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Date Posted: 21:00:28 03/19/02 Tue In reply to: Kira 's message, "*Silence* Part Six...Feedback Please" on 01:03:03 02/01/02 Fri >The gray clouds ambled ominously over the sea, causing Just bumping. >the waves to roll into the shore with a glaring force >and the spray of the ocean mingled angrily with the >growing winds. > >Tamilia stood crouched in the sand, slowly twirling >the football in her fingers. She glared playfully at >Justin through her legs in her squatted position. >“Forty-two, thirty-eight, one hundred and >seventy-four…hike!” Tamilia spiked to Justin. > >Her bare then dug into the sand and she took off, >sprinting down the sands. Justin dropped back and >launched the ball, signaling to Tamilia. Tongue >lagging out of her mouth, she looked over her >shoulder. Her hands came up and deftly caught the >perfectly spiraling ball. Cradling it closing to her >body. Tamilia set her sights on Justin barreling >towards her and she began running in HIS direction. > >Justin chortled evilly and wiggled his fingers. His >legs moved easily over the sand and he slowed down to >a trot, stalking Tamilia with a devilish gleam. She >was fearless and ran directly towards him. Showing no >trepidation or hesitation. Justin began to sprint on >winged feet, his arms pumping fiercely by his sides. >They were mere feet away. > >Tamilia giggled and veered skillfully to the right, >then zigzagged to the left. She was determined to >score for she was losing. Badly. The score of their >laughable two person football game was 47 to 23. The >pop star was winning. But not for long. > >Justin’s ragged breaths echoed behind her and his arm >shot outward, catching her waist, exposed by her >string bikini and he dove into the sand, landing on >top of her. Tamilia’s eyes opened as the cloud of >sand dissipated. “Looks like you got me,” she pouted. > >“Of course.” > >“You gonna move?” Tamilia questioned, arching her >eyebrow. > >“Nope.” Justin pushed the football out of their grasp. > >Tamilia frowned and pushed against his bare chest. >“Get up. You’re heavy,” she grunted. > >“No. I’m very comfortable. You’re right up against >me and I don’t have anything else to do, but lye here >all day long.” > >Tamilia giggled and her stomach tickled Justin’s. The >football game was forgotten as her arms closed around >his neck and Justin began nibbling sensually on her >earlobes and neck. Tamilia’s legs tangled with >Justin’s as they kissed in the sand. > >The couple had spent every moment together since the >festival. They never parted. Not even for a moment. >For Justin, he was seeing the world through >love-filled eyes. Everything shined brighter. > >And laughing. > >Justin found himself laughing whole-heartedly, his >entire body shook with mirth and his eyes filled with >jovial tears. He never knew it was possible to love >life as much as he was beginning to. With Tamilia, he >discovered little secrets about the world that no one >else seemed to know- tiny glittering things that most >people simply overlook. Like the tiny bubbles that >sprinkle the air after squeezing in the dish soap and >the sound of children laughing. How beautiful the >world can be when one walks slowly and doesn’t rush. > >All of these discoveries just exploded from the >tapestry of life as Justin found himself in love. >Joyously swimming in it. > >He had began to write again. During the night when he >was too wired and energized to sleep, he would churn >out gorgeous ballads and feel-good up-tempos. Justin >found through his music that he wasn’t afraid or lost, >that maybe he’d found his way out of his troubled >labyrinth…with a little help. > >The rain pelted down, hitting Justin’s bare back, >drenching his smooth, golden skin. Tamilia broke from >the kiss as the sky opened up and blessed the town >with nurturing rain. She closed her eyes and giggled >as it covered her face. Justin scrambled up from the >ground, pulling her up as well. It became unbearably >cold. “C’mon!” > >“We’re gonna get soaked!” Tamilia shouted over the >ocean’s waves. > >Justin grinned, pushing back his dripping curls. “I >know!” > >They walked peacefully through the downpour, hand in >hand. Tamilia hopped on Justin’s back and he spun >around in dizzying circles, taking