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Date Posted: 14:33:12 11/25/02 Mon
Author: Tiffany
Subject: *~*~*~*Angelia*~*~*~* Chapter Four: I Know

Okay...I know that it's short but please be patient. More is coming soon.

Tiffany


As usual, Justin hadn’t slept. Sleeping, thought he cynically, is for squares. When Chris called to check on him, he lied to his best friend when he said he’d gotten and full nights rest. Chris had laughed almost bitterly; told Justin he was full of shit and hung up. Justin took this with a grain of salt considering the man that had just hung up on him had gone on a three-week drinking and smoking binge when FuMan Skeeto took a nose dive. But, like a good friend, Justin had kept his distance and let Chris handle things in his own way, knowing that Chris had seen way too much as a young adult and child, to ever make abusing liquor a permanent habit.


Justin was writing for his solo album and doing things his own way. Not sleeping and spending plenty of time spacing out and being anti-social. He wasn’t trying to be rude to anyone; this was just the way he was choosing to brainstorm. He put himself in the mindset of a layperson and became Justin Timberlake ‘The dork’. He hadn’t been ‘The dork’ in a very long time. The only time he got to be ‘the dork’ was during *NSYNC tours. His band mates never admitted that he was ‘the face’ of *NSYNC. No, the would never do that. Instead, they indulged him in all the normalcy they could provide and started calling him ‘the dork’.


Last night had been a night of writers’ block and temporary insecurity. He couldn’t find the right lyrics for a song he’d been working on and since he had perfectionist tendencies, he became insecure when he couldn’t do things exactly the way he wanted them done. This happened often. When he would have the impression that songwriting should come naturally and easily. He sometimes felt like a fraud. Like he was doing the wrong thing by writing the entire album by himself. But hope always came in the morning. And for Justin, hope came around two in the morning.


The girl by the lagoon. The one that he had sensed while fiddling with his guitar. At first he had thought that it was just a raccoon or a fox playing around in the broken tree branches. But when he heard the almost indelible clicks of a camera, he knew that it was a human. This hadn’t bothered him. The fact that someone was taking pictures near him. After all, he was in a beautiful spot and the moon had been full. But what got him…what piqued his interest was when she ran away. And not just any ordinary running, she ran so fast that he could see tiny patches of dirt and grass flying into the air as she kicked it up with her panther quick feet.


He hadn’t seen her face or her body very well for that matter but he did see what she looked like…the way she ran, the way her hair looked, the way her creamy mocha skin glowed, he interpreted it all as beauty. Her body was graceful, voluptuous and delicately proportioned. And when she climbed up into her house he’d almost tripped over his bottom lip. She was like a female Spiderman letting her legs stick to the beam that went at least twenty feet high. With absolute confidence in herself and with the accuracy of a tarantula she got up to her room without stopping for a breath. Somehow after this, he found himself underneath the second floor window throwing rocks at it. Wanting to see her face. Needing to see her face. But she never opened the window.


Stirring the batter for the German chocolate cake he was making Justin knew that he was still knee deep in writers block. He looked at the kitchen he usually kept exceptionally clean and grimaced. Since he’d come home around two thirty that morning, he’d made chocolate chip cookies, Mrs. Fatone’s lasagna, his mothers macaroni and cheese, attempted his granny’s peach cobbler, tried his hand at risotto (failing miserably), made an enchilada bake and salmon pasta salad. While his kitchen wasn’t dirty, it wasn’t as clean as he liked it. What plagued him the most was the fact that he had cooked three main courses, two side dishes and was working on a third dessert. He had no way of eating all of what he made and he definitely knew his mother wasn’t going to stock her refrigerator with the evidence of her sons writers block. No, there was only one person who would take the food without complaint.


After the German chocolate cake was baked, frosted and wrapped with everything else he intended to be given away, Justin packed the backseat of his new Acura with three grocery bags full of food from Kitchen ala Timberlake. Driving towards his destination he absently observed his hometown. Thank God for southern hospitality, he thought. If it weren’t for Millington’s unwillingness to be rude or offensive, he would probably have tons of people sleeping outside of his house or worse, following him around when all he wanted to do was be left alone. Which is why, discreetly, he was glad that the mystery girl ran away from him last night. The last thing he wanted was a fan stuttering and blubbering, trying to find the right words to say to him. Instead, she ran.


