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Chapter 60 Tour pics and Britney article are coming with chapter 61.

October 22, 2002 (Next Night.)

"Yes, I'm positive Mike knows where he is. I went to his house three times yesterday. And he was honest. He told me that he knew where Justin was. He said that he couldn't tell me where he was because Justin ordered him not to. And another reason he told me he didn't tell me was because he knew that I would go to Justin. I told him that if he told me where Justin was staying I wasn't going to bother him, but that was a lie. If he told me I would have visited him in an instant. Mike is a smart man." Kim swiped the tears from under her eyes.

"I know, Kim. But how did you know Mike knew where he was? You just assumed it?"

To have been crying so profusely wasn't healthy. "No...noooo. Remember when I called Justin? And I actually got through? He picked up the phone thinking I was Mike. He was expecting a call from him at the time. Thats how I figured out Mike had to know. And according to Mike no one else knows that we have broken up."

"Um, Kim..."Calia began reluctantly. "I have something to tell you. Well, Griff was called by one of the guys. I think Joey. And he hung out with them at tour rehearsals. Guess what? Justin was there. And I didn't tell Griff what was up. But I asked him questions. And he said Justin was acting fine. Actually, he said he was goofing off more than usual. And please don't get mad at me, babe. I didn't know that he was at the rehearsals, which I don't know where they are held either, until after the rehearsals was over and everyone was gone. It seems like he is doing pretty well..." When Kim didn't say anything, she knew that she was crying harder. "Kim, I'm so sorry. I wish I could do something to make you feel better. I would come over, but since you told me not to..."

"I'm fine. I just cannot believe he broke up with me. He was always telling me how much he couldn't live without me. Now he doesn't want me anymore. He tried to hit me with his damn car. I just don't know how to handle what he said. He said he wanted nothing to do with me. He...he never said anything like that to me before. I just don't know how to take it...to handle it."

"God, girl. You need a psychiatrist. You need someone to talk to. I don't think I can take you crying any longer. And damn, I feel sorry for you. As big as the boy is...oops. That slipped. Sorry."

Kim continued to ramble. "And I can tell he is REALLY serious about not getting married! He went to Polina and told her that he wanted the wedding canceled. Well, I don't care what he said. I called her and told her myself...to do her job. I told her not to cancel the wedding. The wedding is still on. Justin doesn't have to be there. But I will. And then he is nowhere to be found. I went to his house. His old house. He was not there. I've been calling hotels. I knew I would find nothing by doing that. Who is really going to tell you where Justin Timberlake is staying?"

She sighed. "I see where you are coming from, girl. But what you need is some rest. You've been crying non stop and you are going to get so sick if you don't cheer up some."

"I'm not going to get sick, Cal. I AM SICK!" She cried. "I...I need to get off of the phone. I think I'm going crazy. I'll be a nut by the time all of this shit is over. I am freaking out so bad. I miss him too much. I feel like I'm going to just die. Oh my GOD!"

She gasped. "Okay, Kim. You said that Jade is sleeping, right? Well, run you a hot bath, with bubbles, and relax. You need it. There is nothing you can do right now, Kim. Just let Justin come back in his own time. You need to start to care about you or you really will die. Go relax for a bit. The only reason why I'm not coming over is because you threatened to kick my ass."

She interrupted her. "You're damn right. You've done too much. And if you come over here, I'm going to kick your ass."

She laughed. "Don't worry. I'm not getting my ass kicked today, but go do what I said, Kim. You'll feel a little better I'm sure. You just sound so terrible, and you are crying so much is making me so sad. So, bye hun I'll talk to you later. And don't be so down, bitch number two."

She laughed softly. "Okay, Cal. And thank you so much for the support. You know I love you bitch number one!"

"Ditto, girl. And you're welcome. Bye bye."