his time in >reaching the house. > >They slid through the patio door, soaked to the bone. >Tamilia’s teeth chattered as she searched frantically >for anything to keep her warm. The air conditioning >was churning, keep the house luxuriously cool and she >cursed her tiny purple string bikini. Justin engulfed >her in his slick arms and pulled her into his chest. >It was chiseled and cold and hard, but offered her a >meager amount of warmth. “We c-can’t…stand here and >s-s-shiver,” Justin said shakily, running his hands >over Tamilia’s back. > >She groaned and buried her face in his chest, clinging >to him tighter. Licking her dry lips, she groaned as >she felt them become tinged with blue. “I-I’m gonna >go t-take a bath.” Tamilia stuttered as her teeth >chattered painfully. > >Justin a virulent chill coursed through him as she >left his arms. Tamilia scampered down the wide >hallways and stopped at the top of the stairs. Her >lilting verdant eyes focused on Justin’s glowing blue >ones and her supple lips curled into a sassy smirk, >“you comin’?” > >Justin’s mouth dropped open and he fumbled lamely over >his words before following her gleefully up the stairs. > >** > >The waters of the hot tub boiled and churned. Steam >rose off the bubbling waters and Justin groaned with >immense pleasure. “How come you let me get in and >didn’t happen to mention that you loaded the water >with girlie oil?” Justin questioned, slicking his wet >hair back. > >“You invaded MY bath and now you’re complaining,” >Tamilia rolled her eyes. > >“I’m not complaining. I just don’t want to smell like >my grandmother,” he stated. > >“Cary bought this oil for me. It’s my favorite and I >only use it for special occasions. You should feel >privileged to…number one be pampered by my >sweet-smelling oil and number two to be in this >luxurious hot tub with ME,” Tamilia smiled, scooting >between his legs. “Now, Grandma, you owe me a >massage.” > >Justin nodded and moved his large hands up and gently >untied the strings of her string bikini. It fell into >the water and he scooped it up, setting it aside. >Grabbing the bottle of baby oil, he took some into his >large hands and began kneeding Tamilia’s shoulders. > >“What are you going to do when you leave here…man, six >days?” he asked, his fingers twinkled firmly at the >smooth flesh of her neck and shoulders. > >Tamilia whimpered. It was derived from a combination >of physical euphoria and mental frustration. “I don’t >wanna think about it, Justin. Just keep rubbing.” > >“You’re going to have to think about it eventually >Tamilia.” > >“I know. Just not today. Hell, not in the next two >days. I don’t want to ruin this,” she whispered, >leaning her head of damp hair against his shoulder. > >Justin’s hands slid down to her waist and he massaged >her lower back with his thumbs. “Ruin what?” > >“This…whatever it is. I’m having the time of my life >and I don’t want to think about anything else. I >don’t want to even imagine what it’s going to be like >when you go back to Orlando, to your fame and I got >back to Atlanta to my shambles. I don’t want to think >about it, Justin.” > >Justin wrapped his right arm around her naked torso, >pressing her against his heart. He sensed the >uncertainty in her voice that lingered tauntingly in >the back of his mind. He pressed a feathery kiss on >her temple. “Tamilia, baby, we’re going to have to >face this eventually.” > >“I know,” she muttered. “Just not today.” > >“Then when? Tomorrow? Or the next day? I leave in >six days…we don’t have that much time.” > >Tamilia smiled bitterly. “We could stay here,” she >laughed sourly. > >“We can’t.” Justin answered with such finality. “You >don’t think I want to? I do.” > >Tamilia pushed away from Justin and stood up. Leaving >the warmth of the water, she dried her feet on the mat >and stalked into the master bedroom, trying herself >off. By the time, Justin made it out of the water, a >towel draped securely over his waist, Tamilia was >brushing her wet hair. She positioned herself in >front of the mirror and hastily braided. It fell >sloppily down her back. > >She pulled on a pair of jeans, a tee shirt and stepped >into her tennis shoes. “Where are you going?” Justin >asked. > >“I need to run to the store to get some things for >dinner tonight,” she