because you CAN'T sit here! And second of all you need to get out of my face with the wanting to talk shit. I said I'm leaving you alone, which INCLUDES not talking to you! Now get the fuck off of me."
Lance and Chris gasped at the verbal disagreement they were having.
Kim's mouth hung opened and she was so hurt that she stuttered. "Well....okay...we...well, you can show off in front of your friends if you want to, so you can look cool now. But your friends won't be the ones going back home with you. And watch I kick your fucking ass for talking to me like this in front of them." She rose from his leg.
He sucked his teeth at her. "You wish you could kick my ass. Bye, Kim. Leave now. No one wants you over here." He shooed her with his hand.
"Hey, I want her over...never mind." Chris mumbled.
She rapidly plowed through the row and moved up one. She passed by Dani, and then Joey and Kelly, who were kissing. There was an empty seat beside Kelly. She decided to take the seat. To the right of her was Charrah and Bobbi. To her luck Justin was right behind her.
"That was mean, Justin." Lance said with an unknowing smile.
"No, it wasn't. She won't take it too seriously. Besides if she wants to bitch. Let her. I don't care. She wishes she can kick my ass. She wishes."
"Yeah, Justin. You didn't have to diss her like that though." Chris said lightly.
"She's a baby. She's going to do her little pouty thing now. She's going to ignore everyone. She's a big baby."
"Yeah, but she's a fine one." Lance said shaking his head at her.
Charrah rubbed Kim's shoulder. "Kim, you okay? Are you and Justin having a bad fight?"
She laughed pathetically and looked down at her hands, after she set her white bag down in her lap. "I wouldn't say that...haha. He's just sick of me right now."
She gave her a side hug. "Awwww, you'll be okay."
Kim sort of rebelled against her, to keep from crying. "Oh, no. Don't do that. I'm fine." She attempted to smile, she wasn't sure if it worked though. "I'll....I'll be fine, Okay?" She gazed back at Justin, so he would get a look of her horrid feelings. But as soon as she did, he turned his head even more from her, by pretending to talk deeply to Lance.
She crossed her arms. And the more she sat alone without his presence, the more angry she became. It wasn't fair that they always had to be the couple acting stupid. They fought over the dumbest things possible. And it made her angry. Justin was too sensitive for her. He was able to say endless jokes and comments. The minute she threw a joke at him, he shut her off completely. And then he insulted her so vulgarly. She couldn't remember him being so rude, and especially in front of the guys. He was in one of his moods. She hated dealing with his mood swings. He was worst than a PMSing female. Once again, she viewed behind her. This time her and Justin made eye contact.
"WHAT? Why do you keep looking back here? Do you want some attention or something? Hey, I know. If you want attention, why don't you begin to cry and then kick and scream at the floor? That might help you." His body slouched back against his seat.
Her eyes widened and she felt the liquid peering into them. "What the HELL is your problem? Do you know exactly how rude you are being? And you are embarrassing both you and I. I hope your happy."
The room darkened and the huge screen in front of everyone lit up.
"Will you just turn around?"
"Will you just let me finish talking? Your arrogant behavior is just...ahhhh! I can't take this anymore. Okay, Justin. You want to ignore me and treat me like shit. Help yourself. Your only going to hurt yourself in the process. And you think your all of that and a bag of chips. The only thing you're good for is the sex. I did it all for the nookie, baby." She raised the roof. This had gotten out of hand, and aimless comments were being said now. Things that weren't meaningful, but confidence boots to the ones who said them.
Justin nudged Lance with his elbow and laughed loudly. "What's your word, man? Lame! Kim, that was just lame. It wasn't even funny. Just turn around. Just turn around. Hey, JC! Kim thinks your HOT! She loves your arms. She said that if she could date any one of the guys she'd pick you. Maybe I can switch with you. You take Kim and I take Bobbi?"
JC's head peeped over the seat. He was in the row in front of Justin along with Kim and the others. "REALLY?" He asked with dazed eyes. A smack on the thigh from Bobbi reminded him of something. "I mean...thats not funny, Justin." He turned back around to act as if the comment didn't affect him.
Justin placed his attention back on Kim, who was blushing now. " And you DON'T even want me to tell you the only thing you are good for. Your specialty is when you ride me. Uhhhho baby." He waved his tongue at her.
All that heard Justin's antic, heaved in jolt and shock. Everyone couldn't help but look back and fourth between him and Kim to peer at their facial utterance.
This was perhaps the most devastated Kim felt out of any fight she had with Justin. He watched her try to swallow as her rounded lips trembled and her eyes wrinkled, trying to hold back her tears. The contrast in her eyes lightened in pain, and without a word she turned around in her seat.
There was a small span of silence after Justin said what he did, because everyone was too confounded to speak.
As the previews went on and on, Kim did nothing but look down at her bag. She was so humiliated that everyone around her felt humiliated for her.
Charrah tried to lighten the mood and sat a pack of unopened Twislers in her lap. "Girl? We got you a pack of Twislers earlier, so you wouldn't have to wait in line to get candy. We heard you like them so..."
She nodded her head. "Thanks." She said in a poor whisper, which departed her mouth in more of a cry. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sit right in front of Justin during the entire movie. She was already crushed, she wouldn't be able to take it knowing he was so near her. She wanted to just run and go to the bathroom to just cry. But doing that would prove that he got to her. She wanted to be more impotent than that. She reserved her bag and her candy, stood up, and stared down the row. "Bobbi? Can you switch seats with me?" Her voice had converted to a horrid and deepened weep. She sounded awful.
