Angelia: Chapter 11....So Shall It Be -- Fictional Getdown

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Date Posted: 12:06:44 04/01/03 Tue
Author: Tiffany
Subject: Angelia: Chapter 11....So Shall It Be

Justin laughed heartily as he took out the key to his posh Four Season�s suite. His hands were heavy with bags from his shopping adventure but his mind was light with laughter as he listened to his friend, Pharrell ramble on about his current relationship with a girl that he�d been trying to get together with for years. He hadn�t previously had his life together but now he did. Once he�d done what he was supposed to do, she finally allowed him to date her. Pharrell apparently found this hilarious and so did Justin.

They had run into each other at footlocker when Justin was hitting his last store. Pharrell, in his usual fashion was grabbing a pair of Puma�s that Justin had his eye on. When they reached for it at the same time, they looked at each other for a minute, then burst into hysterics. Justin, greedy for some male company, invited him up to his room to have a few drinks and catch up before their relationship turned strictly business when it was time to record.

�So, what�s going on with you and Britney� Pharrell asked sitting in the chair nearest to the mini bar

�Nothing. We�re still broken up. We talk�but�I�ve moved on from that�

�What?� Justin nodded with a hint of triumph �Anyone I know?�

�Nope. I met her at home, in Millington. She�s�uh�she�s fly� he said sitting on the sofa near Pharrell �Tall�long hair�really classy�smart as hell�mocha skinned�hazel eyes��

�You got a black girl? No wonder you�re all goofy-faced. You�re whipped� Pharrell said teasingly �I�m kidding. She sounds fine. How did you meet her?� Justin smiled

�There�s this uh�� Justin scratched his five o�clock shadow �these woods and this lagoon behind the house next to mine. I was writing some lyrics�working on a song and I heard this camera clicking. I thought it was the fucking media or something. So, I started to get pissed. I swam over��

�With the guitar?� Pharrell teased

�Shut the fuck up� Justin said throwing a pillow at him �No, not with the damn guitar. I swam over and I called out to her. I must have spent like five minutes asking who was out there, but when I finally got right where she was�she ran�

�What?� Pharrell asked sitting up �Ran? Seriously?�

�P, man, her ass ran like Forrest Gump! I mean, gone! Then�when she got to her house, instead of using the door, she fuckin�� Justin said shaking his head with a loud laugh �She climbed up the column under her room, onto the roof and in her window like Spiderman!�

�Get the fuck outta here!�

�No, I�m serious. I ran to the house and I started throwing rocks and shit at the window, trying to get her to come out of the house, but she didn�t. So I went home�

�Damn� Pharrell said shaking his head like Justin had

�Yeah. But the next day, there was this thunderstorm. I mean, it was pouring down hard. I went over to the house because I saw the porch light on and I introduced myself because a friend of mine told me that the girl that lived next door to my house was going to be working in the school system. Man, Pharrell�� Justin sighed deeply and ran his hand over his head �She was wearing this hooters shirt and these�tight ass short shorts. She was drinking Long Island Iced Tea from a pitcher and she had a camera with her. Damn�she looked SO fine! I took her out to lunch the next day and a few days later, I took her out on a date�

�What�s her name, man?�

�Samantha� he said smiling

He went on telling Pharrell how distant she was but at the same time completely there as if nothing was wrong. And then he told him about the argument they got into the evening before he left. Pharrell listened patiently as Justin bared his soul to him. Occasionally, Pharrell would ask questions about her, questions that Justin couldn�t even begin to have answers to. It left Justin with an emptiness in the pit of his stomach before he fell silent.

As the sun left footprints on the belly of the cloud spotted sky, Justin sat alone to stir in his mind. Pharrell had gotten call from a friend he was producing and it seemed that he needed some help from he and Chad. Justin joked as he was about to leave that they were like musical superhero�s.

�What�s that in the sky?� Justin called looking at the ceiling dramatically �It�s a bird, it�s a plane! It�s�the Neptune�s!�

Sipping on a bottle of cool tonic water, Justin sat on his balcony watching as the sky changed its colors. The richness of the vast New York sky had never ceased to amaze him. There was something about the closeness of it that opened a small reserve of love for the crowded city. Although, he could never make his home here. It was too full of things and didn�t have enough nothing.

In Tennessee, there were open rolling hills that rested dutifully, encouraging reflection and relaxation while the man made hills, buildings and strategically placed parks begged to be noticed and offered sinfully that people to lose their troubles in a drink or an empty dance of a stripper whose only goal is to take someone�s money. Even with all of its faults, he still loved New York. The city that forced him to be a man. The city that shoved the cruel downside to dreams in his face forcefully.

