Justin Timberlake [Fanfiction] and more

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2006-11-27T23:22:00.000-05:00

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Justin sits upon the jagged rock. Waves crash against him. His feet ache from the icy water. Tears fall from his baby blue eyes. He tries to wipe them away to prevent his cheeks from turning red, but the wind already accomplished that.

Justin sighs, moving outward in the water to board the sailboat. He snatches fleece and puts it on, as the boat sails off.
He hums to the tune of sailing by Christopher Cross. A slight smile appears, but vanishes quickly. Justin finds a place to dock the sailboat, while he rests.

He closes his teary eyes, drifting off to sleep, waking with the sun beating down on his body.

An African American woman stands in front of the sailboat. Her long brown hair flows down the back of her neck, with a beautiful necklace, like the one he wears, with the god like creature.

His eyes quickly meet her soothing brown eyes, and warm facial expression. She bends down noticing the hurt on his face, asking if he is ok.
Justin quietly replies: I'm not sure. Something terrible happened, that can never be changed.
Justin bursts into tears. He didn't care if people stare. He knows that sailing away from his problems isn't going to solve them, but is afraid to go back.

The woman he loves dearly left him for someone else, and took his son away. "Christian, Daddy loves you!" he screams. "How dare she take my baby away, and cheat on me. How could I have been so blind?”
The woman grasps Justin's arm, lightly tugging it, getting him in a standing position, wrapping her caring arms around him, gently rocking Justin, as his head lay on her shoulder. "You'll get him back!”

“I know how it is. My husband walked out on me, and took my son, Tyler. Tyler didn't understand when his father asked if he wanted to be with him. Tyler didn't know it would be everyday, and would never see me again. I received a call from Tyler, and he wouldn't stop crying. It had to have been the most difficult thing in my life to deal with. His father is far from responsible. It almost cost my son's life. I'll never forgive him for taking Tyler, but now my baby's back.
Justin snaps, "That jerk neglecting a child! How can people do this crap? My heart is in pieces, because my little boy is some where out there. I just want to get away from it all, maybe just end all the pain!"

Justin rushes home, and goes inside. There's a message on the answering machine. It's Christian. Justin falls to his knees as he listens to his little boy’s heart broken voice.
Justin saves the message, replaying it, again, and again, just so he can hear Christian.

He waits by the phone day and night in hopes he'll call again. Two weeks later Christian calls! "Hi there Christian!"
"Daddy, I miss you! Mommies mean!"
"What'd she do to you, Baby?"
"She took away music toys. Said they mind her of you. I like them, Daddy. Mommy spanked me last I called!" Why?"
"Daddy she don't want you to peak on her."
"Oh you're playing hide and go seek."
"Yes Daddy! No peek!"
"The game should be over by now!"
"Not what Mommy says!
"Tell Daddy where you are?"
"J......." the phone goes dead.
Justin sits down at the piano and begins to play, like he never had played before, something so emotional, and then words start coming out of his mouth. He writes the lyrics down on a piece of paper, and practices the song with the melody.

"Cry"

Written and composed by Justin Randal Timberlake.

Innocent voice makes me want to go your way.
Daddy has been crying every day.
Remember when, I held you in my arms.
Swore, I would keep you from all harm.
Have Daddy's baby blues,
And those golden curls too,
A captivating smile,
That could go on for miles.
Can't help, but cry.
I'm questioning why,
Mom took you away?
In my heart you'll stay.
I can't help but cry,
This pain's killing me inside.

I can’t get by.
This won't be the last goodbye.
Daddy truly misses you.

And all that you do.
This is to remember me,
And to set your heart free."

Chp. 2

Justin records his song "Cry," and begins work on a video for the soon to be hit video and song.
In the black and white video Justin begins by sitting on his bed flipping the pages of a family scrapbook. Tears start to fall on the pictures. He closes his eyes, and visually you see what he sees. Numerous photographs appear on the screen, from holding his son after he was born, to his son's mainly milestones up until his first birthday.
Justin's eyes open. He walks down the dark hall to the piano, where candles glow, enough so he can play the piano. Christian’s picture with his father sits above the piano, near the numerous candles.
The melody it's self is powerful enough to make the strongest person cry. His heartache shows as he sings softly, holding back the tears. Justin carefully stands up blowing all but one candle out.
He speaks gently to his son, Christian,” I left but one candle for you. All these others aren't the ones that guide me. I've been lighting a candle every night lately, to help me through this storm. This candle represents you Christian, because you keep me going. I hope you know how much Daddy loves you."
Justin slowly walks away, leaving the one candle near his son's photograph. The last thing you see is the youngster with Justin, as the candle shines on their smiling faces!
Justin wins several awards for his video, and song. This brings short happiness. The truly rewarding thing he wishes for has not come, yet.
Justin sings himself to sleep, fighting the tears, desiring something he can't have. He dreams of the day he'll see his son again. He awakes as teardrops stream down his face. Justin's body trembles.
He's run down from the lack of sleep. His face almost matches the blanket that covers him. Justin's body makes him sleep, so he'll get better. When he's well he begins writing, but becomes depressed, easily.