With his ears detecting this sound, Justin watched Kim flip her hair back out of her face, in the middle of her scalp only, so the sides of her hair were covering her face. She was crying, but was trying to be strong and not show it. That face. To see her face flushed with sickness from embarrassment, and to see liquid drops discharge from her pained eyes killed him. Normally he would look away when he saw her hurting, but not this time. She was so injured and tarnished emotionally, that he couldn't stop gawking at her. A coldness overcame him and he thought his heart had exploded in his chest. It wounded him even more to know that she was trying to hide it. Deny her sadness. Ignore it. She was trying to hold in her emotion because she didn't want to be considered a baby, which he had called her several times broadly. It hurt him more than anything to see that because she was such an emotional person, and she did better when she let her emotions flow rather than bottle them up.
"Uh, sure. Yeah. Yeah, we can switch seats. That would be fine."
Kim noticed that Bobbi was sitting next to JC, and they were holding hands, until Bobbi's hand released from JC's so she could get up. She presented her full hands in front of her. "Oh, no. It's totally okay." She cried softly. "I've changed my mind. I'll sit on the end. You and JC deserve to sit next to each other." Her slender body subsisted down the row, and she almost had to jump over JC's long legs. "Excuse me. Sorry." She whispered, trying her hardest not to break down. Her seat was the very last occupied on the row, but there were more empty seats as the row went down further.
JC rubbed her back in a friendly manner, trying to comfort her in any way possible. Cries were not escaping from her mouth, but her eyes were bleeding. Bobbi watched Kim carefully because she to felt bad for her. "Kim, are you alright?" He asked.
She shook her head. "Yeah. I think I'm catching a cold or something. My eyes are tearing up for some reason."
"Your crying. Thats why."
"No, really. I'm fine." She stretched her bag open and stole a Kleenex from a small packet of them she had. She didn't blow her nose, but held the Kleenex to it, because it was dripping.
Chris wavered his head. "She's crying, man. Your actually made her cry. I told your ass you were being too mean. Now you have her sitting on the end of the row by herself crying. I mean, Dani and I aren't sitting together, but everything is fine with us. Kim is crying. Don't you feel bad for her? You shouldn't have said some of that shit to her and especially not in front of us. She's devastated. Who wouldn't be?"
Slowly Justin's head rotated from Kim, and he gazed at Chris with his glossy eyes. He wasn't able to speak, but his face told a whole story. He was sorry for what he did to her. The fact that she had her head down and was obviously sniffling, ripped the little heart he had left, into pieces. And the pieces were ripped into pieces.
"Well, go tell her you are sorry."
He shook his head no, unable to speak because of the knot that stole his words. He couldn't talk to her now. The damage had been done. The comments were already made. She was already upset. If he were to approach her now, she'd have a fit and make a big scene...bad idea.
Kim dabbed her Kleenex to her nose one last time, and then folded it down in her bag. She sighed loudly, trying to keep from getting too emotional about the circumstance. JC and Bobbi were talking and conversating, but they kept checking on her with their eyes, making sure she was fine. She rubbed her bare arms up and down and was trembling. She was trembling because the movie theater had the air conditioning on high, and it was cool outside. And she was also shaking because she was just traumatized by Justin's sudden outburst of hatred.
"Kim, are you cold? Do you need a jacket or something? Lance has one..." JC accidentally looked down her shirt.
He was still staring down at her. "Nice shirt, Kim. I mean tube thingy..."
"Thank you." She used her vibrating fingers to try to open her regular sized pack of Twislers. Still water was raining from her eyes. She had no control of it. She considered ignoring it, and it didn't bother her. She glanced to the right of her. Everyone was viewing HER and not the TV screen. She didn't know if Justin contributed to the number, she didn't even bother looking in the direction of him. She sniffled loudly. "I'm okay guys." The quiver in her voice would clearly tell you other wise. "Can you please just stop staring at me?" She sniffled as she began to feel the weight of her tears. "I'm fine over here, alright?" She didn't realize the movie had already started.
As a person on the screen got chopped up and butchered into chunks of meat, Kim turned her head away. This would be a moment when she would tuck her face into Justin's chest and scream with a giggle. Instead she hid her face in the crease of her arm and her elbow, and closed her eyes. She cried harder as a woman from the movie screamed to the top of her lungs in freight. The scream lingered into her ears and echoed into her tired brain as she sobbed quietly to herself, wondering why she was always alone at the wrong times.
"Kim? Kim. Wake up, girl." JC shook her lightly. "Kim."
"Huh?" Her eyes opened but her vision was blurred with sleep.
"You fell asleep, hun." Dani said. A whole crowd was gather around Kim.
"I did?" She was talking to nothing, because she didn't correct her vision and couldn't identify faces.
"Yeah. You looked so peaceful we didn't wake you. You slept the whole two hours of the movie." Bobbi laughed. "Anyway, are you feeling alright? Everyone's a little worried about you because earlier you didn't look so great, as in the sickly way."
She nodded. "I'm fine. Ya'll can leave me. I'm cool. Go ahead." She laughed lowly. "I'm not some baby. I don't need to be pampered."
"Whoa, thats what she looks like when she's asleep? She's still hot as crap. Her eyes are just a little closed. Hell, she looks even hotter." Kelly popped Joey's hand.
"Are you sure your okay?" Charrah asked.
"Yeah. I'll get up in a minute. Please go. I'm serious, you don't have to wait up for me. I know the guys have the meeting with Johnny to go to."
Hesitantly, the gathering migrated out of the movie.
Kim groaned when she tried to move her leg and she discovered it had fallen asleep. After rubbing her eyes a few times she was able to see her surroundings more clearly. She checked behind her. Just as she had guessed, Justin was gone. She was the only person left in the movie. She thumped her foot against the ground several times, and then rose to her feet. She put her open but uneaten Twislers in her carrying bag, and headed out of the movie by herself. She placed a piece of gum in her mouth as she lumbered out of movie exit doors. This had been an interesting day in New York for her. But it was a typical day for the Justin and Kim relationship. Nothing new there.
Fighting with someone was stressful and tiring, and it wore her out greatly. She stumbled and almost tripped over her own feet because she was not completely awake. "Welcome to reality, Kim." She mumbled to herself.
"Ready to go?"
