| Karmela�s eyes fluttered open. She stared around not realizing where she was at first. Finally after a few minutes, she realized she was on the ground. �What the hell?� she thought to herself, groggily. She looked up above her. It was her bed. She must�ve fallen off or something because her back hurt like a bitch. �Food.� She said out loud, standing up slowly. She walked down the long deck of stairs, taking her time on each one. She smelt the scent of bacon, eggs, and even pancakes. �Mmmm.� Justin smiled once she reached the kitchen. �Good morning, sunshine? Have a good sleep?� She glared at him, rudely. Mornings weren�t her thing. �Food.� She stated, plainly. Britney laughed, fixing up a plate for her. Why do people have to laugh in the morning? She didn�t understand how people could ever be happy when it was eight in the morning. �Here.� Britney said, handing her a plate full of good yummy stuff. Karmela didn�t even bother looking for a fork and knife. Food was all she lived for, especially their food. They cooked like crazy. She ate�and ate�.and ate. Until there was nothing left at all. Justin laughed, �Brit, she�s going to eat all our food!� He exclaimed, jokingly. She stared at him, rubbing her stomach. She ate seven pancakes, two eggs, three pieces of bacon, Kellogg�s cereal, and two donuts. Ooh, she wanted more. �That was good. Thanks� She smiled, adjusting out of her morning rudeness. �You�re welcome. Britney made it.� Britney smiled, �Hopefully it was good.� Karmela nodded, wiping her mouth. �Oh trust me Brit, it really was.� She burped loudly. �Yuck, I ate so much.� Justin looked at her, signaling she ate more than �so much.� Britney slapped him, a little too hard. �Ouch! What was that for?� He raised his voice, angrily. Britney stepped away from him. �For that mean look you gave her.� she stated, simply. Justin mumbled, staring deep into her eyes. �She�s been giving me a look all morning! You don�t give a shit about that, do you?� He spoke, rudely. Karmela wanted to get away from them at that second before they said anymore about her. �Fuck Justin! She�s our fucking guest for God sakes!� Britney yelled back. No more time, the fight was all about her. Too late. Justin looked at Britney, before glaring at Karmela also. �This is all your fault.� He stated, simply. Karmela was disgusted. Her fault? �Justin fucking Randall fucking Timberlake! What the hell are you talking about? Don�t bitch at me because you have fucking relationship problems! And don�t you ever blame me again for shit you caused.� The fight started over a dirty look. Comon� now, a dirty look. Justin stared her down, crudely, like she was just a little ant waiting to be stomped on. A little ant in the way of all mighty Justin Timberlake and almost as mighty Britney Spears. �Get out.� Karmela looked at him, amazed. �Are you serious?� Justin stared away, sadly. �Yeah, I�m serious. Get out.� She finally agreed, going away to pack her belongings. Justin just had major problems that he needed to get straight. It wasn�t a good enough time to see his �best friend� when his girlfriend and him needed some time to work things out. Oh well, he spent the money for the plane ticket. She brought her pink bag and left. Justin was upset at himself. Who wouldn�t be? He just kicked his best friend who came to spend time with him, who cared for him with all he had. Now he only proved to her he was really an egotistical son of a bitch. �Now you really fucked everything up!� Britney yelled, throwing a glass of orange juice on the ground. He stared at it simply, being careful enough to not step on the broken pieces close to him. �Whatever, B. I don�t even care anymore.� He bent down, starting to pick up the glass on the ground. She threw another glass down, angrily. �What the hell?� He shouted, glaring up at her. She didn�t care either. �You didn�t fucking pay for all the shit you�re throwing on the ground! Those are fucking worth something, we didn�t buy those from Wal-Mart for ten cents, bitch!� He swept the glass towards her feet, causing one to give her a few mild cuts. She stared, shocked as hell. �Fuck you Justin. Who do you think you are?� And she disappeared too. Now he was alone. To think about what he did that day, to realize how hurt he made two of the most important people in his life. �Fuck.� He said out loud once he heard the door slam. He threw the last glass that was left on the table. It felt good, it got some anger out. �Fuck!� He yelled louder. There was so much pain in his heart. So much that he couldn�t hide it anymore. He felt like dying or something crazy like that. He didn�t feel like thinking. His head was going numb and that was a good thing for him at least. * * * * Karmela sighed, looking at the small motel she was staying in. It was a piece of crap, but what do you expect. She wasn�t Justin Timberlake or anything. She was just his best friend. �God dammit,� she muttered placing her bags carefully on the rusty floor�s carpet. She sat on the squeaky bed, thinking about how much drama just occurred within a blink of an eye. �Why is he such a fag?� She mumbled, laying on the blanket that smelt like it hadn�t been washed in forever. Her cell phone rang, interrupting her thoughts of different ways to strangle him. �Hello?� A sob was followed on the other end. �Hello?� She asked, slightly concerned hearing the cries from the stranger. �Who is this?� �It�s me.� a childish voice came from the other end. �Me?� She thought it sounded somewhat like Britney�s voice except more resembling a child. �Who�s me?� �Britney.� More sobs came as she choked it out. Not shocked, but she gasped anyway. �What happened sweetheart?� She comforted, sitting up from her position. �Are you okay? Where are you?� �Far away as I could possibly be from Justin.� She spoke, calming down. �Where are you?� Karmela looked around the motel room, strangely. �Not anywhere you want to be. This motel that was the closest to your house. It�s a piece of crap.� Britney laughed, bitterly. �Oh I know which one you�re talking about. I�ve been there before.� Karmela looked around again at how bad the room was. Britney wouldn�t be caught there. �Once,� she said painfully, �When Justin and I got in a really bad fight. We somehow only had one of our cars there and he decided to go out with his friends or something. He came back drunk as hell and I wanted to leave. I walked anywhere I could find, and that�s the first thing I found.� Karmela stared at the phone she was holding, it made her even more depressed. �Oh, okay�� �Do you want me to pick you up?� �Umm, well it�s fine if you can�t. It�s not that bad here once you get use to it,� she lied, �It�s not bad at all.� Britney gave a small laugh. �Yeah right, K. I can tell by the tone of your voice and I�ve been there before. It looks like crap, it smells like crap, it basically is crap.� �Yeah.� she admitted, plainly. �God, Justin sucks!� Britney exclaimed, angrily. �Ugh, I hate him so much right now.� �Yeah, I agree.� �Well, I�m going to pick you up.� She paused and continued, �I don�t want you to suffer in that pig pen any longer. If you do, you might pass out of something. It�s so gross over there. Just watch out, I�ll be there in a few and we can find some hot guys or something. I already called my friend, he said we can stay at his house for tonight or something.� �Thanks, Brit.� Karmela spoke, truthfully. |