| I walked out of the front door. Ryan was shooting hoops on the drive way with our neighbor from across the street. It�s so sad. Basketball used to be my favorite sport. Before I left, I grabbed the mail and then headed for the Christen�s. I was quietly walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business and reading my mail, when I felt a presence behind me. �Probably Ryan thinking he can scare the shit outta me� I thought. I figured that until a voice started singing softly into my ear. "I just want to be, be with you. Girl that�s all I want to do. I just wanna-" I spun around and put my index finger on Justin�s lips. "Getaway from you," I interrupted. "Honey that�s all I wanna do." I let my hand down. "Yeah babe. I know the words to the song, too." Justin put his puppy face on. "Stace-y," he whined. "Please talk to me." I turned back around and continued on my way. "Not after what you did," I stated. That sounded so much like what a twelve year old would say. "Not after what you did," I repeated quieter. "I didn�t mean what I did," he explained I rolled my eyes. "Oh shut up Justin. Don�t give me that crap." "Oh God Stacey. Don�t talk like you�re fucking eleven years old," he groaned. I turned around and stood on my tiptoes trying to get my nose as close to his gigantic one. "Okay, Justin. You have no fucking right to believe that you suddenly have the permission to start acting like your shit don�t stink and that everybody will suddenly start worshipping you and chanting �Oh hail, all mighty Justin.� Just because you�re a famous �Nsync-er and all, the world, not to mention those psycho screaming girls you pay no attention to, do not revolve around you. And now, you think that you can take advantage of me and the people you�re close to. I can understand that from my everyday, next-door-neighbor Mr. Ego Timberlake, but with the fact that you were the one who acted like a bastard and offended me, that�s just a little bit too self centered." I paused quickly to take a breath. "So don�t you dare say that I�m acting like a damn eleven yaer old, when you�re the wannabe eleven year old who needs to look in a freaking mirror." I turned around and started walking off. That got to him. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Stacey," he sighed softly. "Get away from me Justin," I answered sharply. "Just leave me alone. Go home." He sighed with major exaggeration and stopped walking. I didn�t turn around but once I was a distance away he yelled, "Is there anything I could do to make up for what I did?" I spun around and was about to shoot my lecture on how �we�ve been friends for half of our lives and that he should know by now that he couldn�t make up for all the bad things done to me.� But I saw the braced look on his little boy face so I laid off on the speech. I rolled my eyes and threw my mail to the sidewalk where it skidded to Justin�s feet. "You can start by tossing my trash away." He bend over to pick up the mail and I ran the hell away as fast as I could so I could babysit. |