The sound of his voice made a shadow hover over her. She froze from walking for a few seconds, but continued and remained walking. She didn't even look at him. He was trying to speak to her...it almost made her laugh. Acting as if nothing ever happened, and he assumed that she would jump into his arms and forgive him? How did he even get the confidence to ask her anything?
His words caused her to snap around. "Sorry? Your sorry?" She was going to say more to him, but she knew her face could tell him more than her words. She once again began to walk away.
"Kim, where are you going?"
She cleared her hoarse throat. "You made it obviously clear that you don't want me NEAR you! And that you want me to STAY away from you, so I'm going to see if someone can give me a ride back to the hotel. Someone that doesn't mind me being near them. Someone who cares...maybe. Knowing you, you were probably going to leave me here. You DON'T want to communicate with me, so don't talk to me. "
Her voice alone was chocking him up. It was flooded with pain that he put into her. And she still had the horrid look upon her face. Pure hurt. PURE...hurt. It was almost unbearable for him to see. He followed after her and tried to secretly remember exactly what he said to her. He didn't even know why he got so upset in the first place. He just blew up on occasions. That was an exception in this case. "Kim, I am the one that is taking you back to the hotel. You look really tired. You probably need sleep. Besides, Joey and them aren't going in the direction of the hotel. They are going straight to the meeting with Johnny."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll take a cab then." She whispered softly.
"NO! I'M taking you to the hotel. I don't care what you say. I AM TAKING YOU! You understand?"
"Fine." She responded weakly.
Mike appeared to them eating something. "Sorry about leaving you, J. A man like myself needs to ALWAYS have snack brakes. Now, it's like POURING rain outside. BUT I'm a smart ass man. I have an umbrella, and I'll happily assist you two to the car, before I take off and go my separate ways."
Justin smirked. "Thanks." He said quietly. "Come on, Kim." He couldn't even look her in the face.
She stared down at the floor as she walked through the door Justin held open for her.
Mike let the umbrella up and it was big enough to fit Justin and Kim both under it. There was no conversation as he lead them to their rental car. Justin ran to the drivers side of the car to have the doors unlocked by the time Kim got to the car.
She swung the door open and silently sat down.
"Okay, ya'll. Bye. Justin, don't forget you have to be on time for the meeting" He tapped on the window of the car, directing Justin to pull off.
"Kim, I'm not going to have you ignoring me." He told her gently, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, as he drove down a busy New York street. "I am so sorry, and you know how I get sometimes. You know I didn't mean anything by the things I said to you. You know it, baby."
She glared out of the car window and said nothing.
"Kim. PLEASE! I'm begging you not to ignore me."
Her eyes narrowed at him. "I begged you to talk to me. You couldn't do that. So, you certainly can't beg me for anything. Your pride means to more to your ass the the person that will be your wife one day. I mean, I can see if I did something totally mean to you, but I was joking about what I said about harassment, and you are going to get all pissed and treat me like you did? Do I look stupid to you, Justin? Do you understand that what you did was TOO much. TOOOOO MUCH! You went too far with the things you threw at me." She started to tear up. "You told me to sit on you lap. When I did, you yelled at me and made me get up. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! And then you TALKED about me to Lance and Chris, when you KNEW I could hear you." She held her head down in shame, and cried loudly. "WHAT YOU SAID TO JC, ABOUT ME LIKING HIM, WAS TOTALLY EMBARRASSING! BUT OH MY FUCKING SHIT! NO YOU DIDN'T SAY MY SPECIALTY IS 'RIDING' YOU! YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH THAT HURT ME! THE FACT THAT YOU SAID THAT...I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!" She pointed a finger at him in seriousness. "I AM TELLING YOU! I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU FOR THAT! YOU JUST DON'T SAY THAT, JUSTIN! YOU JUST DON'T!" She hit her fist against the dashboard. "When we get in that hotel...I'm kicking your ass."
"Damn we're in traffic. I CAN'T be late for the meeting. Hey, Kim. What's with the threats? Why are you trying to fight me over that? It wasn't that bad."
Her eyes caught on fire internally. "WASN'T THAT BAD? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUSTIN! For me it was the absolute worse thing you could have said. You don't TELL people what we do in our bedroom. Thats just like me telling everyone that you give me the KISSES you do."
He shrugged and made a turn with one hand on the steering wheel. "So! Tell them that. Let them know. I wouldn't care. I'm not the only one that does it."
"What if I told them EXACTLY what happens. In detail..."
"Okay. I CARE! That would suck if you told them in detail."
She wiped the tears from her eyes. "WELL THATS HOW AWFUL I FELT! WHAT IF I TOLD THEM ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE TUB THAT NIGHT! OR WHAT IF I TOLD YOUR MOTHER WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN?"
He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but when she said 'counter' he almost spun out of control. "Wait a SECOND! What happened in the tub makes you seem more bad, NOT me. And if you EVER told anyone about the counters thing. Especially my mother. I'd hang BOTH of us. You and me."
She rolled her eyes and hissed at him. "You have NO idea how fucking mad I am. YOU don't understand. Oh, yeah. My SPECIALTY is when I ride you. Never again. You will NEVER get another ride from me. Not in that way. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT? YOU STUPID ASS! I COULD JUST KILL YOU! GODDDDDD!"
He took a deep breath and tired to remain calm as she lost it. He was scared of her to be truthful. "You know? I'm glad your getting your anger out now, because if we get out of this car and you punch me or something. I'm going to cry. And about the riding thing. You know I was just saying endless shit. I didn't mean anything of the stuff I said. You know know our love is beautiful. It has to be if we cry every time. I love you, Kim. And I understand if you don't wanna...I'll just have to START looking at some of your pictures and get happy, and then relieve some frustration." He winked.
"JUSTIN, SHUT YOUR STUPID ASS MOUTH! OR I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOUR ASS RIGHT NOWWWW!" She faked a punch at him.
