only hope*
chapter 04
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The Next Morning
Justin was still out like a light and it was going on noon. He looked way too cute to wake up so I quietly went down stairs. I had nothing to do until he�d get up so I turned on the radio and just curled up on the couch. It wasn�t the greatest thing in the world to pass time but who cared? With in a matter of 15 minuets and three over-played songs later I was bored so I shut off the music and flipped on the big screen Sony T.V.
�Egh! Home shopping!� I surfed through the channels until I came across the 12 o�clock news.
�Up next: Runaway Alert.� The speakers sounds.
I decied that it was important to watch and waited through the commercials but when it came back on I almost fell off the couch in shock.
�On November 18th a normal 16 year old girl was reported missing. Here�s a clip and a brief physical description from her mother.
�Her name is Sarah Howard, she�s about 5 foot 7, blue eyes, short layered blonde hair. If you�ve seen her or anyone who might like this picture please call a police station. I miss my girl� I really do.� Then my junior picture from high school flashed across the screen and the reporter wrapped up my story.
�Shit�� I mumbled under my breath as I turned the TV off, still in disbelief that they had taken it so far to publicize my disappearance. Suddenly, I got a urge to call my mom just to tell her that I was OK but I knew that if I did it�d be taking a very large risk so I just laid there thinking, trying to get my mind off of how much I missed my normal life.
Justin came tumbling sleepily down the stairs still in his boxers and sat down next to me about 5 minuets after the report.
�Morning.� He yawned as he stretched.
�Hey.� I half smiled then turned away, I wasn't in the mood to talk.
�What�s wrong with you?� He questioned and wrapped his arm around me.
�More news, now I�m on TV� they�re looking.� I tossed the remote in his lap and stood up, still wanting to set it aside.
�Believe me it�ll be ok.� He grabbed onto my hands and swung them around.
�I want to, but, I�m just not so sure and I need to tell my mom that I�m ok, maybe then I�d feel better.� Letting go of his hands I walked into his music room, which contained several instruments and a whole bunch of sound equipment. Then realizing that I was lost I turned back around. �Which way to the pool room?� I sighed.
�Down the hall, to the left, right next to the spa, can�t miss it.� He giggled.
�Thanks.� I walked away still a little confused and fusterated that I didn't know the layout of my own house.
When I arrived in there I bent down and ran my hand through the water to test and see how cold it was. �It shouldn�t be that cold.� Justin crept up behind me. Startled I jumped back and drew in a deep breath.
�Sorry, if I scared you.� He laughed.
�No, it�s ok. I wanna go swimming but I just realized something� I don�t have a suit.� I sighed wiping my fingers off on my checkered pajama pants.
�Hmmm�. I think I could find something for you� unless, no, I don�t think you�d come with in a foot of it.� He started to nervously bite at his nails.
�Stop that, I hate it when you do that.� I swatted his hand away from his mouth then asked, �Anyway, what are you talkin� about? A foot of, huh?�
Fidgeting with his shirt instead of his nails he sounded hesitant as he said, �Britney left one of her suits here and it�d probably fit you, I mean, it�s a bikini but it�s not sluttish.�
�I guess that I could give it a shot.� I shrugged mentally picturing a completely sanky suit.
�Aight, I�ll be back, I�m gonna go get it.� It took him about 5 minuets and he was back.
�Here, go try it on, the bathroom�s right over there.� He handed it to me.
It was kinda crazy, I thought, here I was totally lost in my OWN house trying on Britney Spear�s bathing suit.
Jokingly I held it up with 2 fingers and commented, �I hope I don�t get any STDs.� Then I went into the bathroom and slipped it on. It was cute, I had to admit it. It was a size 6 but I somehow managed to squeeze nicely into it. All it was, was a pure black string bikini.
�Not too kinky, not too innocent.� I thought as I gazed in the full body mirror at my back side.
�I�ve always wanted to be in Britney�s shoes, now what?� I smirked at my reflection then finished, �Now I don�t fuck up, I just play it cool and keep what she obviously couldn�t.� And with one last �Hollywood� glare I came back out to find Justin already in the pool.
�Excuse a-muah, who invited you to join me?� I asked as I walked up to the edge of the 12 foot deep end. Honestly I really wasn�t in the mood for company but it wasn�t like I could just throw my boyfriend out of his own house.
Eyeing my figure Justin ignored my comment and complimented, �That looks really nice on you.�
�Well, duh! I am a pop princess, no aren�t I?� I laughed, then dove in.
�Oh, is that so? Sing me a note.� He swam in front of me until I bumped into his neck.
�You�re so funny J, it doesn�t matter how I sing, you of all people should know that already, you�re a popstar too.�
He moved back into the 5�8 zone and drug me with him.
�Are you insulting my talent?� He got serious.
�No, I was just play.�
�I�m hurt.� He sniffed.
�Oh, ok, I bet you are�� I giggled as I splashed him.
Solemnly he just, unlike me who wasn�t tall enough, stood thre avoiding eye contact with me.
�Ok, ok, I�m sorry.� I treaded the water.
�Hehehe! It�s fine. I was just joking.�
�Nerdo.� I poked his arm.
�Shut up, dork.� Justin splashed me back.
�Egh! FREAK!� I squeezed out as I wiped my face off.
�Turd.� He laughed.
�Jag-off.� I stuck out my lounge.
�Bitch.�
�Asshole�.�
��slut�.�
�Prick�.�
�Whore�.�
��Umm, fucker!��
Finally I broke down laughing so hard that I had to hold onto him to slow down my breathing.
�I can�t believe you said, ahahaha!!!! TURD!!!! Hahah!� I giggled.
�Egh, me niether.� He kissed my forehead.
�We really are pretty intelligent, now aren�t we?� Lookin up at him I added, �Out vocabulary is just so, so mature.�
�Yes, it is.� He chuckled as he held me.
�So�� I sighed, trying to think of something worth while to do.
�Can you do a hand stand?� He questioned, also desparete to find anything productive.
�Mmmm�. Kinda.� I shrugged.
�Lemme see.� Justin drifted the both of us back into the shallow end.
�Promise not to laugh?� I brushed my hair outta my face.
�Promise.�
�Aight, here I go.� Pathetically I attemped to do a half way decent hand stand and somewhat succeeded.
�There, pretty sad, huh?� When I came up I pulled at my bikini top.
�Beautiful.� He clapped and held back a bolt of laugher. Then shrugged, �Watch me.�
Of course, it was prefect and I just had to ask, �Ju, is there anything that you aren�t somewhat good at?�
Pausing to think he playfully bragged, �Nothin�.�
Not satisfied, I folded my arms to my chest and shook my head.
�No, actually, I suck at wiffle ball, cooking a turkey, baking, playing the banjo, and getting pregnant.�
�Did you just pull all that outta your ass or what?� I laughed.
�Some of it, but I seriously can�t master the simple back float, see��He attempt to float on his back was just about as sad as my hand stand.
�Awww, here, lemme show you how it�s done.� I tilted back and floated around him.
�See, I can even put my whole head back like this�.� When I was done he looked as if he was about to break out in laughter.
�Justin, you really do know how don�t you?� I laughed as I popped back up.
�Uh, what would make you think that?� He blushed.
�I dunno, maybe that cute lil� smile of yours.� I poked his neck.
�Hahaha! The world my never know.� He giggled and disappeared underwater.