Hearts Divided 21 and 22 -- Fictional Getdown

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Date Posted: 01:37:29 08/05/02 Mon
Author: Gina
Subject: Hearts Divided 21 and 22

21:

//Lys//

I didn�t know what to say. I wasn�t sure what to do. In spite of impulses to the contrary, I opened the door and let them in. We were in a small, windowless office in the local stadium of . . . well, it was a big city but I don�t think I�ll share just which one.

I noticed right off that they were holding hands, and it made my heart hurt to see that. I was happy for them though, glad they seemed to have worked everything out. Even with my own feelings, I had never seen two people who seemed more meant for each other. I took a deep breath and blinked, fighting to hold back the tears which had already built up, filling my eyes. I managed a weak smile. �Hi,� I muttered. Of course they saw right through me. They both have an annoying habit of doing that.

�We need to talk,� Justin said. �We ALL need to talk.� I had lost their friendship. I had lost their love. Even better, I was going to lose my job, and I was further in debt than I had been when I got hired. Most people have comfort foods. I went on a comfort shopping spree right after B found out. Store clerks don�t question gold cards, and I had several. They were all maxed out in a single afternoon.

Dimly, I realized they were waiting for me to say something. I guess Justin must have asked me a question. I still have no idea what it was. It didn�t matter though, because B did something then that nearly killed me. She hugged me.

Those arms . . . that skin . . . the smell of her hair. And she wasn�t letting go. Actually, she kept squeezing me tighter and tighter, until I could barely breathe. I was hoping she would kill me. At least then I wouldn�t have to watch them together and suffer, knowing I could never have that . . .

She was crying, the way she had that first night. Tears streamed and her nose ran. I loved her though, snotty nose and all. Justin had moved from the doorway, but it didn�t occur to me to wonder where he�d gone until I felt his arms slide around both of us. He kept whispering something, but it didn�t make any sense. Then I realized he was crying too, and so was I, though I had no idea how long ago my own tears had started to fall. My knees were weak, and B was just leaning against me. We would have fallen if not for Justin�s arms.

�I can�t lose you. I can�t lose you. I can�t lose you.� Justin couldn�t stop, and I wasn�t sure who he was talking to. Me? It couldn�t be me. He was supposed to be with BRITNEY. But those were definitely his lips on the back of my neck in between utterances. I kept thinking how awful it must be for B to hear that, but I slowly realized that she didn�t seem to mind at all. Actually, she was alternately kissing my throat and Justin�s chin. So much for talking.

Britney was the first to pull away. Justin followed her lead and we just sat knee to knee in a little circle on the floor, staring at each other.

�So where do we go from here?� Justin�s question startled me. Britney looked at me expectantly. Justin looked hopeful. No one had to elaborate. We all knew the unspoken question his words were standing in for.

We all loved each other . . . so much it was frightening. But could we make a relationship like this work?

22:

//Justin//

I couldn�t believe it. They were both mine. They loved me. They really did. And it didn�t bother me that they loved each other just as much, if not more. I knew how they felt from experience. I loved them both in different ways, but it didn�t really matter. No matter what I�d been taught all my life, I couldn�t imagine that this, any of this, was wrong.

We stayed in that office for a whole, just holding each other. We were a big pile of arms and legs. They were leaning against me, against my chest, one on each side. I could only see the tops of their heads, but even that small glimpse reminded me of how perfectly they complimented each other.

At some point, one of us (I have no idea which; it could have been me, it could have been B, it could have been Lys) had taken down Lys� hair. A few dark locks had intertwined with B�s and the sight just mesmerized me. I know it seems stupid, but there was just something about that . . . it seemed so unreal. I was in awe of the way the delicate strands had laced themselves together. I wanted to touch it, but I was afraid. Me, Justin Timberlake, afraid of women�s hair. The spell was broken when B sat up and stretched, then rubbed her eyes. Lys� hair slipped away from hers and that fact mad me sad in some way, though I had no idea why.

�How long was I asleep?� I looked at her, shocked. She�d been asleep? She could tell I didn�t know. �OK, how long has Lys been asleep?� Lord I was out of it. Both of them had been sleeping, and I might have even dozed myself. She started to laugh at me. She covered her mouth with both hands and I could see the tears building up from trying to hold in her laughter so as not to wake Lys. Lys woke up then. She stretched and looked at us like we were both crazy. Hell, maybe we were.

�Um, will someone let me in on the joke?�

Until she said that I�d been so preoccupied that I didn�t realize I was laughing. That must have seemed even funnier to B, because she fell over. Literally. She had been sitting cross-legged and she just fell over to the side and curled up in a little ball. She was laughing so hard she was shaking, then she cried, and then she laughed some more. Lys looked really confused, but she was so damn sexy with her lips pursed and her brow all wrinkled up . . . furrowed, I think that�s the word. Yeah, her brow was furrowed. She crawled over to B and started patting her on the back. She helped B sit up and finally pieced together that I hadn�t even noticed they were asleep. Then Lys made some little smart-ass comment about me being a typical man, and I didn�t even get insulted. Yep, it was definitely real love.

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Gina, can I just tell you that it's official - I am HOOKED on this! I am DYING for the next chapters already! LOL! -- Sonali, 19:50:55 08/07/02 Wed
Awww, this is such a cool story!! :o) (NT) -- Z, 22:03:27 08/10/02 Sat