He ducked. "OKAY! Okay. Just calm down. Don't you know you are so cute when your mad? But I'll shut up, because if you punch me right now, it will probably knock me unconscious and then I'll crash and kill us both. And poor Jade will be an orphan. Okay...shutting up because your fist is rising and your looking at me like that."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU BASTARD!" She angrily cut the radio on, she choosingly turned the music volume up to it's max. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" She growled.
Justin could recollected that she was extremely mad because she switched back and fourth between Country and Rap radio stations. Normally she would listen to one or the other. He decided to keep quiet because he surely didn't want her to hit him.
Traffic was moving as slow as possible. He had to drop Kim off at the hotel and get to Johnny's hotel for the meeting in less than twenty minutes. He had a slim chance of making the meeting on time. This worried him, because he was in for a LONG lecture and deep trouble if he was late. His concentration was interrupted when Kim let out a loud cry.
"I can't believe this. This has been like the worst fight ever, and the worst day I ever had in my life. Oh my God."
Justin swallowed, and for the first time since their fight he touched her. His hand rested sweetly on her thigh. "I'm so sorry, Kim. I'll do anything to make up the things I said to you. I'm so sorry, baby girl. And I love you so much. And I'm sorry, Kim. Please don't cry. You don't know how bad I feel. And I don't ever want to make you upset again, because I don't want to see that face. The face you have right now. I don't want to see it again. It rips my heart from my chest to see you so worked up and I can't look at you when you have that face. Don't cry, honey."
Her eyes widened with the most vague anger. "Yeah, Get all sweet talker on me. You aren't around YOUR friends so now your trying to suck up to me. I'm smart enough to figure out that shit. And you have three seconds to take your hand off of me. Or I swear, Justin. I'm either going to punch you in the fucking face or I'm getting out of the car."
He laughed. "Thats ridiculous. Stop it, Kim. Okay? Can't we just put off what happen, and think positive?"
It was her turn to laugh. She did so, but fakely. "No, your ridiculous. It's ridiculous how you treat me. It's not fair that you can just snap on me for basically nothing. And don't you dare bring up the be positive shit NOW. Trying to make yourself look better. Oh, and your time is up. I can't stay in this fucking car with you. I miss you, Justin. I miss the old you. I miss the old US!" She forced the car door open, popped her seatbelt off, and jumped out of the car. It was not moving because Justin was stuck in a traffic jam.
He pressed a button and raised the passenger side window down. "KIM! GET IN THE CAR! It's pouring down rain, and I don't have time to PLAY with you. I have to get your ass to the hotel, so I can get to the meeting. You know that, Kim. Don't play dumb here."
She shrugged and shivered as she became cold and soaked. "I don't care. You don't...don't care about me when you want to play BITCH! You can go to hell!" She screeched, storming away crying."
"Kim! I hope you know, I'm not coming after you. I'm not getting out of this car. I have to go to my MEETING!" He moved the car with the slow moving traffic. She was walking fast and his image of her was fading by the seconds. "KIM! GET IN THE CAR!" She walked even faster. Justin slammed his fists against the steering wheel. "DAMMIT! I can't just leave her. But if I DO then Johnny is going to skin my ass. Oh God, Kim. I'm going to get in so much trouble." He pulled over in a space that was suitable for parking, and without an umbrella, he entered the world of drenching rain. His new Nike sneakers carried him quickly into the unfamiliar territory. "KIM!" He called, shivering from the cold he could already feel breathing through him. He removed one of his shirts and held it over his head, to repeal water from his head so he could see better, and to hide his identity in a way, because he had no security whatsoever and he was walking down a public sidewalk at twelve o'clock at night. Anything could possibly happen to him, but he had to get Kim. He paused to take a breath when he realized he lost track of her. "KIMMMM!" He began walking again. "KIM, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO STUFF LIKE THIS?" A few people he walked by gave him strange looks, for talking to himself. "Oh, God. I'm DEAD!" He walked faster, only because he felt he was getting closer to Kim. "KIMMMMMMMMMM!" He accidentally ran into a girl with an umbrella. "Oh, I'm sorry about that."
She did a double take and then smile. She was an older girl about seventeen or eighteen. "Holy...are you Justin Timberlake?"
He shook his head no.
"Well, you look exactly like him. Are you sure your not him?"
"Timberlake? Who is Justin Timberlake?" He asked, disguising his voice with a New York accent.
"Your kidding, right? Everyone knows who he is. He's in the pop group Nsync. Duh, man."
"Oh, yeah. I know who you talkin' about. Give me a break! It ain't like I know the boy name or nothin'. I don't listen to that boy band ish...I like ALL Alternative music." He got a case of the shivers as the cold overtook his body.
The girl bit her lip. "Thats funny, because you are DRESSED like Justin Timberlake and you LOOK exactly like him."
Since his hair was semi-short and wet, it could be fooled for straight. "Ain't that, that white boy the be wearin' a fro? And his hair is curly?" He pulled the shirt from over his head, making himself more soaked. "Check this...my hair is straight."
She smirked. "You have his hair length, color, and style."
Obsessive? "Okay and you said I dress like him? My momma bought me this outfit. I usually don't wear clothes like this. I'm in my fourth year of college at New York State. Please! I don't have no money like that. I'm broke as hell."
The girl giggled. "What's your name?"
He stuttered. "Uh...my name is Mike."
Since he was shivering she held her umbrella over him. "Strange how Justin Timberlake's bodyguard's name is MIKE!"
He laughed. " Forreal? Why you know so much about him? You obsessed?"
"No. I'm just telling you stuff everyone knows."
"Right. Right. Right." He looked in the area Kim might have been..
"Another question, Mike? If you aren't Justin Timberlake. Then how come you were calling for 'KIM', who is the girl he is going to marry."
He laughed at her. "KIM? Nah, yo. I SAID KEN! KEN is my friend and I'm lookin' for his ass. And look at my hands. I don't have no ring on my finger. I ain't no Justin....Tim...whatever you said his last name was." He thanked himself for volunteering to take his wedding ring off, days before.