"Bye." She puffed humbly and sat down on the depleted bed. She could not define how miserable and hopeless she was. Nothing could describe the pain and distress, which discomforted her human remains. She had cried and cried and cried and cried. Was it possible to cry yourself into a death bed? Kim was about to find out, at the rate she was going. She couldn't set the phone down, because she was determined to talk to Justin in any fashion, whatever it took. She had left a multitude of messages on his voice mail. She had paged him several times. Her behavior was very similar to that of an obsessive fan. She couldn't help it, because she loved him too much to let him go...she loved him too much. Thinking to herself gave her the urge to contact him. She desperately dialed his number. "Come on, Justin. Please pick up." The phone had rang several times. "Please pick up." His voice mail disappointed her. "Justin, this is me. Kim. I'M SO SORRYYYY! And I'm missing you like crazy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I want you to know that I will do whatever it takes to prove..." A beep sounded her that her message ended. "Dammit!" She hung up the phone to call him again. After a series of unanswered rings, she got his voicemail again.

'Sorry! The  voicemail of, Justin Timberlake, is full.'

She threw the phone against the wall. "I can't take this anymore." She whispered. She glared around the room. She was confused and fazed. Something entrapped her attention. Justin's ring was established on the bed right next to her

He had bestowed it back to her. And she could not believe it. It would not catalog in her brain. If anything, she thought he would always keep the ring. Even if they were to breakup she thought he'd keep the ring. She didn't feature that she was crying, instead she neglected her tears. "Justin has really big fingers..." Her voice dragged off. She took an emotional break, and she silenced herself. Her thoughts expelled her. There had been only one thing on her mind...Justin, Justin, and more Justin. She was going insane. Her brain was too fragile for so much drama.

She shot up and found herself in an unspeakable rage. "I WISH ALL THIS NEVER HAPPENED! DAMN! I HATE MYSELF! I HATE MYSELF! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER KISSED JC! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF! GOD DAMMIT! THIS IS A BUNCH OF BULL SHIT!" She slid her arm down the dresser, and dislocated every single object off of it. After she did this, she immediately became numbed with sanity. She sighed loudly, and transferred away her tears with severe self conflict. "Great! Now I have another mess to pick up." She kneeled to the ground. "I...I have to keep the house nice and clean, just in case he comes back. He can't come in the bedroom and see the room like this." She gather her lip glosses, and Justin's cologne, and then stacked them back on the cleared dresser. She repeated this process several times. "Okay. I'll get the rest later." She told herself, sniffling. "Right now, I need to do what Calia said, and take a bath. I won't feel better. But at least I'll have a better place to cry." She shielded her palm over her eye. "Ohhhh. This sucks!" She groaned. "What the hell am I suppose to do?" Her tears milked faster from her eyes.

She exited the bedroom and carried herself into the spacious and decorative bathroom. Towards the back of the bathroom was the infamous Jacuzzi tub. She shut the drain to the sizeable tub and turned the water on an overly hot level. Setting on the edge of the tub was a bottle of bubbles which she access and poured a generous amount under the running faucet. She bequeathed the area, to go into the closet to get a change of clothes and other needed components. She browsed herself in the mirror, before she made the skidder to the closet. She noticed that she looked exactly like she felt...this was a terrible thing. But then again, she convinced herself she didn't look as bad as she thought, because humans in general had a problem with putting themselves down in bad situations. "Look at me. Shit with legs..." She could no longer view herself and decided to continue with getting her clothes, before she was to break down crying again.

The crying. It came in series. She would be fine for a minute and the next she would randomly start crying. It was depression that was doing this to her. There were so many mistakes made. By both her and Justin. And the stopping of just one if them, could change what they had become in an instant. Kim figured that she had pushed Justin over the top, because she had the will laid out before his eyes. She was ready to be reacquainted, and still he didn't want her. There were more puzzle pieces missing in him than she thought.

She lumbered into the closet. First she picked out a pair of shorts and a basic shirt to wear, along with underwear. She undressed slowly. She still couldn't get over it. She wished she would had just told Justin yes from the start. Or not have kissed JC at all, because it wasn't worth it. Being miserable and sad was not worth it. For the time being she had lost Justin. He didn't want to be with her. This is probably what crumpled her heart the most.

After taking off all of her clothes, she grabbed her baby-pink robe which was hanging to the side of her. She lurked it on and tied the belt to her. When she went back into the bathroom she was able to see that her stalling did her some good because the bath water had enhanced to an acceptable level. She turned the water off, dropped the robe, and postured down in the water, jumping at first from the powerful heat. She nailed her glitter-gel filled eye mask and laid it across her eyes, and a small portion of her upper face, to hopefully relive some of the sadness from her. She sank deep into the water and the heap of bubbles cradled her warmly. Another sigh committed from her aggravated mouth. "Justin, you really did it. You left me. And I can understand why too...I just don't believe that you really did leave." She said to herself. She tried blowing her hair to the side, but was unsuccessful because it was wet and stuck to her face. So she used a hand to move it to the side. "Who knows. You might come back today. Maybe you will realize that you still love me. I hope you still love me." She sniffled as she began to flux asleep.