answered coldly without looking >at him. > >Her beautiful green eyes were trained on what she was >doing. She slid her beaded bag over her shoulder >before sitting on the edge of the bed to tie her shoes. > >“Don’t leave angry, ‘Milia.” Justin begged. > >Tamilia’s nostrils flared. “I’m not angry, Justin. >Just…I need to think.” > >“You’re coming back?” he inquired, swallowing shakily. > >Tamilia’s eyes flitted in his direction at the sadness >in his eyes and the ice fell away. Her hardened >demeanor softened as if it had never been there and >she walked over to him, placing a tender kiss on his >lips. She pressed her forehead against his, fingering >the tiny curls on his neck. “Of course I am. Always, >Justin.” > >** > >Tamilia inspected the green peppers thoroughly. >Bringing them to her nose and smelling the pungent >spice. With a dejected sigh, she placed it in her >plastic bag and dropped it in her basket. Her bubble >of pure elation had been obliterated by Justin’s >simple question. She didn’t want to envision >returning home or the problems she would have. >Tamilia just wanted to stay in at her beautiful house >by the sea with this enchanting soul that she was >blessed to meet. > >She finished her shopped, getting the spices she >needed for dinner and some other ingredients for >dessert and moved to the check out aisle. Placing her >items on the counter, Tamilia smiled unsteadily at the >clerk. But her eyes her jumped to a headline on the >newspapers lining the back wall behind the clerk’s >counter. > >“Popstar’s Girlfriend May Cancel World Tour” > >Tamilia’s hands shook as she fixated on the headline. >She bit her lip and clenched the dollar bills in her >hands. > >“That’ll be $14.52, Miss.” The clerk said. “Excuse >me, miss,” he finally caught Tamilia’s gaze. “That’ll >be $14.52.” > >Tamilia chuckled humorlessly. “Um, can I have that >paper too…please,” she cleared her suddenly parched >throat. “Uh…hold on. And a bottle of water.” > >The clerk added up her new items and she snatched the >bottle of water before he could pack it away in her >bags. Tamilia took her groceries and the paper and >left the store. Hastily opening the bottle of chilled >water, she plopped down on the sidewalk and began >gulping ravenously. > >** > >An hour later, Tamilia entered Justin’s house. Her >fingers were numb from the suddenly cold air and her >face was long and void of any emotion. She heard >Justin’s heavy-heeled footsteps and he darted into the >kitchen from the piano room, a pencil tucked behind >his ear, tangled in his curls, his glasses tucked into >the collar of his shirt. > >“Where were you?” he questioned. “It’s been almost >two hours. I was worried,” Justin explained, trying >to gage the expression on Tamilia’s face. > >“I was out…doing some reading.” > >“Reading?” Justin exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. > >Tamilia set her bags on the kitchen counter and >retrieved the crumpled newspaper. “I’m going to the >bathroom. Why don’t you ‘entertain’ yourself with >this until I get back?” she stalked past Justin, >dropping the newspaper at his feet before heading down >the hall and up the stairs. > >Justin glanced down at the headline and his eyes >widened at the headline. He sat down on the floor and >frantically searched for the correct page. His widen >azure eyes buzzed wildly over the page. He mumbled >the words aloud as sweat began to form on his >forehead. “In a recent rehearsal for the tour, >Timberlake’s Girlfriend tripped over an uneven edge of >the stage, taking a painful fall. She got up, >complaining about pain in her right hand and arm and >was taken to New York’s Beth Israel Hospital for >further treatment.” > >“Oh God…” he gasped. > >Justin had been shielded from the mindless barrage of >media attention. The morbid curiosity that compelled >reporters to follow his every move didn’t exist here. >And with Tamilia, he simply forgot about the outside >world. He ran into the kitchen, picking up the >cordless phone from the base and dialed hastily. >“Jace, pick up the damn phone…JC?!” Justin shouted. > >“JUSTIN? Where the hell have you been? We’ve been >calling you for nearly a week!” JC questioned >worriedly. “Are you doing okay? Joey wants to come >down there.” > >“I’m fine. I’m doing really well. Joey can