Her eyes widened. "Oh, my God! Your NOT him. You don't have the engagement ring he does. I'm so sorry, Mike."
"It's okay." He wiggled his body to get warm.
"You look pretty cold. Where are you going?"
He couldn't take his eyes from the street, hoping the he see the slightest appearance of Kim. "Well, I told ya that I'm looking for Ken. He just walked off and left me, and we are suppose to be hittin' a club tonight."
"Is Ken as good looking as you?"
"Ken, is gay. He likes men only."
"Ewwwww." She laughed. "Hey, Mike. Can I have your number? You are just so fine. Maybe we can hook up sometime? I live in New York just like you."
He coughed. "My number?" He had to think of something quick...the meeting. "Oh, you don't want my number."
She crossed her arms. "Why not?"
"Because I'm taken already. I'm...with Ken." He privately crossed his fingers as he slipped the words out.
She snatched her umbrella from underneath him, causing the rain to marinate him. "UGH! That is SICK! Get a life man."
He snapped his finger at her. "HEY! Don't get mad because I ain't Justin Timberlake. You were the one questioning me. So, YOU can get a life, honey!"
It was sad he had to lie to his fans when it came to certain situations, but he had to do what he had to do to keep himself safe. There was no telling where Kim was now. And he was just walking...in the rain. Freezing to death. "This is crazy. This is unbelievable." He walked to the end of the street and had to choose between making a turn to the left or keep going straight. Leaning up against the building was a small girl, with long blond hair. She was wearing a leather tube top and maroon pants which were soaked. She was crying by herself. She was...Kim. He was in tears by the time his eyes focused in on her. "KIM?" He approached her and reached his hand out to her. "Kim, lets go back to the car. You can get hurt wondering out here, especially at night."
"NO!" She screamed. "I'm not going anywhere with you! You MISTREAT me whenever you want. And that's NOT fair." He grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her into a hug, but for the first time in a long time she slapped him across the face.
At first Justin didn't know what had hit him, and he worked his jaw up and down to test it's numbness. He took her sobbing and soaked body, and pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, baby." He slid his body down her and fell to his knees on the ground, to prove his words. "I'M SO SORRY!" He cried into her knees. "I don't want to see that face again. I don't like seeing you hurt. I love you, baby. I love you." Still holding his shirt in one hand he held her hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "If I have to say it in front of everyone, ON MY KNEES! I'm sorry. I'M SO SORRY! OH MY GOD , I'M SO SORRY!" He cried. His face was buried into her thighs and his arms squeezed her knees supportively. "I'M SO SORRYYYYYYY! I'M SO SORRYYYYYYYYYYY!"
She couldn't hold back from him and cried at the sound of his hysterical voice. People had defiantly stopped to understand what they were doing. "It's okay, baby. Get up."
He got back on his feet a clasped her again, and they cried holding each other. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I'm so stupid. I just can't take that face. You have no idea how it haunts me. How much pain that lives in it. I'm sorry, baby." He cried. "I AM SO SORRYYYYYYYYY! I hope you believe me."
She rubbed her wet face into his saturated shirt. "But your so meannnn..." She cried.
He shushed her. "I know. I know. Look at me, Kim." He sniffled and snatched her eyes to his. "I LOVE you." He said through clenched teeth. "Nothing will ever stop that. And it's my fault we started fighting at the movies. I'm so sorry, baby girl. But you gotta know! I love you." He shook her as he spoke, so she could FEEL his honesty.
It was raining so hard Kim couldn't tell that he was crying tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, having the goal to never let him go. "I love you." She groaned into his mouth, tasting the salt of the liquid droplets from his eyes.
He lifted her from the ground and held her to him. "GOD! I LOVE YOU!" He sniffled as he slid his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her and held her as made a path back towards the car.
He employed one hand to unlock the doubled doors of the hotel room. She was slipping from him so he bounced to prop her up higher in his arms.
Once through the doors, he escorted her through the apartment styled hotel. He neglected past the living room and relinquished her to the bed of the dainty master bedroom.
He resigned her sleeping figure on the bed, as he searched through her suitcase to compass her some dry clothing.
After discovering a small night gown and some underwear he posed down on the bed beside her and blew in her ear. This deed caused her to stir. "Kim. Wake up, baby. So, we can get you out of those wet clothes." He sniffled, because his nose was running.
She sprung up drowsy and slumberously. "K." She blurted. Her head sagged over and she lost consciousness to the inclination of sleep, but woke up when she felt herself falling.
She was so adorable and Justin chuckled as he unzipped the back of her leather shirt down. He pulled it free from her body and then reached behind her to unclasp her strapless bra. Gently he removed it from her. "Your going to get sick." He said sniffling excessively.
"I don't want to fight anymore, Justin." She mumbled.
He smiled at her soft and tired voice. "I don't want to either, baby." He pulled her head through the strapped night gown, and helped her haul her arms though it.
Before pulling it all the way down her, his hands tamped with her pants as he figured out how to get them off of her. "How did you get these things on?" He turning her hips from side to side.
"Zip...in...in back." Her eyes closed.
"Awww. I love it when you are sleepy. You are fine...but right now you just look so cute. I love that. Ut ohh. Look what Justin did. Well, what do you know. I've unzipped Kim's pants, pulled them down, and she's in her underwear. Hold on...your JRT tattoo is all gone. Someone has been scrubbing extra hard down there."
She smirked in her sleep and raised her middle finger up at him. "Do you have anything better to do than to stare at my crotch, Justin?" Her eyes opened. "And I think I can change my own underwear thank YOU!" She snatched her clothes item from his hand.
He shrugged. "Hey, sleepy head. I was just trying to help." After she put her dry underwear on, Justin lowered himself on the bed and he put socks on her feet. "You need to stay warm, okay? You've been in those sopping wet clothes for too long."
