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Date Posted: 23:57:25 03/30/03 Sun
Author: Kira
Subject: *Romance* Chapter One~Gushing. Feedback please!

I could have sworn I posted this a week ago!

Chapter One~Gushing

It was a gorgeous August day. The sky was pristine blue, clear and bright with nothing but wisps of clouds. Gavrielle yawned, leaning back in the chair of the outdoor café and squinted up at the sky, throwing her head back. It reminded her of his eyes. Her best friend sat across from her, glaring hotly as she drummed her fingers on the table. Gavrielle sipping her daiquiri, licked her lips.

“You can ignore me all you want,” Marta proclaimed.

“I know,” Gavrielle winked with a soft smile smug with sweetness.

She shielded her eyes from the bright sun, as she slouched back against the padded cushion of the chair. The warm sun washed over Gavrielle’s dark arms and the breezes blew sweetly. She stretched slowly, like a cat purring with pleasure and closed her eyes, yawning yet again.

Marta bit her glossed lips as the waitress delivered their food then disappeared. “Why are you yawning?”

Gavrielle hummed, “didn’t get much sleep last night.” Supple lips slid over white teeth in a blissful smile.

Marta prodded her streaming fajitas with annoyance. “You know this is killing me.”

Gavrielle nodded eagerly.

“You know I hate you with a fiery passion?

“Yes,” she giggled.

“So are you going to tell me?” Marta chewed impatiently on spicy peppers and tender chicken.

Gavrielle picked up her fork and drenched her shrimp cesar salad in dressing. “Okay…if you get the check,” she wiggled her eyebrows devilishly.

“What?! NO! You always pull this shit! I’m not paying for this. I refuse,” Marta pursed her lips and shook her head defiantly.

“Okay. That’s just fine, honey. I understand completely,” she speared a large shrimp with her fork and chewed contently, resuming her humming.

“You’re disgusting, you know that, chica?”

“I have secrets,” she whispered. “They come at a price.”

“Spill.”

“You’ll pay?”

“Yes! Fine. Whatever. I’ll spend my last few dollars on this meal if you tell me why you’re little miss hearts and flowers. And it better be damn good.”

“Dessert.”

“You little bitch! Fine dessert.”

Gavrielle squealed and leaned forward back into the shade of the large umbrella. Her olive checks flushed and grabbed her daiquiri, draining it quickly. “Marta, he’s just…I don’t know. He ain’t the normal idiots we meet all the time.”

“Thank god,” she sighed. “It’s a he? Oh, I knew it. What does he look like?”

“He’s got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Just as blue as they can be. And his voice- we were talking on the phone last night, all night, and his voice was a little hoarse, but it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Rumbly and southern.”

“Continue,” Marta commanded with rich hazel eyes, drinking her ice tea.

“God. Did I mention he’s beautiful and he’s, like, passionate about what he does. He cares. It’s literally his life.”

Marta licked the cheese off her lips. “Wait, he’s sexy, nice voice and he has a job and his body?”

Gavrielle gulped for air, her dark green eyes opening wide as she held up her empty glass, signaling of another drink. She fanned herself, flopped back against the chair.

“That good?”

“Yes,” she panted.

Marta grinned brightly. “There has to be a catch. He can’t be that good and not have something wrong with him. He has to be gay or something.”

Gavrielle laughed and returned her eyes to the pure blue sky. “Let him be gay, then.”

“When did you meet this wonderful man?”

“When I went to New York, on the way back actually. At the airport. He dropped his watch and I gave it back to him. He seemed so utterly shocked. He asked for my phone number.”

“You still haven’t mentioned any names, sweetie. You’re not getting dessert if you don’t,” Marta challenged, stealing a shrimp from her salad.

Gavrielle shuttered and nibbled her bottom lip, almost pouting as she grabbed her frosted glass and stared out into the urban streets. She didn’t know if she could tell Marta, despite the fact that she trusted her. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to. “Marta, I don’t know…um. He’s kind of, a musician and I’m not sure. It can’t get around,” she struggled lamely.

“Sweetie, you know I’ll keep my mouth shut, I promise. Is he famous?”

Gavrielle shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little bit.”

**

Justin’s cheeks hurt, ached the way muscles did after too much use, but he welcomed it. He hadn’t perpetually smiled in years. He leaned over his shoulder and signaled quickly before veering into the next lane in his tiny purple sports car. JC gasped and tightened his grip on the door handle, checking to make sure his seatbelt was properly secured. “You in a hurry, J.”

