| Chapter 3 I hate the walls in our house. They�re not exactly as soundproof as I�d love. At least I�ll be across the country and half of the Pacific Ocean by fall. Hawaii U should be as drop dead gorgeous as Kaitlyn and Matthew Christen�s hottie should-be-underwear-model dad, Jack. "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit blasted through Ryan�s speakers, through the walls, through the doors, and into my ears. "Stacey!" a voice yelled I paid no attention and rolled over with my pillow over my head "Stacey!" it yelled louder. I still didn�t listen. Suddenly I felt someone pull the pillow off my head and yelled in my eyes, "Stacey! Wake up! Door!" I groaned, with my eyes still closed and lifted my hand to wave away whatever was there. My palm smacked again somebody�s cheek. "Ow, Stace," he whined. It was Ryan. Go figure. I pulled my blanket over my head and groaned, "Turn down that fucking music and I�ll get out of bed." My brother doesn�t care shit about me cussing. He does it more than I do. How different the Blake children are from the Timberlake children. Ryan ran out of the room and turned down his stereo to a whisper. He trudged back into my room. "Stacey, get your ass out of bed now." I sighed and melodramatically pulled myself out of ed. I grabbed a ponytail holder off my dresser and unconsciously threw my hair up. I practically fell down the stairs and slammed myself up against the door. The doorbell rang again and I threw it open. "Did I wake you up?" Justin asked. I rolled my eyes. "Justin, what are you doing here?" "I-" "Oh hey Justin!" my mom called from the balcony. I shot my head toward her and glared. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. My mother and Mrs. Harless are the best of friends in the whole universe. No one�s as close of friends as they are. And with the fact that Lynn birthed Justin, Mom is just as in love with that curly-haired bastard at the door. "What have you been up to?" Mom asked. She leaned her elbow against the railing and rested her chin on her palm. "I haven�t seen you in such a long time!" "Oh, JC, Chris, Lance, Joey, and I have been touring for awhile," he explained sweetly. Justin�s so fak. But not as fake as that slut of a singer he used to date, Britney. "We just took a quick break for two and a half weeks and we�ll be going on the road again." "Oh, that�s good. You guys are getting really big," Mom smiled. If you�re talking about their heads, damn right. "Thanks Mrs. Blake," Justin sucked up (like a vacuum), "It�s really great to hear that from you." Mom beamed, while I on the other hand, almost barfed. "So Justin what are you doing here right now?" Mom asked, still with a wide grin spreading across her face. "Oh, well, I came over to ask if Stacey wanted to come with me just to hang out. I�ll be pretty busy for the next week getting ready for the tour and I wanted to crash with my bst friend," he said. He grinned and I shot him a dirty look. "Well Stacey," my mom said oblivious to everything, "Get ready. You don�t want to be late to wherever Justin�s taking you." I looked at Justin and he smiled. He pushed me into my house. "Stace, hurry." He pulled out two little pieces of paper out of his pocket. "C�mon, I have two tickets to see �Down to You.�" Ooh, I hated him. I�ve wanted to see that movie forever, but I never had time to. Damn, why does he have to do this? Take me to see a movie I�m dying to see and pay for it too. I sighed and slinked up the stairs. "Mom," I whispered, "Why�d you do that?" Mom glanced down at Justin and whispered back, "Sweetie, I know you�re mad at Justin, but you two have been friends for a long time and I hate to see you break a friendship like that right before he leaves." Justin was looking around the house as if he didn�t know we were talking about him. "Stacey," Mom continued, "He�s trying to make up for whatever he did wrong to you and you should at least give him a chance before he�s gone and you two get even farther apart." I sighed and walked to my room. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a red shirt. Once I was out of my room, Mom had already left somewhere and Justin was sitting in the living room on the sofa. "Okay," I sighed, refusing to look him straight in the eye. "I�m ready. Take me wherever you want to take me." His eyes traveled slowly to mine, which were now staring blankly at his forehead. "Well, I thought you�d want to go to the beach real quick to walk for about an hour. And then maybe we could play some basketball with everyone; I called them up. Or we could go paintballing, if you wanted to. That would probably take up most of the day and once it started getting dark we could go see the movie." He waved the tickets around. "And after that we could go clubbing." Justin paused and looked at my feet. "well, if it�s all cool with you." I looked behind his eyes where remorse was building up and suddenly, "Yeah, whatever," popped out of my mouth. I inhaled realizing what I just said. |