The first time he ever went to New York for more then a day was to try to get a contract from a major record label. His first day there, his beautiful young eyes were wide with na�ve hopes and dreams. Justin dreamed that *NSYNC would waltz into Epic records, sing and dance a little and viola! Multi-million dollar contracts would pour at them. But quickly, the realities set in when the group was rejected by every single big record company in New York. By the end of that first week, he was ready to give up. However, he didn�t fault New York for it. For he still loved the honesty of the Big Apple.

Downing the last of the club soda thirstily, Justin folded his legs under him and sank back into the cushions of the outdoor sofa languidly wondering if Samantha had ever been. A slight wind blew the clean scent of musk and lavender�her scent and he closed his eyes and relished in the familiarity. Even after only two days, he missed her. He missed the way her eyes would twinkle when he�d hum absently. Justin missed the feel of her soft hands scented with honey lotion that must have cost her a fortune. He missed the way her silky bohemian clothes swung around her majestically, giving her a look of South American royalty.

Things were picking up rapidly with them. Feelings were very intense and the summer air of Tennessee left no room for logic or reasoning. Even so far away from her, his head clear of the clutter of a budding romance, he knew that he couldn�t help himself from wanting to know her more. Contrary to what common sense told him, his feelings for her weren�t of a possessive nature. He was intrigued by her mysterious nature. Her appeal of exotic erotica that she gave off. The provocative nature of her speech, the way she only gestured when she couldn�t quite pinpoint the right word. His observant nature allowed him to see all of these things.

And then there was his carnal desire to taste more of her shimmering flesh. Her kisses were na�ve and sweet on his expert lips although her body told him that she was far more experienced then her kiss would tell. Their argument had fueled something in him, had awakened a nature in him that he hadn�t felt in a long time. Not even for Britney. Britney had been�familiar to him. They�d known each other for a long time and he�d watched her grow from an insecure little girl to a mature and willing woman. Samantha was refreshing and new�a change that was accepted.

A rapid knocking at his door jolted him from his thoughts. Grudgingly, he walked quickly to the entrance of his suite and gently asked who it was.

�Mad Hatters!� a heavy New York accented male voice called
Opening the door, Justin smiled politely �Yeah?�

�I have a delivery for Justin Timberlake� a lanky young man about Justin�s age stated holding up a basket full of fragrant green twigs

�From who?�

�Samantha Mitchell, sir. Will you sign for it?�

�Sure� Justin said taking the basket and placing it on the floor next to him

After signing and tipping the delivery boy generously, Justin smiled as he carried the foreign object to the bedroom of the suite, anxious to see what all it held. As he sat on the bed, he carefully tore off the clear wrapping paper, not wanting to damage anything in it. As soon as he did, a whiff of a strong clean scented eucalyptus his nose anxiously. He smiled as the cleansing aroma cleared his nasal passages.

He resigned himself from the beautiful plant and picked up the card that was placed on top of a folded �I Love New York� shirt. In gold engraved letters, it read �To Someone Special�. He opened the card with a crooked grin and bit his lip nervously hoping it wasn�t a goodbye package. Samantha�s polite way of breaking up the relationship that was just starting to root itself.

Justin,

I know this package won�t excuse my behavior�there is nothing like a good old fashioned apology. But I�d rather do that in person. I know that my actions weren�t justified in any way. I just hope that this package will convey what I�m afraid to say in so many words. Take this as a token of my sincere affection for you. The last few days that I�ve had the pleasure of knowing you have been really great and I hope that we both can look forward to a long friendship if you can�t think of me any more then a raving lunatic, ha, ha.

Yours,

Samantha

Justin tilted his head blissfully to the ceiling and with a long exhaled breath he smiled to God. �Thank you� he said quietly before putting the card on his night stand. He rambled through the rest of the basket, smiling at the various gifts flowers and New York memorabilia provided. Finally, at the bottom of the basket there was a small white box with a silver ribbon wrapped around it. Curiously picking it up and opening it, he felt a wave of relief and affection wash over him. There were handwritten coupon�s written by the shop keeper at Samantha�s directions. They were sentimental IOU�s.

The first IOU was a for four thirty minute sessions of questions on his part and answers on hers. The second was a free of charge and private photography session, taking pictures of anything he wanted. The third and final IOU was an IOU for her. He smiled as he realized that it was a catch. It plainly stated that if she became uncomfortable with any one question, she could cash in her IOU for a reprieve for that one question.

After he put back in all of the memorabilia, including the eucalyptus plant, daisies and IOU�s, he picked up his cell phone that was charging on his night stand next to the lamp, and quickly dialed her phone number that had been put on speed dial when he�d been bored on the plane ride over. At first, he didn�t think she was going to answer. When he looked at the clock, it flashed eight o�clock eastern standard time, which meant seven her time.