stay >there. Look, I just found an article, is she okay, >Josh?” > >JC sighed and dropped his head as he stared numbly at >his shoes. “She didn’t call you?” > >“No, and if she did, I haven’t been picking up the >phone.” > >“So I noticed. She broke three fingers on her right >hand. They may need to do surgery, but you should >call her Justin.” > >Justin sighed into the phone, his eyes flicking >nervously to the hall. > >“I gotta ask you something, J…” JC began. “Everytime >I check my voicemail, there are these amazing ‘seeds’ >for songs…I mean, I have at least twenty on there. >Where are all these coming from?” > >Justin smiled stupidly. “Uh…I’ve just been feeling a >lot better. That’s all. I mean it’s great up here >and I got the whole ocean- >water-tranquil-sunset-Norman Rockwell-thing goin’ on >here.” > >JC shook his head in disbelief. “What’s her name?” he >chuckled. > >Justin rubbed his forehead and sighed before >resigning. “Jace,” he closed his eyes and licked his >lips. “I’m in over my head here.” > >“What do you mean? You DID meet someone.” > >Justin ran his fingers through his curls and sighed >lustfully. “Tamilia. She’s just…she makes me see >things I’ve never seen before. She…I can’t even >explain it.” > >“Wait, do you remember you have a girlfriend? A very >famous one with a very nasty temper?” he posed. > >Justin began to pace. “I know…I know.” > >“But…” > >“But I don’t love her. I don’t feel this…pull or >connection that I feel with her.” > >JC couldn’t help to smile. “I shouldn’t be happy >about this, J. But she knows who you are?” > >“Yeah. We talk about it, a lot actually. She doesn’t >give a rat’s ass about it. I love it.” > >“Wow…does she have a sister?” JC joked. > >Tamilia stomped down the stairs, nostrils flaring and >headed down the hall with her hands placed prominently >on her hips. She glared at Justin, who was leaning >against the wall, phone pressed to his ear, nodding >intently. “Justin, we need to talk.” Her voice was >steady, cool and even. > >Justin’s eyes flitted in her direction and he observed >her guarded posture. “Of course, ‘Milia. I’m on the >phone with JOSH, not anyone else. So yeah, I’ll get >off the phone with JOSH. Bye man.” > >He hung up the phone without another word and placed >it back on the base and sat down at the dinette table. > He turned around to give Tamilia his full attention. >He moistened his lips and ran his fingers through his >free-flowing curls. “What is it?” he asked. > >“Don’t even think about turning on the charm, Justin. >I’m not having it.” > >Justin’s arrogant smirk vanished from his face and he >looked mockingly stern as she continued. “There are a >lot of things that I pride myself on, Justin. I think >I’m moral and try to be ethic. I mean I was going to >become a doctor and that is very important when it >comes to helping people with their health, through the >most trying time in their life. But when I met you, >all of that seemed to go flying out the window, >because you were so…enchanting and enthralling and >charming and wonderful. I’ve never been with anyone >that makes me feel the way you do. And I love that >about you. And I love your passion for music. I love >your voice. But I just realized how immoral and >disgusting this is. I’m the MISTRESS, Justin! You >have a girlfriend…a beautiful, famous one at that…what >am I doing with you?” Tamilia shook her head and >began to pace angrily. “What are you doing with ME? >Am I just some whore to you?” > >“Don’t you EVER say that word, Tamilia, because you >are so far from it,” Justin interjected sharply, >flying out of your chair. “You wanna know how close I >am to my ‘girlfriend’? I get robbed and my dog gets >KILLED and I have to call her. I got stood up by her >so many times and she treated me like I was a >child…everytime she wasn’t there a nice, shiny, >expensive gift was. I friggin’ collapse and she >doesn’t come until the NEXT DAY…” > >Tamilia staggered backwards in sheer sadness and her >mind began to race. “So I’m here to make her jealous >or something? What, am I convenient?” > >“NO! God, you are so special to me, Tamilia. I’ve >never felt anything remotely close with any of my >other…what, three girlfriends that I’ve felt with >you,” Justin advanced towards her, his eyes blazing. >“It’s like you’re in here