*** She felt her knees turn to jelly as she made that “long” walk to the sink. Tiffany then turned to Liberty, “You look.” “Okay.” Liberty said picking up the small object. Her eyes filled with water. She smiled at Tiffany then her smile slowly faded into a undistinguished look. She turned her head and then her brown eyes met Tiffany’s green eyes. “I am huh?” Tiffany asked. Liberty smiled at her and wrapped her arms around Tiffany’s shivering body, “Yes.” Tiffany felt her legs come from underneath her. She feel banging her knees on the floor. She curled up into a ball and held herself tightly, rocking back and forth. *** “So when will you be back?” Justin asked. “Soon, it’s what 10:15pm, I’ll be back no later than 10:30 pm I’m just going to get something from circle k, want something?” JC asked snatching up the car keys. “Yah, a water.” Justin answered. “You want anything babe?” JC asked his quiet and pale-faced girlfriend. “No.” She squarely answered. “You okay?” JC asked. “Yes.” Tiffany said forcing herself to smile so he would just leave her alone. JC left the room and Justin smacked Tiffany in her head lightly. “What the hell?” She said putting her hand on the spot Justin lightly tapped. “Something is wrong!” Justin said. “No it’s not!” Tiffany said. “Liar, something is going on with you I can sense it.” Justin insisted that he knew what was going on. “Justin! Nothing is going on.” Tiffany said looking at him strait in his blue eyes. “You’re PG!” Justin said as his eyes grew. “How did you know that?” Tiffany asked. “You just told me!” Justin said. “No I didn’t.” Tiffany protested. “Yes you did with your eyes.” Justin said, “Oh my gosh Tiff, what are you going to do?” “Gee, I don’t know Justin!” Tiffany said letting her eyes leave him and go back to the bright TV with I Love Lucy on the screen. “Tiffany, you haven’t told Jase yet huh?” Justin asked. “No.” Tiffany said quietly. “Oh, damn.” Justin said realizing the conversation was really upsetting Tiffany by the curling chin and her glossy eyes so he decided to change the subject, “So what would you think if I shaved my head?” Tiffany threw her pillow at Justin, “EW!” *** Liberty walked into the room twirling her brown hair. She noticed at passed out tiffany and Justin on the couch. She shook Tiffany a little bit trying not to wake every up in the house. Tiffany looked up and quietly squeaked, “JC?” “No, he’s not here.” Liberty said. “What?” Tiffany popped up. “Why?” Liberty asked. “What time is it?” Tiffany asked looking around. “About 11:30pm.” Liberty answered. “Did JC ever come home?” Tiffany asked. “No.” Liberty asked continuing to stay confused. “OH my gosh, where the hell is he?” Tiffany turned to Justin and shook him a little, “Justin, JC is still gone!” “What?” Justin said trying to figure out what was going on exactly. “JC is gone!” Tiffany answered. “Well get up!” Justin said pushing Tiffany slightly to get her off of the couch. *** Tiffany’s arm was clutched around Justin’s as they walked through the starch white hospital. Justin, Tiffany, Diane, Leanette, Angel, and Chris all arrived at JC’s room. “Im going to go in first.” Tiffany said. “Let me go with.” Justin insisted. “Alright.” Tiffany said. Tiffany shoved the door open softly to find the victim overpowered by a mass of clear-snake like tubes haphazardly slithered through the human outlets, whether they we’re natural or man-made. Tiffany through herself into Justin at the site of the unyielding life support systems cluttered on the floor hiss and wirr air, and life into the semi-languid figure. Justin slowly pressed Tiffany towards the nurse who has been filling out some forms. “Are you Tiffany?” The nurse asked. “Yes.” she said semi-muffled because Tiffany’s face was still in Justin’s cheats. “Okay I need to sign something’s.” The nurse told her. “Can you tell me what happened?” An impatient Justin asked. “He was in a TERRIBLE auto-mobile accident. He lucky he is still alive.” The nurse said, “You’ll have to do the tour with out him for two weeks then after two he still can’t dance.” “DAMN!” Justin said. “Was it his fault?” Tiffany asked. “No, a drunk driver hit him.” The nurse said, “Is his sister out there?” “No but ask them to call her she’ll be right down.” Justin answered for a soundless Tiffany. Tiffany moved cautiously towards JC whom was trying hard to breath. She looked at his face. His eyes were shut tightly. His face was pale and cut. She ran her soft hand down his smooth skin and placed her head in his hand.