She felt something sprawl on her. Her hand attained to her face to extract the eye mask. When she did her eyes maturated in shock. Rose petals were everywhere. They were floating in the water, they were surrounded by the tub. They even created a trail. "Justin?"

She projected up and stepped out of the tub. She quickly collected her robe and pitched it on. "Justin?" She followed the trail of pink rose petals, which lead her out of the bathroom. There he was. Standing favorably. A smile was clearly apparent on his face. She was so galvanized and enthused to see him, that she ran to him. "Justin! Oh...oh my God."

He enshrouded her in his arms. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I couldn't say away from you. I...I could stand to be away. I thought I could maybe leave and then move on, but I can't. I love you, baby girl."

She couldn't contain her gushing tears. "I love you too." Her legs enveloped around his waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him.

"I love you SO much." Justin moaned, as he progressed to the bed so that he could sit down. "You forgive me for leaving you, honey?"

Her lips nodded against his. "Of course. Of course I forgive you. I love you so much too, Justin. Don't leave me again...please." She snuggled her face into his neck. "Don't do that again, Justin."

He kissed in her hair. "Don't worry I won't."

She hoisted her head and osculated her lips to his. As they kissed, she caressed and fondled with his chest. She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

"Hey, Kim. Aren't you moving a little too..."

She put a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh. Don't talk. If you don't want me then you can back down now, or else forever hold your piece."

He chuckled. There was no way he was going to "back down." "Okay, I'm shutting up...haha!"

Kim woke up from her dream heaving. She had fallen asleep as soon as she sat down in the tub. The dream was so tricky. It was the type that seemed like real life and could have been real life, but she wasn't sure. There were no rose petals on her, but she had the gut feeling that Justin was home.

She assembled her robe and proposed it on. "Justin?" She called through the bathroom. "Justin, are you home?" She enrolled into an empty bedroom. "Justin?" He wasn't there. She was calling him for nothing. "Justin?" She processed out of the room and downstairs. She opened one of the front doors and inspected outside closely. His car was no where in sight. "Justin?" She could feel body failing her emotionally. She perambulated back into the lonesome house, and dissipated upstairs after she set the security alarm. She changed into the yellow shirt and shorts and clutched the box of Chinese food she had gotten earlier.

She glared at the chicken fried rice. As hungry as she was, she couldn't eat it. She was sick with her depression. She set it to the side, and laid back on the bed to cry herself to sleep.

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October 23, 2002 (The next day)

She barged into the house with Jade and her carrier in one hand, and her bag in the next. "Yeah. Okay. So, I was sent home, because they thought I needed some rest. Oh, Kim. You don't look like yourself today. You need sleep bad, honey. Why didn't they just say I looked like shit and didn't look good enough for the photo shoot? They probably didn't want me there anyway because I had you with me, Jade. I couldn't get in contact with Natasha, so I had you tagging along with me. That is something they haven't seen. Models don't have babies." She said sarcastically in a mocking tone. "Whatever. Right, baby girl? I get a day off, so I guess thats a good thing."

She swilled Jade into the living room, and posed down on the couch. She was so internally unstable that she was barely able to operate her everyday life.

She shook her head. "I'm missing your daddy so bad. He's been gone for too long." She whispered. "I can't take it anymore." She extended behind the couch and grabbed the phone. She used redial to call his number. "I can't take this anymore." As rings echoed in her ears. She sniffled because she felt her body starting to cry...

"KIM! I KNOW IT'S YOU! STOP CALLING ME! YOU OBSESSIVE BIT...YOU DON'T WANT ME ANYMORE! REMEMBER? STOP FUCKING CALLING ME! AND I'M GETTING MY NUMBER CHANGED! GOT THAT?"

Her blood bustled through her. She tried to move, but the impact of his words collisioned with her heart. "Okay..." She murmured in a ghastly creep, as she heard the phone die in her ear. Slowly she accompanied the phone down, shutting it off with her thumb. She peered at Jade for several seconds.