"Your so sweet." She muddled, half conscious. "You really are. Putting socks on my feet. Pampering me like I'm some baby." She closed her eyes and in seconds she drifted back to sleep.
"You are my baby. My baby girl." He whispered. He snickered when he saw that she had fell over and was sleeping with her nightgown still bunched up at her stomach. He committed it down, against the smooth skin of her thighs. "Kim, get under the covers." She didn't bulge. He impelled the decorative pillows from the bed, and shoved them to the floor. He then yanked down the thick comforter and sheets which covered the bed. Kim lifted up to get underneath them, and as soon as she was snug in place, he drowned her small body in the material warmth. "You sleep, sweet thing. Alright? I have to go to my meeting." He sneezed. "Excuse me."
"Bless you." What he said make her eyes pop open. "WHAT? Oh my GOD, Justin! Your late." She scanned at the unfamiliar room for the sign of a clock. "You are so late. It started thirty minutes ago. Johnny warned you over and over not to be late."
He nodded sadly. "I know. I don't care." His lips drove over hers for a quick kiss. "Well, I better be going."
"It's my fault, Justin. I shouldn't have..."
"It's not your fault. I had just as much fault as you. We are both even. You sleep, baby girl."
She yawned. "Justin, your all wet. And you are sniffling. You need to change clothes, before you catch a cold. You are already sneezing and such. Did I mention how good you look soaking wet?"
He laughed. "I don't have time to change." There was a pausation as he concentrated on his thoughts. Right then a tear fluxed down his cheek. He didn't know why it happened, or where it came from. Maybe it was the fact that he was in trouble and knew he had more conflicts to face before any of his stress would lighten up. "I love you, Kim." She had fallen asleep, and to know that she was okay and safely in bed made him smile. Before he left, he kissed her stiffly on the cheek. "I love you, baby girl."
He rapidly entered the designated hotel. His sneakers screeched against the marble of the floor as he looked both ways in the lobby for any members of the meeting party.
In a flash, he spotted them and even though he was still wet, cold, and a general mess all together, he presented himself to the people who were eyeing him jaggedly. Johnny appeared to be the most upset. He was red in the face and was tapping his foot up in down in perfect anguish.
"Look, I'm sorry I'm late but...I'm here now and I'm ready to hear what you have to say."
Johnny held a hand out into the air. "WAIT A SECOND! YOUR GOING TO JUST STROLL IN HERE FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATE AND THINK EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE JUST FINE AND DANDY? THIS IS THE LAST OF THE IRRESPONSIBILITY I WILL ACCEPT FROM YOU JUSTIN! YOU JUST CAN'T BE A MATURE MAN FOR ONCE, NOW CAN YOU?"
Justin declined down in an available chair. "Whoa. HOLD IT! Immaturity has NOTHING to do with it."
"I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU, AND PAGING YOU, AND REMINDING YOU ALL DAY TO REMEMBER THE DAMN MEETING! AND YOU STILL DIDN'T MAKE IT! YOU HAVE GOT TO START SHOWING MORE EFFORT AND SHOWING THAT YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO BE IN NSYNC! YOU HARDLY HAVE ANY INVOLVEMENT, AND I REFUSE TO INCLUDE YOU IN THE MEETING NOW! IT OBVIOUSLY WON'T BE A BIG DEAL FOR YOU, CONSIDERING YOU TRIED YOUR HARDEST TO GET HERE!" He sarcastically shouted.
He rolled his eyes. "I SAID HOLD IT, MAN! I NEEDED TO TAKE CARE OF KIM! WE HAD A FEW PROBLEMS THAT NEEDED TO BE SOLVED! I COULDN'T HELP THAT I WAS LATE!"
Chris laughed. "Yeah, Justin. Take care of Kim...whatever man. Why do you keep doing that? You just got though yelling at her, talking about her, and making her cry at the movies, and the next minute your taking care of her because you love her so much? I don't GET you, Justin. All you do is toy with her emotions because you want to be the selfish ass that you are."
Justin eyes ignited in rage. "YOU stay out of it. What I say to her or do to her is OUR business NOT yours. And I don't need you to analyze everything. I can do that myself. No one asked you for your opinion so keep your nose out of our business. Okay, Chris?"
He revolved his neck to relieve some strain. "IT IS MY BUSINESS WHEN YOU ARE FIGHTING IN A PUBLIC MOVIE THEATER!"
Johnny silenced them both. "CUT IT! This meeting is not about an episode of the Justin and Kim show. This is about our business right now. This is about Nsync, and how Justin never seems to be around. And then you have the nerve to disrespect me."