Chp. 3

Justin looks forward to being the special guest at the Children’s Music Search. Kids from the age of three up to twelve are competing for the prize new music supplies, scholarship money for college, recording a track for a CD for World Children’s Day, benefiting Ronald Mc Donald House Charity, and many other organizations that tailor to kids and their family, presented by Mc Donald’s.
Justin walks out on stage, and gets a large applause from the adoring audience. "I hope ya'all enjoy the show today. I imagine many of these youngsters we'll be seeing in the future. I wish them all the best of success, and am looking forward to greeting all of them, and presenting one of them with the first place prize. I'll be out latter, to announce the winner!" Justin exits the stage.

He sits on a chair, clasping his hands together. Justin sighs, taking a few nice deep breaths in and out, reaching in his pocket, pulling out Christian's photo. He immediately slides it back in after the first contestant exits the stage.

His head hangs low, as he rubs his forehead. Justin sits quietly, trying to smile, as the children walk by. He poses for pictures and signs autographs, if the kids want one. Justin goes outside for a bit for fresh air. He closes his eyes.
He hears a young boy yell,” Daddy!" His eyes open peering around, wishing he could hear those words.
Most people know him as Justin. He misses being Daddy. Justin's the younger him, but Daddy is his older self. He still considers himself a father, and always will. He no longer cuts off those golden curls, because of the admiration of his son's. His blue eyes lack the glow that once showed. Tears dim them. Justin's cheeks and nose are constantly red from the crying. His lips are no longer strawberry red. They appear like snow, cold, wet, white, hardly ever opening to show the diamonds that so many have come to love. Clothing has gone from name brand, vibrant colors to articles from the Salvation Army, whatever he can find. His attire is plain, mostly earth tones or solely black.
He hears again, "Daddy!" That word causes extreme pain. He wishes he could erase that word, so he would be in less agony.
Justin has a tap on his arm. He turns his head to see who it is, most likely a fan, he assumes. He looks downward, and gasps.

He can't move, or barely breathe. "Christ-ian?"
"Daddy I missed you! What's wrong, Daddy?"
Justin snaps out of his trance, while his heart beats a mile a minute, tears form in his eyes. "I'm happy to see you. How's Mommy?" Justin hugs his son.
"Owe," he cries.
Justin stops confused, looking into Christian's eyes. He begins to pay closer attention to his son's face. The child's hair is cut short, barely leaving the curls noticeable. His face has little scratches all over it.
"Mommy hurts. My boo boo's from kitty!"
"Why does Mommy hurt?"
"Jakes fault."
"Do you have a kitty?"
"I don't have a kitty!"
"Where'd you find the kitty?"
"Don't know!?"
"Where's Mommy?"
"She went bye, bye, with Jake!"
"Who are you with?"
"Jake's uncle."
Justin tries to think fast. He has to get back into the building to announce the winner, soon. His hands are tied, because he doesn't want to let his son go out of his sight.
"Are you in the talent show?"
"Yeah! I played piano. I sang songs!"
Justin smiles at his son. "That's very good. Where's your uncle?"
"Don't know."
"Come on, Buddy. You can stay with Johnny, until Daddy can be with you."
"Okay. Don't 'eve me!"
"I won't I promise."

Justin walks with his son into the building. He hopes few people heard his conversation with his son. Family isn’t supposed to be in the contest. Justin didn't even see the performance, but it doesn't matter. He’s also not supposed to talk to the kids outside of the building, to protect himself, for being accused of things. Justin might have to leave, if someone tells on him.
Johnny takes good care of Christian, while Justin's greeting with the other kids, and posing for pictures. Johnny brings Christian out to be with the other contestants when they announce the winner.
Justin takes a deep breath in, and releases it as he comes into everyone's view. He clasps his hands praying his son won't yell out Daddy in his direction.
"Our grand prize winner is Alex Lindsey." The child stands up, and bows. The crowd applauded. Our second place winner is.........." There's a long pause.
People yell out in the audience,” Get on with it! How hard is it to say a name?"