Her hands and arms were swinging in the air, and she was laughing. "Dadadadadada."

She misplaced her hands to her face and balled.

She knew that she needed to do something with herself. She could feel herself...tarnished. She felt like death. She looked like death. She arrogated a phone number from the coffee table, which had been picked up since she kicked it over. As she cried and sniffled she dialed the number, glancing at it several times to make sure she tuned it accurately. She held the phone to her ear.

"This is Domestications furniture store. I am Jeffery, how can I help you?"

"Hi."

"Are you okay? This is not the suicide hotline..."

She laughed though her tears. "I'm not looking for a suicide hotline yet." She groaned. "This is Kim Miller. I spoke to you a few weeks ago."

He pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it. "This is Kim? Are...are you okay? Why are you crying?"

She rubbed Jade's hand with her finger. "I'm...I'm fine. I broke my entertainment center. It's broken." She cried.

"Awwwww. Don't cry because it's broken. You are hysterical for nothing, ma'am. You ordered the custom made pieces for your living room, right? You had two entertainment pieces made to hold your stereo and speakers. They were on both sides of the large TV."

"Yeah." She mumbled. "I broke the glass."

"Ma'am, it's really not worth crying over."

"I'm not crying." She cried.

"Umm...yes you are. I can hear you crying."

She wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I just need someone to take it out of my house. It looks so ugly broken. I think the sound system is broken too."

"Ma'am, I can barely hear you, but I'll send some guys out tonight and have them pick up the broken furniture, and I will have it fixed for you for free. I'll send them around seven PM."

She sniffled. "Thank...thank you. And I need to order a table made for my daughters play room." She cried. "Like the low ones in daycare. She needs a table for the room to be complete."

The man looked at the phone in questioning. "Ma'am, why don't you let me call you back a little later? And why don't you get some rest? I'll call you back and hopefully you aren't crying by then. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

"Yes, you are welcome. And I hope you feel better. Bye bye, Mrs. Miller."

"Bye." She moaned.

She suspended the phone into the receiver for about one minute before the phone rang again.

Kim didn't have to talk. Her cries were enough to make Calia identify her. "Kim? You are still..."

She interrupted her. "He broke up with me. He...he really broke up with me. He told me not to call him anymore. He hates me." She placed a hand over the left side of her face. "He hates me. He didn't have to say it. I...I just knew. I just knew."

"Kim, since I am the only one you are telling this to, I am going to come over. I think you need someone to be with you right now. I mean you are all hysterical still. That is NOT good! Something horrible is going to happen to you if you don't stop. You are hurting yourself."

"No...no. Don't come over. I have to go to the store to get Jade some milk. She needs solids, which is why she is drinking so much milk to keep her hunger away."

"I can get her some."

She shook her head as she spoke. "No. I need to be strong for myself. I'll go...besides, the drive for you it too far and it would be too much just to get Jade some milk." She stated as she wept.

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"Do you see it? Do you see the magazine?"

Justin elected a magazine about fashion and browsed through it casually. "Nope."

Mike crossed his arms and laughed. "You are such a spoiled brat! I'm so serious, Justin. At the hotel you are staying you have two servants. Not one, but TWO! BUT! You still had to call me up, and get me out of my bed, to come and get you because you wanted a 'certain' magazine. I mean, why couldn't you just tell one of your 'servants' to get the magazine? Huh?"

He continued to peruse through the magazine, and chuckled lightly. "Because I wanted YOU to take me to get it...haha! I didn't want my hotel 'servants' to get it. They aren't servants they are assistants."

He pouted. "But this sucks, Justin. We've been to like ten different grocery stores. Knowing you you probably have all of the magazines Kim was in already. And if you wanted to get the mag yourself, then why didn't you? Why you have to wake me up and be bothering me?"

He laughed. "You shouldn't be sleep at like two in the afternoon, you ditz! And anyway, you know how it is, Mike. You know that I can't go into grocery stores, because too many fans..."

He cut him off. "Lord, I know you ain't still saying' that. Justin...NO one is going to bother you in the store. That was then, this is now. People respect your privacy much more than they used to. Like right now. You have your hat on, doing your thing. People don't even know it's you. Now people will know it's you, because of me. Six-five. Three hundred. You can easily spot me out. But I have a hat on too, and not many people know what I look like. We are both pretty much unrecognizable."