Approaching a two story duplex unit Justin stopped his car and grinned cynically as he saw a tan Audi in the driveway. Getting out the food without scratching his car with his keys he smiled genuinely and began the short trek to the door. Making it to the door without a neighbor’s dog coming to bite him in the ass, Justin knocked on the door. When the door was left unanswered Justin knocked again this time almost wanting to laugh out loud. Finally after almost five minutes, the door opened. An attractive tan woman with long legs and unruly curly brown hair stood in a white bath robe with daggers for Justin shooting out of her nearly black eyes. Justin smiled innocently attempting to soften her anger. She stood stubbornly at the door with her hands on her hips unwilling to let his boyishly good looks win her.


“I love you.” Justin said trying to stifle a laugh

“Fuck. Off.” The girl said obviously not amused

“But…I’ve bought something for you”

“I don’t give a shit if you have fucking Ben Affleck in
that car butt-assed naked ready to take for a ride on his piece. Go home, Justin” he laughed and walked into the house “Did you fucking hear me? Go home!”

“Sonali” Justin said giving his best friend a bored look “You know you don’t want me to go home”

“Oh no?” she asked smartly “Okay”


Sonali grabbed Justin by the arm just as he had put the food he made on the kitchen counter, dragged him by his shirt to the door, thrusts him out of the house and locked the door. As she walked quickly towards the stairs that lead to the second floor of the duplex she heard the top lock of her door click. She turned around sharply and watched in utter annoyance as the door swung open and her best friend strutted through the door with the same undeniable self-confidence that made her want to kill him.


“Did you miss me?” Justin asked dangling his key

“No”

“Sure you did” Justin said dismissively “Whatcha doin?”

“I was actually trying to have sex with my boyfriend”

“Then why did you answer the door?”

“BECAUSE I CAN’T DO IT WITH YOUR IMAGE IN MY HEAD!”

“Oh…” Justin said in mock offense “Well anyway, now that it’s over…let’s have some of the food that I made. You know I have writers block”

“Justin…Randall…Timberlake…if you don’t go home…” Sonali closed her eyes painfully “I’m going to fucking kill you”

“Come on Sona. You aren’t going to kill me. You love me too much”

“Actually…I don’t” Sonali said walking to the door and opening it “Go home. Do you want me to say it in English, Spanish, German or Hindi? You know I’m fluent in all four”

“I’ll go home if you can say it in Mandarin Chinese” Sonali closed her eyes again

“I don’t know Mandarin Chinese”

“Then I guess I’m staying. Pull up a chair and have some of Mrs. Fatone’s lasagna”

“VINCENT!” Sonali called towards the stairs


A wiry young man about the same height and weight as Justin came lazily walking down the stairs staring uninterestedly at the scene in front of him. His girlfriend and her best friend as always were bickering. Now, in Sonali’s fashion, she was bringing him into the fray. Walking towards Sonali, he looked at her sternly before looking at Justin with a look of boredom.


“Why don’t you just…go home. You’re obviously pissing her off”

“Why don’t you extract your nose from my business and stick it where it belongs…I don’t know…in Sonali’s…”

“JUSTIN!” Sonali said shocked “Don’t even go there” she looked at Vincent and smiled “But he does have a point”

“Okay…so if you’re going to agree with him, why am I here?”

“Because we have to make out in front of Justin until he leaves so that we can fuck” Vincent grimaced at his girlfriend’s abrasiveness

“I’m going back upstairs and pretend that I didn’t just wake up in this weird web of Timberlake-ism”

“Toodles” Justin said as Vincent made his way back upstairs


Sonali looked at Justin with a look of extreme annoyance before sitting down at her breakfast nook and opening Mrs. Fatone’s lasagna. Picking up a fork she grumbled bitterly as she bit into the meatless version of the dish that made Mrs. Fatone the Food Mommy. As the rich tomato sauce, mozzarella, and spinach slid slowly down her throat Sonali relaxed and gave Justin an inviting look.