Justin repulsed out of his chair. "I AM NOT GOING TO PUT UP WITH THIS! I DOESN'T MATTER HOW IMPORTANT THIS DAMN MEETING IS! NOTHING COMES BEFORE KIM! YOU!" He pointed to Johnny. "ALL THE BODYGUARDS OVER THERE! MY SUPPOSAL BEST FRIENDS! ALL EQUAL NSYNC! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT NUMBER NSYNC IS TO ME?" He mesmerized two fingers in the air and scrolled them around for everyone to see. "TWO! NUMBER TWO! WANNA KNOW WHY?" His eyes grew spaciously large. "BECAUSE KIM IS NUMBER ONE! THATS RIGHT! NSYNC IS NOT NUMBER ONE IN MY LIFE! KIM IS! AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT YOUR MEETING IS, NOTHING COMES BEFORE HER! WE GOT INTO AN ARGUMENT, AND SHE GOT UPSET, AND WENT WALKING IN THE RAIN! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO? LEAVE HER? SO I CAN MAKE YOUR IMPORTANT MEETING? NO! NEVER! YOU CAN'T BE MAD AT ME BECAUSE I'M NOT DEPENDENT ON NSYNC AS I USED TO BE! I DON'T NEED NSYNC! I HAVE ALL THE MONEY I NEED...EVERYTHING! I DON'T NEED NSYNC ANYMORE! IT'S JUST AN OPTION! WHY? BECAUSE I HAVE KIM! SHE IS ALL I NEED! AND IF SHE IS OUT CRYING IN THE RAIN, I'M GOING TO LOOK FOR HER! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN HOW LATE I AM! SHE COMES FIRST? YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? I'M NOT DISRESPECTING YOU JON JON! I JUST THINK I DESERVE SOME RESPECT AROUND HERE! YOU ALL LOOK DOWN ON ME BECAUSE I'M YOUNGER THAN EVERYONE, BUT YA'LL HAVE FAILED TO REALIZE THAT I'VE GROWN UP A LITTLE MORE THAN YOU! CALL ME IMMATURE IF YOU WANT TO...BUT I'M MORE MATURE THAN MOST OF YOU! HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE CHILDREN? HOW MANY OF YOU ARE GETTING MARRIED? I HAVE NO NEED TO COMPLAIN ABOUT LIFE! EVERYTHING IS ALL GOOD FOR ME! I'M HAPPY! THATS EXACTLY WHAT SOME OF YOUR PROBLEMS ARE! YOUR SO WORRIED ABOUT HOW I'M GOING TO DEAL WITH SOMETHING, THAT YOU CAN'T BE HAPPY! AND SO YOU HAVE A CHOICE! YOU CAN LET ME SIT DOWN AND HEAR THE MEETING WITH EVERYONE ELSE, OR I'LL LEAVE AND CUDDLE NEXT TO KIM! HELL, IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER TO ME! EITHER WAY I'M GOING BACK TO BE WITH HER! AND THE 'SOONER' THE BETTER!"
His speech was so powerful that he broke everyone down to the word 'speechless'.
Johnny cleared his throat several times. Justin had his arms crossed and his face was narrowed in expansive disgust. "Ahem...well then. As I was saying. The album is going to be released October fifth and I am requiring at least two weeks of promotion. AT LEAST two weeks. Maybe more. And Also. I was saying there will be a TOUR following after YOUR WEDDING, JUSTIN! Sometime in November. The dates aren't specific yet..."
Justin exhaustedly transversed to the hotel elevator. "I'm so cold." He whispered to himself. His shiver reminded him of this. He had a long day and was just tired. He needed some sleep badly. That...and dry clothes.
The elevator door exposed opened and he quietly crept inside of it. A person stepped on the elevator with him, but he didn't bother dekkoing at him or her.
A hand pressed against his shoulder and furbished the area lovingly. "It's good to see you, Justin. You look a little stressed. You alright? Your all wet. Got caught in the rain?"
Her voice made him shudder and he forgot she was sharing the same hotel as him. "I think I'll take the stairs." He held the elevator and stopped it from closing. He spun around to tell her something. "And don't you DARE touch me, Britney. Don't you ever put your hands on me. UGH! Your just nasty." He paced away fast.
"Yeah, right. You know what your problem is, Justin? Your JEALOUS?"
He revolved around in offense. "JEALOUS OF WHAT?"
She sped to him quickly. "Your jealous of me. You hate to see me happy with Nick, because your jealous."
His eyes squinted shut. "YOU think I'm actually stupid enough to be jealous of you? YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND! Jealous of you? THAT SILICON?"
Her eyes circulated. "Oh...haha! NOT! You still love me, Justin."
He shook his head at her and began to strut away. "Oh, you getting crazy again, huh? You just DON'T get it, do you? Yeah, I love you Britney. I love you enough to feed you SHIT! FEED...YOU...SHIT!" He shouted in the hallway. "BECAUSE YOU ARE SHIT! YOU HAVE NOTHING I WANT! NOT EVEN THE FREEBIES! KIM IS BEAUTIFUL! SHE HAS A BEAUTIFUL HEART! SHE IS MY LOVE! I DON'T NEED A HOE LIKE YOU FOR ANYTHING! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I LOVE YOU! NO FUCKING WAY!"
He was about the swing the door open that led to the stairs, but she spoke again. "JUSTIN! Wait!" She jogged towards him. "Okay. I confess. I'm jealous of you. You and the beautiful Kim. Nick and I don't love each other, it's all just an image. We are trying to make it look like we have what you and Kim have. She is so lucky. I'm not going to lie. I wish I had you. You look wonderful and you have a great heart. I wish I didn't listen to my manager and break up with you that day, because maybe. Just maybe we could have had a beautiful thing together. I'm so jealous. I want you. But I'm not sick and I'm not going to do anything to you or Kim like I have in the past. It's just hard to loose someone so special as you. Not a day goes by where I regret what happened between us. You've got it all, Justin. That day you kissed me I should have been honest and told you that I think I still loved you too. Instead I tired to play Nick's girl...I would do anything to be able to turn back time. I still love you, Justin. I can't hide it." Her hand caressed his.
He jumped away from her and snatched his hand back. "Your pathetic. You don't know what you want. But I know what I WANT and it's not YOU! I DON'T love you! I DID love you very much at ONE time! But ALL of that is gone! I have lost all of the love I had for you. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER! You don't love me either, you don't even love yourself. Learn to LOVE yourself." He opened the door that led to the stair well. "Oh, and don't fucking touch me again you evil HOE!" His eyes lit up. "BITCH!"
"Okay. You arrogant BASTARD!"
"Blow me. You SLUT!"
"OH SHUT UP! You bigheaded BITCH!"
"FAKE BITCH! A little glue here. A little tape there. A few hair extensions...a few surgeries. And YOU TOO can be a fake ass Britney Spears. Look, Britney. Why don't you go find your little boyfriend, and tamper with him? Because I don't want to be around your ass. EWW! Your just...JESUS! SICK!" Nick appeared from around the corner. "Oh, there he goes now. Have fun with him, bitch. You have a nice night now."