He granted Mike a look before he stuck a lollipop in is mouth. He leaned against the aisle and began to read something that caught his attention.

Mike shook his head and laughed. "What are you reading, Timberlake?"

"Ten ways to please your woman." He shrugged.

"You know what I love about you, J?" He clapped his hands. "You just don't give a shit. Ahahaha! How you just gonna lean there and open up a lollipop you didn't buy, and be reading a magazine you didn't buy?" His eyes squinted. "You just don't care do you?"

"Nope."

"Hey, I'm not approving of you actions. I hope you are paying for that stuff. As rich as you are. I just think it's cool how fearless you are. Give me some dap." He presented his hand out to him to do a handshake. Justin didn't move. "Hold on. I know you ain't leavin' me hangin'"

He swirled the lollipop in his mouth. "Yup."

"Hey, man. Thats mean. You just don't do that. Don't try to get arrogant on me or I'll chop your ass."

His eyebrow raised. "If you chop me. I'm gonna chop you back, old man."

He cackled. "Ah! Don't even try that, Justin. Chris and JC are BOTH older than me. I'm Joey's age. And you'll chop me? Oh, whatever. You didn't say that last night." He winked fakely.

Justin took the magazine, and threw it back in it's rightful place. "Okay, MIKEEKA! Now I'd date any race, thats not a problem. But you are a little too manly for me, babe. I'm not digging the facial hair and all of that. Now if you looked along the lines of Janet Jackson, we would have several kids by now."

"AHAHAHA! Justin, you are retarded. You know what? Janet Jackson is not all that fine to me. She looks fake. Her cheeks look fake and her nose and stuff."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't you dare talk about her like that. I'll slap you! We are getting married in a while, and you need to respect her. SHE IS FINE!"

He chuckled. "You need help, kid. I REALLY hope you are paying for that lollipop. That is so ghetto, how are you just going eat something you haven't paid for? I just don't get it."

"I just don't get it. I just don't get why you won't shut up." He mocked.

"Justin, do you see the magazine? Are you even looking for it?"

He began to dance away. Sucking furiously on the lollipop. "They don't have the magazine. But I'm reading others...muhahaha."

"Why don't we go to like a bookstore or something? And are you drunk or something? You are painfully happy to have just broken up with the most beautiful woman on earth. Might I add ended your marriage, which you've planned for a year."

He never took his interest from the next magazine he handled. "Most beautiful woman in the world? Riiiiiiight."

"I have seen many girls, and I can still say that she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen all around. Kim is very beautiful. She has the prettiest smile."

"Kim sucks. Can't stand her. Want nothing to do with her. Anyway. Next..."

He stared him in his arched face. "You don't miss her at all?"

He gazed up. "HELL NAW!" He spat in seriousness. "All that shit I had to deal with with her? Hell no, I don't miss her. I am so happy right now. "

"But how did..."

He put his hand up. "Kim is a bitch. I no longer want to be with her. End of story."

"Thats really mean to say."

"It's just the truth. And the truth hurts sometimes. She left all of these messages on my phone and pager. She's all crying. Whatever. I don't need that shit. She wasn't crying when my lips were blue. Maybe she was. But she didn't care. Kim, will you marry me? I was shaking and shit. All she said to me was no. Um, so I had to say...bye bye bye."

Mike had nothing to say.

"Yeah." He beamed. "Thats what I thought." He pointed to something in a magazine. "Hey! I met her before. She's a Playboy bunny. Bunnies are nice."

He laughed. "Oh, my God. Bunnies are nice though."

Justin trembled with laugher and he glanced to the side. He never saw her coming. He absolutely did not expect to see Kim entering the aisle from the opposite direction. He quickly pushed Mike over to the next aisle, which was the dog food section. He was laughing harder. "Man, did you see her? I didn't realize the mags were in the same section as the baby food. Did you see Kim, Mike? Did you see the look on her face? Oh my God. AHAHAHAHA! She looks all sad and depressed." He laughed into Mike's chest. "Awwwww, poor baby." He blurted sarcastically. "BULLLLL SHIT! AHAHAHAHA!"

Several people in the aisle gave him a corrupt look.