�Hello?� she asked calmly

�Samantha?�

�Justin� she said as if she were releasing a breath �Hey, I�m glad you called�

�I got your package� he said smiling �Thank you for the eucalyptus�

�You�re welcome. I know�that you probably need it for singing. It cleanses the nasal passages. Nichole keeps it around her when she�s performing�

�Well, thank you. I�m smelling it right now� Samantha sighed

�I�m sorry about how I acted Justin. I had NO right to blow up at you because I was scared. You were right about your summation of me. Right on the money�

�I didn�t call to talk about that Samantha� Justin said firmly �We�ll talk about that when I come back to Tennessee. Just like you promised in your note�

�Okay��

�I called to redeem one of my IOU�s�

�Which one?� Samantha said both smiling at his effort but worried about his selection

�The thirty minutes of questions and answers�

�Oh�� Samantha said suddenly starting to regret putting that in there �What do you want to know?�

�Well�for one�� he said trying to pick the right question �What do you do for a living?�

�I exercise my IOU of reprieve�

�Are you sure?� he asked with a laugh �I�ve got a lot more prying questions to ask you. If you get that one out of the way, you�ll have it for the more degrading questions I have for you�

�Yeah?� Samantha countered teasingly �Like what?�

�How many boyfriends have you had?�

Justin had a strategy. To warm her up and get her loose, he would start with a few mild questions. Then, as his time started to run out, he�d start hitting her with the heavy questions. This, to Justin, would be like playing spades. And in his hand, he had the ace of spades and big joker. But�in her hand, the one trump that could beat him and keep him from what he desperately wanted to know�the little joker.

�Four. Three of them were sexual boyfriends�

�Do you ever plan on ever letting your parents know where you are?�

�When I�m finished being pissed at them�

�Do you like my music?�

�Some of it�

�Did you really want to sleep with me in the woods?�

�Yes� she smiled at the memory

�Have you ever given a blow job?� he blurted out faster than he would have liked

�Yes� Samantha was now relaxed

�Have you ever had sexual intercourse with a girl?�

�No�

�Did you think I was the finest out of everyone in my group?� Samantha giggled

�I liked Lance�

�Why?�

�He�s got a fat ass� Justin laughed �Nichole made me watch the Madison Square Garden concert in Florida�

�What do you do for a living?�

�I exercise my reprieve�

�Would you give me a blow job?�

�If I liked you enough�

�How big are your breasts?�

�36C�

�How much do you weigh�

�One hundred and forty seven pounds�

�What�s the sleaziest thing you�ve ever done?� Samantha gasped. He finally got her.

There was only one thing worse then telling him that she was a stripper. The one thing that would probably put him off more than her degrading occupation. Something that there was no probable excuse for�and he had just asked for that information and in doing do�had just captured her little joker. She was trapped and the game was already lost.

Sighing with resignation, Samantha mentally prepared herself for him to be judging of her. She prepared herself to be shot down by this man that she�d just begun to really like.

�I exercise my reprieve� Justin started to say something �I know�I know, that I only have one per session. But I�m going to use it for this. I won�t revoke it�

�Okay then� Justin said imagining himself pulling in his winnings �What do you do for a living?�

�I�m an exotic dancer� Samantha said, her eyes brimming with tears that she wouldn�t allow to fall

�Oh thank GOD!� Justin said releasing his own breath �I
thought you were going to tell me that you�re a prostitute�

�Isn�t it all the same thing? In my year and a half of being a dancer, I�ve danced completely naked in front of over a thousand men. Doesn�t that bother you?�

�Well�� he admitted quietly nodding his head �It does. But I also know how hard it is to make your own way in life. It�d be stupid for me to label you a whore when I know you�re doing it to put yourself through college�

Okay, so that was a lie. Not a huge, magnificent lie, but a lie nonetheless. It bothered him more than he let on and secretly, women who stripped for a living struck Justin as lazy and unimaginative. How hard can it be to take off your clothes for a fee? It isn�t.

Possessively, he didn�t want any man looking at his naked girl. But, he knew he would no more pay her bills just because they were dating then he would judge her. Her being an exotic dancer didn�t make his feelings to her any less. It did, however, force some pity for her to rise into his heart. No wonder she had been so�guarded, she was frightened to death of what he would think of her.

He thought back to first night when she had run away from him and laughed. It explained a lot about her. Her grace and delicacy, her modesty and how she was inordinately comfortable with herself. Self assured without immature insecurity. He chuckled.

�What�s funny?� Samantha asked furrowing her eyebrows while Justin only smiled

�Don�t worry about it, I�ll tell you when I get back�

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