Justin grinned and eased off the accelerator. “Kinda. I need some sugar, man, then I need to get my happy ass back downtown for a photo shoot,” Justin wrinkled his nose in disgust and jerked the wheel sharply to the right, taking an exit and turning into the slow traffic of Los Angeles.

JC rolled his head against the seat, the thick ocean breezes and fluttered through his hair and he regarded his friend with mirth in his eyes. “You’re grinning.”

He nodded and tried to smother the elated smile on his lips. “I am.”

“I’ve only seen that type of grin on your face, like three times in the years that I’ve known you,” JC purred as they turned onto a side street.

Justin just chuckled deeply and rolled his eyes.

“The first time was when you met Janet and she kissed you on the cheek and you thought that she had a thang for your seventeen year old self. Oh, the second time was when…well, you know the other two…” JC trailed off quietly.

Justin grunted gruffly. “Yeah, I know.”

“What’s her name?”

“Gavrielle.”

“Ahh…”

“She’s…I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about her and that hasn’t happened in a long time, ya know. Oh lord, I’m not about to start gushing,” Justin laughed, forcing his lips together.

JC giggled, threw his head back and laughed deeply. “You are such a girl, J. Tell me. How’d you meet her?”

“I was arriving in New York, like I just got off the plane and Eric taps me on the shoulder and points to this…lady and she hands me my watch…it must have fallen off.”

“Wait, which watch? The Lord of the Rings one that Jon gave you or the…”

“…Diddy,” Justin nodded tersely. His eyes widened as he eyed the timepiece on his arm, diamonds glistening.

“Damn. She either is crazy or blind.”

“She’s sweet. It was a nice thing to do. I don’t know any that would do it, except you and well, me because I have ten of them. But I looked down and she was just…radiant. Smiling in her saucy little sundress and just…gorgeous, man.”

“Lip gloss?”

“Yes. The shiny kind.”

“You’re so weird,” JC laughed.

“She got some junk in da trunk, too.”

“Figures.”

Justin turned into a cramped parking lot of a small, but upscale bakery and parked. He clapped JC on the shoulder and opened the door. “I’ll be right back, man.”

JC nodded, fiddling with the radio as Justin trotted inside, pulling his sunglasses down over brilliantly blue eyes and ventured inside the small bakery. The attendant at the counter smiled and greeted him politely. “How can I help you, Mr. Timberlake?”

“I need a cake, ma’am.”

She pulled out an order form and grabbed a pen. “A big cake. For a surprise party.”

“Okay. You can order a half sheet, or a whole sheet or some of our novelty cakes,” she handed him a laminated card that illustrated the cake sizes.

Justin studied them briefly. “A whole sheet should be enough, I think.”

“Okay then. What would you like it to say? What illustrations would you like on it?”

Justin simpered, pursing his lips and flushed a bit in his cheeks as he retrieved a piece of paper from his back pocket. “I want this to be the picture and on the side I want it to say, ‘how about a nice piece of ass, JC?’” he laughed nervously, then coughed. “It’s a joke.”

“Cute,” she smirked, trying to hide her giggles. “Well, everything is set. Pick up on the 10th and you’ll pay at the pick up time.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Mr. Timberlake. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Yes. You wouldn’t happen to have those…um, glazed braided thingies?”

“Bearclaws? Yes, we have quite a bit of them actually.”

Justin licked his lips. “Can I have six please?”

“Sure.”

She boxed them quickly, handing Justin the first one wrapped in a napkin and Justin chewed contently as he waited for her to ring up his purchase. She handed him the pleasantly pink box and winked. “On the house, Mr. Timberlake.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “No, I can pay.”

“I know you can. Go on. You enjoy those more than any of our other customers. Have a nice day.”

“Thank you, ma’am!”

Justin bounced outside and hopped in his car, starting on his second bearclaw, licking the gooey icing off the top as he closed the door. “Man, I love these.”

“When was the last time you had sugar?”

“Besides in my coffee? Don’t know. Two weeks ago, maybe.”

“And you think I’m strange for eating raw fish?” JC scoffed.

“You are.”

Justin wiped his fingers on his napkin and set the box of pastries in JC’s lap. “Don’t even think about touching those unless you wanna lose one of those piano playing fingers.”

JC ignored him and plucked a doughnut from the box. “I was thinking. You should invite this Gavrielle out. Like for my birthday or whatever. I have to meet the woman that returned a $50,000 watch without even blinking. And also the woman that’s got you all hot and bothered.”

“Your birthday?” Justin choked.

“Yeah. Tyler was talking about grilling outside or something. Just like, you me and Chris, something small. It should be fun.”

Justin smiled, his cheeks burning a bit. “Maybe I will.”

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