He nodded to them. "Yeah. Yeah. Hale Alpo!"

Mike grabbed him. "Justin, will you calm down? And yeah I saw her. That is not funny. She looks like she is about to fall out or something. Why are you laughing?"

He picked up something. "Hey! Aren't these those bacon treat thingies? They look like real bacon. I wonder what they taste like...hahahahaha!"

He stole the treats from him and put them back. "Justin, are you drunk or high? It's not like you to be acting so stupid. What is wrong with you. Let me smell your breath."

He blew his breath in his face.

"Without the lollipop in your mouth, Justin."

He lugged the lollipop from his mouth and blew his breath in his face again. "High?" He laughed. "I'm not high or drunk, Mike. I am just happy to be free of physical and mental abuse. I'm not whipped anymore." He tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm about to follow Kim around for a bit. I'm bored, and want to see what she is up to. Besides I wanna see little Jade-Lynn."

"Playing stalker, Justin?"

He nodded evilly. "Yup." He sniggled. "The hat hides my identity well, right?"

"Yeah. You can't see your braids."

"Good. You stay here and don't move, Kim has no need to be in the dog food aisle. I'll be back." He inverted to walk away, but circulated back sharply. "Oh. Here! Suck on this." He shoved the lollipop in Mike's mouth, and strolled away laughing.

"Ahhhhhh! Grosssssss!"

Justin permitted into the aisle with a tremendous grin on his face. Kim was in the same place she was when he left. She was rummaging through her pockets.

She sniffled. "Okay. Where is it? I've been looking for it for the last few minutes. I can't believe I lost the list. But of course I would lose it. This has been one of the worst days of my life." With one hand, she reached deeply into her back pocket. A piece of paper fluttered out of the pocket and slipped under the aisle. She wiped her hair to the side and bounced Jade up higher on her shoulder. "Great. There goes the list." She sighed. "Okay. Calm down. I think the last type of milk that I got you was the Similac formula three...but I'm not sure. But I need to be sure, because I read somewhere that switching milks back and fourth could make you sick. Um..." She paused. "Why did I stop breast feeding? Okay, Jade. I'm going to get you the formula three. If you get sick, then I'll know why." She crotched the plastic bottle of milk. "I love the bottles of milk. They are so cute. Yeah, this is the one. Hmmm, shake well. I never noticed that before."

Jade eyes wondered around. "Da..."

"I better start reading things more. It's irresponsible not to."

"Dada! DADA! DADA! DADAAAAAAAAA!" Jade began to have a fit. She kicked and screamed. "DAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAA! DAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Shhhhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhh! Shhhhhhh, baby girl. Yes, I know you miss him. Mommy is almost done with the shopping. I know I never take you to the grocery store with me. I had no one else to watch you."

She began to fight and squirm.

Kim was walking down the aisle, and she didn't know it was closer to Justin.

"DADAAAAAAAAAAAA! DADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Jade cried. As Kim walked by Justin, Jade reached out and touched his shoulder with her hand.

"Jade, PLEASE! Mommy misses him too."

Things weren't so funny anymore. Justin's mended heart had caved in. Not just because Jade was crying out to him, because he didn't know such joyless words would confide her and Kim's mouth. They sounded so detestable and gruesome. He followed Kim as she wallowed through the store, which had very few customers.

She province Jade's pacifier in her mouth and she was able to quiet her.

Justin noticed that Jade was looking at him. She had developed enough neck muscles to lift her head all by herself. She would not part her eyes from his, which made him self-conscious, and made him feel he was going to get caught following Kim.

"Shhhhh. Hush now, sweetie. Everything is going to be be okay." She swayed Jade gently and kissed the top of her head. She strained Jade's head back, to pick at her curls. "I swear you look so much like your daddy. It's scary. I bet he feels bad that a girl looks 'exactly' like him." She laughed faintly, but could feel herself trying to cry. She sucked up the emotion and tried to move on, but she couldn't mask the tears this time. "Okay. Not now, Kim. Now is not the time to be breaking down." She laughed again in embarrassment. "What else was on the list? Oh, I think I had cookies on there...I want some. Chocolate creamed Oreo's, yum!" She suspired a breath. "You know, Jade. Your mother is not a very smart person. I am probably the only person that would walk into a store, with a baby in her arms, without getting a basket. Watch my stupid ass drop and break something. Today is NOT my day..." She hindered in front of the Oreo's.

