| Chapter 2 |
JC squinted as the sun shone brightly into his bedroom. He lifted his head off the pillow, and was met with a sharp pain. There was a knock on his bedroom door, and JC meekly called out to them. �Morning JC,� Chris Kirkpatrick said, walking over to his best friend. �Or should we say, good afternoon,� Joey Fatone said, joining Chris next to JC�s bed. �What the hell are you all doing here?� JC asked, closing his eyes to keep out the bright light. �We came to see you because we are worried about you,� Lance said. �Have a headache?� He handed JC some aspirin and a glass of water. �Daddy,� Zoe said, wiggling her way out of Justin Timberlake�s arms. �Look at the new dress I bought with Marie yesterday.� She spun around to show off the whole dress. JC smiled another cheesy fake smile. �That is so pretty baby. Come give daddy a hug.� Zoe climbed up on her father�s bed and gave him a hug. It was amazing how innocent she was to all of this. Her mother�s death had an effect on her, as well, but she was too young to fully understand the effect it had on her father. 2 hours later� JC sat in his music room, the only place he could let his real emotions out. The room was soundproof, so he could play any kind of music he wanted, or just let himself cry and scream, and he wouldn�t have to worry about anyone hearing him. He had spent a lot of time in there for the two years his wife, Julia, had battled cancer, and even more time in the four months since she died. JC now sat at his piano, looking at the picture of Julia that sat on top. His fingers lightly breezed over the keys, and he sat deep in thought while he played their wedding song. �JC?� he heard a soft voice call as the door to the music room opened. JC spun around in his chair and looked at Marie, who stood in the large doorway. �Yes?� �Zoe is having lunch. She was wondering if you would come down and eat with her.� �Not today Marie.� �Okay, but she will be upset�� �I don�t care! She has to understand that the world doesn�t revolve around her and sometimes people need to be alone to think!� JC slammed his head down on the piano, causing a loud sound to come from within the wooden instrument. Marie quietly left the room, closing the large door behind her. �We�re moving.� �What?� �To Orlando, Florida.� �What? When?� �We leave next week, and I don�t want to hear another word about it.� Chrissy watched as Ethan walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. She sat down on the couch, but got up quickly, realizing she better pack or she would hear it from Ethan when he got back from wherever he was. 1 week later� �Guys,� Lance said as the four present members of *NSYNC sat around a table at Lance�s house. �I am really worried about JC.� �We all are,� Chris agreed. �It�s like he is lost in a dark, never-ending hole, and he won�t talk to any of us or let any of us in to help him.� �Maybe we should send him to a psychiatrist. Maybe he will finally open up to someone.� �I dunno Joey,� Justin said, in thought. �JC has never been into all that shrink stuff.� �But it might be worth a shot,� Lance said. �A good psychiatrist might be able to get him talking.� �And if we set it up,� Chris said, following the plan. �He can�t not go.� �Exactly.� �I can�t believe the size of this office,� Chrissy squealed. Her best friend, Crystal, laughed from the other end of the line. �So,� Crystal said. �I guess Orlando isn�t all that bad. Ocean front property, a large office, beautiful weather all year around�what am I doing here in Massachusetts?� Chrissy laughed. �You should come down for a visit. Anytime. The door�s always open.� �Yeah�but I don�t know about Ethan.� �What do you mean?� �He scares me, Chrissy. You know I have never been fond of him. If you want my advice, I think you should dump his sorry ass and pick yourself up one of those boy band members.� �Oh yeah,� Chrissy said, rolling her eyes. �Boy bands. Those guys are so hot!� Crystal starting laughing. �I gotta go, girl. I�ll call you later. Give Zack a kiss for me.� �Alright. See you later. Bye.� �Bye.� The next morning� Chrissy reached over the pile of file folders and picked up the ringing telephone, carefully balancing it between her ear and her shoulder. �Hello?� �Chrissy Smith?� Chrissy gasped at the sexy-sounding deep southern voice that greeted her on the other end of the line. �Yes?� �My name is Lance Bass. I am calling about a friend of mine who is having some depression troubles ever since his wife died four months ago. My friends and I want to have him meet with you, but he would never make this call. So I am doing it for him.� �Okay,� Chrissy said, opening her appointment book. �What day is best for him?� �Whatever day is good for you,� Lance said. �Everyday is good for me. I just got here to Orlando, so I don�t have any patients yet.� �Okay.� Lance laughed softly. �How about tomorrow?� �Sure. What time?� �Um�4 �o clock okay?� �Yeah,� Chrissy wrote it down. �I do hour long sessions, and I am out of here at five, so four is perfect.� �Okay,� Lance said. �It�s settled then. The hard part will be getting him there tomorrow. Well, JC will see you tomorrow. Thank you.� �Your welcome. Bye.� �Bye.� |