Justin wandered up the stairs to get away from her as fast as he could. He staunched to the sixth floor, and to his hotel room. As soon as he entered it, he went straight for the bedroom. He was dying to get his wet clothes off and he stripped everything from himself. Britney nauseated him so much, that he felt dirty from her touch. In the darkness he slicked a dry pair of boxers on.
He could hear Kim breathing. Her shallow breaths made him relax and he sank under the covers with her. He put his back to her to think.
So much had happened in one day, it seemed like several to him. Time flew by quick.
"Justin, you okay?"
Her voice ciphered strongly, so she must have been awake before he got back. "Yeah." He said into a pillow.
Her hand rested on his back and she felt his muscles tensing underneath it. "Justin, your so tense baby. Wanna talk? Let me give you a massage."
"Sure." An evil smile conveyed him.
She positioned her body over him, and she used her fingertips to direct waving sensations of circulation on his shoulders. "So, what's wrong, sweetie? Did you get into trouble because of me?"
He groaned. "M'mmmm, that feels so good. No...no trouble."
Her hands moved lower. "Do you like when I do this, Justin?"
He bunched the sheets up in his hand. "Yes, baby. I loooooove it!"
"Good." She kneaded his skin with more intense desire.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah. Right there. You know how to give mass...uhhhha." She licked her lips as she watched his eye fluster and extort close, as the pleasuring marvel swept over his body. "See, Kim. I love y...uhhhhhhha yeah."
"Am I hurting you, Justin?"
The veins in his neck mammothed as her detained the covers in his fists as hard as he could. "Ohhhhhh no. Your not hurting me at all. I love...love it when you give me massages."
"A little HOT are we, Justin?"
He turned himself so that she was now sitting across his stomach. "Maybe." He said sexily with a sly smile. "I'm a hustla, baby. I just want you to know. It ain't where I been...BUT WHERE I'M 'BOUT TO GO...I just wanna love ya...KIM! I just wanna love ya."
She giggled. "And, Justin. Where are you 'bout to go?" She pinned his arms above his head. "I don't think you are going anywhere."
His eyes widened when she bend down and kissed him on the neck. "Dang, Kim. I'm serious. You better get off of me, because your are looking pretty sexy in that night gown and..." Her mouth lowered and she grazed her teeth over his bare nipples, kissing his chest with blazing passion. "What are you doing? You are the one kissing me. You said I was not...what about what you said in the car?"
She rushed her hands up and down his chest. "Are you HOT now?"
"Well, kinda. You are ONLY sitting on top of me, holding my arms back, and kissing my chest." He shifted underneath her. "And I really wish you would stop."
Her mouth nibbled on his ear lobe and pulled on his diamond earring. "So, what are you going to do about it?" She breath in his ear. She sat up on top of him and smiled.
"Hummmm...are you TRYING something?" He was face to face with her knees and he began to think about what he could do to them. His hand automatically attracted to them and his hand rode up her, exposing her underwear.
Kim smacked his hand. "Don't you DARE! You remember what I said in the car."
He shook his hand with a poked out lip. "Damn! But your such a tease." He laughed. "Get off of me then, woman. You aren't going to tease me up all nice and then leave me hanging."
She giggled. "But wait...there is one last thing I need to do. You remember the TUB incident, right Justin?"
He was already whimpering. "NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!" He cried. "You just don't do that!"
September 7, 2002 MTV Music Awards.
A usher contained the door open for the occasioned dressed gentlemen. He degreed from the black limo and brushed off his sparkling clean apparel. She associated herself to the lofty and tall frame.
The screams that looped and fringed around them loudened in clarity. Photographers messaged flashes as they imaged the couple standing before them. They were smiling arrogantly, but many wondered why. Because their outfits for the evening weren't interesting. In fact they were just about as tasteless as could be.
"What is SHE wearing?"
"They are cute but not as cute as..."
"Their outfits suck."
"She is so pretty to me."
"Who has the next limo in line?"
They weren't expecting to get so much negative feedback. There was SOME doubt, but not the amount they received. They purged down the red carpet hand in hand, as the comments continued to be lured at them.
Another usher pried a limo door open. Bodies stumbled out of the overly stretched and black car, as a fear of being late for arrival.
"Come on, baby girl." Justin called with a laugh.
Kim slipped her lengthy leather jacket off and left it in the limo, so her dress was now revealed. She grappled Justin's sturdy hand and propelled herself free of the limo. "Sorry about that. I just had to take my coat off."
The entire crowd seemed to compose a gasp that was so loud, there was an echo of it. Taking one simple glance at Justin and Kim, put people's brain at ease. Never had anyone ever saw such a vibrant welcome of identity. And beautiful could not be used in the same sentence to describe their presence as a perfect couple.
"HOLY SHIT!" A photographer shouted. He was on the side of the couple knelt down, and he was almost scared to take a picture of them. The society gripping cameras ran towards Justin and Kim to get the best view of them possible. A fight broke out because a person claimed they were in a closer spot first.
Mike and several others hand to force the crowd back, just to keep Justin and Kim from going blind from camera flashes.
"OH MY GOD!"
"TALK ABOUT AN ENTRANCE!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"COULD THEY BE ANY MORE GORGEOUS?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"THEY LOOK A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN NICK AND BRITNEY WHO JUST WALKED BY!"
"OH MY GOD!"
Bystanders commented stunned.
Kim turned to Justin and giggled. "Justin, we are definitely getting attention."
He nodded and gazed at her though his black sunglasses, which faded to sliver at the base. "Yeah. Nick talked all of that shit saying him and Britney were going to be the center of attention. I don't think so." He bobbed his arm out for her to take.
She accepted it and looped her arm with his. "Justin, don't curse so much. People are observing ever little thing we do. Like our CONVERSATIONS!"
He grinned. "Whoops sorry. HA! We'll show them the cutest couple alright. We'll show them well."
note- you aren't suppose to know the descriptions of Nick and Britney or Justin and Kim's outfits yet. Thats for the next chapter to come =)
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