Justin approached her until her was about five feet away. His back was too her. But he would glance at her occasionally to get the slightest scrutiny of her.

A stranger regarded Kim. "OH, MY GOD! YOU ARE KIM MILLER!"

She transplaced a look to him.

"Whoa...what's wrong with you? You look terrible. But you know what? You are fine. You are the finest chick on the earth. You are so damn HOT! I am your biggest fan! I have all of your pics. I know all of your info. You weigh one-hundred and thirteen pounds. You like to dance and cook... you are so fucking talented!"

"DO YOU MIND? I wish you wouldn't be talking like that in front of my daughter."

"Sorry. Hey, can I have your number? Give me your number, so I can call you."

She squinted her eyes. "Are you joking. There is no way I am giving you my number."

He chuckled. "Hey, you hot ass! Why are you so bitter. And why in the hell do you look so bad?" He stared deeply into her face. "Oh, he broke up with you didn't he?"

She nailed the cookies and began to walk away.

The stranger seeked after her, which caused her to halt walking. "Is that Timberlake duded crazy? He really broke up with you. It's written all over you face like a R.L. Stine book. He broke up with you. He is a dumb fuck! I hate that Timberlake boy. I don't know what you see in him. And he is a huge stupid fuck for breaking up with you. Don't deny it. You clearly look like you've been dumped by Justin Timberlake."

She licked her lips, and pointed at him in protest. "Justin did not break up with me. We are fine."

He intercrossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Then how come your not wearing the huge diamond ring?"

She stuttered. "Because...because he's getting more diamonds added on to it."

He waved his head. "You are the worst liar."

She bit her lip. "It's true. In fact he's here right now. He's getting something. And when he finds me, he's gonna kick your ass for all of the things you said. Just watch."

He laughed. "Please, girl. He's not here. And I can't believe he broke up with you. He is such a loser. I hate him more than any of the Nsync guys."

"You stop talking about him. You don't know him, so don't say you hate him. He's the sweetest guy in the world."

He held her free arm. "Yeah. Whatever. Please give me your number? I'll be the best man for you ever. I'll take care of you and the baby. I told you. It's obvious he broke up with you."

She couldn't believe that he had grabbed her arm. "Oh, I know you didn't just grab me. I told you Justin and I are together, and you have crossed the line. I'm NOT giving you my number, so get off of me. My daughter does not need to be witnessing this."

"Come on, Kim. Just give me your number. Your e-mail or something. God, you are SO hot!"

"Get off of me. How dare you hold me? I don't even know you." She was holding the milk between her arm, along with the cookies. "You are going to make me drop my stuff."

Justin made a countdown in his head. He didn't care if Kim was to find out he was there. The mysterious guy had went to far. And he was going to give him ten seconds to leave before he was to punch him out. No one was to grab Kim, as was he. Ten, nine, eight...

"I'd love to just call you. Come on. What the big deal?"

"LET ME GO!" She shouted.

"I just want..."

"LET ME GO! OR I WILL KICK YOU IN THE BALLS! Just look at the sneakers I have on. Sketchers. They can do some major damage."

Justin removed his hat and his blazing eyes met with the scared and paralyzed man.

He was so unprepared to see Justin, that he went pale and thought he had peed on himself. "OH, SHIT! OH, SHIT! Oh, my God. Kim, I am SO Sorry! I AM SO SORRY!"

"I'll get you later." He mouthed to him, as he rapidly trooped away. Justin put his hat back on and was able to keep his presence to Kim as a secret. He didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't know WHY he was following her.

"Haha. You better run." She sucked her teeth. "What a dumb ass...every time I go to the store. Every time. I have an encounter with a dude just like him. It's typical. All guys are alike. Oh, you look terrible. You look like Justin Timberlake broke up with you. Whatever. I couldn't look that bad. Sorry you had to see that, Jadey Wadey." She viewed a man, who was wearing a white, beanie-like hat. His back was to her, so she couldn't see his face. She walked passed him and into the next aisle.

Maybe be he was trying to get caught by Kim. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be with her or not. Well, he didn't want to be with her because of certain qualifications she contained. But he missed her. It was probably why he was following her.