and you always had been, I >just had to find you!” He took her hand and placed it >over her heart. > >Tamilia felt the strong beats under her fingers and >closed her eyes, releasing a lone tear that made a >shakily descent down her olive cheek. “Do you…love >her, Justin?” she posed wistfully. > >He faltered. > >He staggered backwards. > >He choked for air. > >“D-do…d-do I want? Do I love her? What kind of >question is that?” he asked nervously. > >“A valid one.” > >Justin’s hands began to shake and for once his charm >or sweet smile wouldn’t get him out of an >uncomfortable situation. “Yeah…I think I do…but it’s >over between us,” he resigned painfully. > >Tamilia picked up the newspaper and threw it at him >angrily. It landed in a flutter near Justin’s feet. >“That’s why the DAMN NEWSPAPER HAS HER LABELED AS YOUR >GIRLFRIEND!” she shrieked. > >“Wait, I’m not the only guilty party here! We are >both cheating, if that’s what you wanna call it!” >Justin countered as his face began to grow hot with >anger. > >“No, I don’t think so!” > >Justin crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. >“Then who is Cary. He rented that house for you. He >bought you that oil. You yammer on and on about how >sweet he is and how much you love him and he’s your >freakin’ roommate!” > >Tamilia laughed dryly, throwing her head back. “Cary >is gay, Justin.” > >“What?” > >“As in prefers the love of men.” > >“He’s…” > >“My best friend,” she supplied softly. > >“Oh my god…” > >Tamilia’s face crumpled, preparing for tears, but she >put on a brave face and headed into the kitchen to >start cooking. Justin, with his back to her, listened >to her pained sniffles as she rummaged jerkily through >the kitchen, muttering to herself. > >It wasn’t supposed to hurt so much. The end of this >awe-inspiring relationship wasn’t supposed to be >looming ominously in the near future. She had never >felt anything with another person that she did with >Justin. It was magical and intense and simply >heavenly. > >Tears dribbled down Tamilia’s cheeks as she searched >unsuccessfully for the measuring cups. The sobs >welled from her stomach, pushing through her lips and >Tamilia gave up trying to be strong. She dropped her >head in her hands and began to cry openly. Floored by >the emotions, she leaned against the cabinets until >she was resting on the floor. Her elbows rested on >her knees as she continued to weep. > >She felt Justin nearing and she tried to burrow into >the darkness of the cabinets as she mumbling the same >phrase over and over again. Justin’s brow furrowed in >compassion and agony as he watched her writhe in >emotional excruciation. He eased down next to her and >sighed. “I’m sorry, Tamilia,” he whispered softly. > >“…but I love you…” she wept. “I love you…so much…” > >Justin wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto >his lap and he began to rock comfortingly. He buried >his face in her hair and fought back tears himself. >“I love you too, Tamilia. I love you and I’ll make it >right.” > >** > >Justin stood in the morning mists and sighed as he >took in the beginnings of a lavender sunrise. He >sipped his coffee pensively and continued to take in >the tranquil beauty around him. The house in Maine >was his paradise. It was his sanctuary. > >Justin turned around, preparing to head back inside >and heard a gentle twinkling. His mouth dropped open >as he saw the wind chime still hanging proudly on the >doorknob. With a bittersweet smile, he took it off >the handle, picking up his suitcases and headed back >inside the house. He padded silently up the stairs >and into the bedroom where Tamilia slept, exhausted >after such a trying night. Her hair was fanned >haphazardly over her bare back and Justin smiled. >“You are so beautiful,” he declared, pulling the >sheets over her shoulders. Leaning over he planted a >tender kiss on her forehead before resting the wind >chime on the pillow beside her. “I’m gonna make this >right, Tamilia. You deserve for this to be right.” > >Without another thought, Justin walked downstairs, >suitcases in hand and out the door. He trotted to the >street and climbed in the puttering cab. In an >instant, he was gone… [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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