“It’s good”

“Of course it is”

“Keep the cockiness and you’ll be wearing this food”

“Well…if you ask People Magazine, I’d make it look good” Sonali rolled her eyes and took another bite “I need to talk, Sona”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t bust your balls as bad as you need them busted”


Sonali had seen him like this before. When *NSYNC came back to the states to no fans, when the whole Lou thing happened, when No Strings Attached was released. It never ended with Justin. Drama is never ending for him. And as his friend of almost eight years she knew that he struggled with keeping normalcy. The problem with Justin was…he wanted his cake and eat it too. He wanted a normal relatively quiet life but he also wanted a successful musical career. In his dreams, fans would respect his privacy, magazine’s wouldn’t want a piece of him, people wouldn’t lie to him, he would have to lie to people and he could have girlfriend without the arising suspicion that she’s using him to further her own career.


She and Justin had known each other since Justin was thirteen and Sonali was twelve. She had been a fan of the Mickey Mouse Club and won a contest to spend a week with the cast. While she had a sincere affection for Christina and Britney, Sonali felt herself drawn to the ever talented Justin Timberlake. They spent lunches and dinners together chatting about movies and what she liked about school. When she first started hanging out with him, he seemed withdrawn and very quiet when in actuality he was just trying to get a feel for how genuine she was. A skill that he’d perfected by the age of nineteen. When she left Justin made the idle promise (so she thought) to write and call her whenever he could. And although Britney Spears enamored him, he always made time for Sonali. Over the years, when he needed an unbiased opinion, he called Sonali. And as time went by, Sonali considered Justin to be her best friend.


There are forces in life that drive a people together. It was so with MMC, it was true with *NSYNC, and it is definitely true with Sonali and Justin. Things that Sonali would never think to tell anyone felt like second nature telling Justin. When she’d accidentally gotten pregnant from a terrible date rape scenario at 18, Justin came to Chicago and flew them both down to Orlando for a few weeks while he was recording No Strings Attached. When she’d sink to the pits of self-depreciation and loathing he was the motivating force in her life. And although their friendship would never be anymore than that, Sonali knew that Justin was the only man she would ever love with a pure heart.


“What are you thinking about?” Sonali asked as Justin reflected over his macaroni “You look a little gone”

“Doodle was a-riding on his pony, chillin’ wit a phat bowl of macaroni”

“You’re sick man” he grinned absently “What’s on your mind kiddo”

“I’m going through a really bad case of writers block Sona and I don’t know how to snap out of it. Cooking didn’t help me this time”

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“Britney”

“Oh shit” Sonali said with a mouthful food “I’d give you a courtesy fuck but I’m involved with someone” Justin looked at her wryly

“Thanks. But…I don’t know. I met…err…almost met this girl last night”

“Do tell”

“There’s nothing to tell really” Justin sighed “I was over by Harpers Lagoon playing my acoustic and I can feel a set of eyes on me. It was weird. Almost like this…this tired Karma. When I finally heard her moving around on the other side of the water, I swam over there and started looking for her. I kinda thought there was ya know…paparazzi. I was pissed at first. And when I told her to come out. She ran”

“Did she have a camera?”

“Yeah, but not a paparazzi camera. In fact, she lives in the house on the other side of Harpers Lagoon”

“That’s uh…” Sonali put her head down and tried to recall the name “Nichole Sprouse. She just moved here from Memphis. She’s going to be the new Theatre teacher at Millington High”

“No. She isn’t from around here. I know pretty much everyone here and I don’t know her. She’s…black, I could tell that and uh…I don’t know. I need to see her again”

“Oh my God” Sonali laughed heartily “You’re such a typical”

“A typical?”

“Yeah. You’re just like the rest of those fucking celebrities. You have millions of beautiful female fans who would give their right tittie for you and you only want the girls that run away. You are a weird one Mr. Grinch”

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