"I have no idea what else is on the list. I'll just get some chips and then get out of here. I know you are tired Jade. Oh, I needed to get something for dinner too. I don't feel like cooking. I cook because Justin eats my cooking...I'll eat out tonight." She could hear a rattle under her feet. "My shoe is untied. God, let me tie it, before I trip and fall." She eyed both sides of her. "But I can't hold you and tie my shoe. And I definitely can't lay you on the floor or something. I should have just brought the carrier in here. I have some major problems. Why do I have a brain if I cannot use it?" She approximated to an middle aged couple, who was in the aisle with her. "Excuse me." They turned to her. "Can you please hold my daughter for me, while I tie my shoe?"

"Why of course." The friendly woman replied.

Her husband took the items in Kim's hand. "Let me get that for you."

"Thank you so much."

"Sweetie, shouldn't you have gotten a basket, since you have you baby with you and you are shopping." The man asked.

She nodded as she bent down and retied her shoelace. "Yes, I know. I am just having the worst day ever. I haven't been using my head."

She awed at the baby. "Awwww she is sooooo....wait a second. This is..." Her eyes carried down to Kim. "OH MY GOD! It's Kim the model. This is Justin Timberlake's daughter. You are the one that is marrying him in a few days. WOW! Aren't you just excited about the wedding?"

She endured to her feet and was dumb with silence.

Justin's ears were intruding into the conversation, and when Kim hesitated to answer, he watched her to hopefully capture and understanding for the pausation. Her face told all.

Tears climbed down her face and collected at a pool on the floor.

"Is something wrong? Why do you look so sad? Now, don't cry." The man announced.

She took Jade back into her shaking arms. "I...I need to go. I need to go." She attracted her food items as best as she could.

"Well, okay. I hope things get better." The man pronounced. He and his wife walked away gazing at her in unsureness.

Kim trampled to the beginning of the aisle and positioned herself into a corner. She was back to back with Justin and didn't even know it.

"Dadadadadada!"

Kim put her head down and cries that she could not control committed from her mouth. "Oh, God." She whispered. "Why does everyone have to rub it in? My life can't get any worse right now. I've never felt this bad." She established her face to her arm and cried. She spent a minute or two contracting herself together. "I can't believe this just happened. Crying in a store? I have to get out of here." She moaned. She was sniffling as if she had the flu and needed to blow her nose, but had nothing to blow her nose with. She sniffed as forceful as she could and addressed to the register.

Justin stood at the very beginning of an aisle, so that Kim was in his view.

"Hey, Kim!" A well known clerk expressed.

She put the milk and the cookies down next to the register. "Hi"

His eyes widened at the sight of her. "Kim? What's wrong? Why are you crying? You look so bad.  No offense"

She giggled. "Female problems." 

He nodded. "Oh, things like that. You poor thing. Awww I've never seen the baby in person before. Oh, my God. She looks..."

"Just like Justin." She muttered. "I know she does. Everyone says it."

"Sorry. I was just saying...you know, Kim. You don't look very well. Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful. You are just either sad or sick. And I'm not sure, which one yet." He handed her a Kleenex.

She wiped her tears with it. "Both." She whispered.

"What is it?" His curiosity got the best of him, and he was trying to appear sincere.

"I don't want to talk about it." She mumbled. "I'm sorry. Let me just say today has been the worst day. It couldn't get any worse." She snatched the sunglasses from her shirt and slipped them on. She never really worse sunglasses, or attached them to her shirt. She got the habit from Justin. In this case she was wearing them to cover the hideous glaze of her eyes.

Justin couldn't take anymore. He strutted away and rejoined the dog food section of the store. Mike was waiting for him and was distinctly impatient. "So, Justin. Done playing stalker? Just look at your face. It's not so funny anymore is it?"

Justin understood what he was talking about. "No." He whispered.

"What a strange day. I cannot believe you were both in the same store at the same time. Justin, did you ever find that magazine?"

"No." His words barely traceable of noise. "Let's go Mike. I can't stay in here a second longer." He had his fights with Kim. And he had his suffering with Kim. But his body never ached more or loathed more, when it came to his own daughter not only crying, but reaching out to him. How would he EVER get over distinguishing such a thing? From another point of view how could Jade?


Chapter 61

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