Justin's heart is racing, as his son looks onward at him. "Christian T........"
One of the parents shouts, "We don't have all day! Announce the last name! These kids will be fifty before you get done!"
Justin takes a few deep breaths in and out, mouthing, "Timberlake!"
"What'd he say?" they scream!
Justin answers them, "Timberlake!"
Christian can tell his father is uncomfortable, and just sits there, quietly. Justin sighs. He wants to congratulate his son, but can't. Even worse Justin has to confess that this is his son. "Christian come here."
Christian toddles up to Justin. He gives his father a comforting hug.
"This young man is my son, Christian. I was surprised to see him, in the contest today. I had no idea my son would be in the contest, and am sorry we broke the rules of the contest. I don't know if you want to disqualify him. I hope you won't because I didn't vote on his performance or know about any of this."
"Daddy, don't worry! I wanted to do this for you. I saw picture on TV, and told uncle I want to do that. But, I play every day!"
The audience awes.
The judges let him be in it, though they had to pick another person for first place. Christian is more excited about being with his father, than anything else.
Justin walks out of the building holding Christian in his arms. "Christian, how come your Mommy let you come?"
"She didn't Daddy! Uncle doesn’t know your face. I tell him I want to play, so he brings me. He tells me that fine"
"I don't think your uncle's coming back!"
"Daddy I don't need him. I got you!"
"Yes, you do, Baby! Daddy's not going to let you out of my sight. Did you see Daddy's video for you?"
"Yay, I love seeing you!"

"Let's get you home." Justin brings Christian home. He shows Christian his room, still the way it was before he was taken away!” I need to get you a bed. You can sleep with Daddy, if you want tonight."
"I do!"
Justin takes off his son's shirt, carefully. He's horrified at what he sees. He has bruises all over his body. No wonder why the child cried when Justin hugged him earlier. He carefully dresses Christian, after his bath. His clothes still fit him from before. Justin lays Christian on the bed, watching him closely all night long.

Christian awakes the next morning, "Daddy, wakey up!"
Justin tries focusing, though he's drowsy,” What’s wrong Chris?"
"It’s morning!" He sticks his small hands around his father. "I love you!"
"I love you too! Let's get you some new clothes today!"
“Okay Daddy."
read chps. 4 & 5 here

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2006-11-27T23:16:00.000-05:00

Chp. 4

Justin buys Christian new clothes. He doesn't let the little boy out of his sight.
Days pass by, and he doesn't hear anything about Christian's uncle, nor from his mother.
Christian asks,” Why’d Mommy Leave?"
"I don't know, but Daddy's here."
"Will Mommy back?"
Justin doesn’t know how to answer the question. He has mixed feelings about his wife she took away his greatest joy, and then abandoned her child: allowing someone she hardly knows care for him. He's beyond confused.
Justin says tearfully, "I wish I knew!"
Christian hugs his father,” Don’t cry, Daddy!"

Two weeks later Justin receives a terrible phone call, regarding the Christian's mother. Justin falls to his knees, asking God, "How do you explain this to a child? He doesn't deserve this!"

Justin sits down with his son. "Daddy has to tell you something bad, about Mommy." Justin's hands shake, as he tries not to cry. "Mommy's can't see you the same way anymore."
"Why Daddy?"
"Mommy's in heaven. Jake hurt her too much, so God took her."
Christian doesn't fully understand his father. "I want to go there!"
"Heaven's a special place, but you're not ready to go there. Daddy needs you. We can talk to Mommy every night when we pray, if you want too."
Christian stares at Justin blanky, and hugs his father tightly. They both comfort each other, through their sorrow.
Justin gives Christian a photograph of their family before all this happened. It stays on Christian's night stand. Justin hears Christian praying to God, as he looks at their family picture.
"I miss Mommy. I hope you take care of her. Daddy's good to me. Daddy needs me. I love him. Thank you for Daddy!"
Justin smiles slightly, and wipes a tear from his eye. "Thank you, so much for giving me back my little boy. Please don't let him suffer over losing his mother. It's difficult for a child to have to deal with."
Justin enters Christian's room, kissing him on the cheek. Christian Kisses him back, giving him a hug.

Chp. 5

Three months pass by; Justin sits with his son in the doctor's office. Justin's there for an annual check up. The boy giggles at Justin being in a gown.
Justin lies down on the table, so the doctor can check him over. Justin's doctor is a female, and absolutely gorgeous.
She gently presses on his stomach. "Does this hurt?"
"It's tender," admits Justin. "I bumped it the other day."
She touches on the other side. She can tell it's painful to him. "I'm a bit concerned about your pains. Let's have you walk in a strait line for me." He's off balance a little. The more he concentrated the worse it got. "I want you to have some blood work done."
"Okay, then may I go?"
"Yep, after you have blood drawn. Just lie back down, and we'll take it." Justin does as she asks. "All done."
Justin gets dressed and brings Christian home.
read chps 6 & 7 here

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2006-11-27T23:12:00.000-05:00

Chp, 5

Justin can't stop thinking about her.
"Daddy, you paying attention?"
"Yes!"
"Daddy's lyin"
"No Daddy's not lying!"
"Okay, we play!"
"What do you want to play?"
"Piano." Christian runs to the instrument, and sits down. "Play my song, Daddy!"
Justin sits down beside him, and shows him how to play the first measure. "This song has four beats per measure. You hold the key, and say one, two, three, and four."
"One, two, free, or," Christian says.
Justin grins, "Just keep practicing that, Buddy. I'm going to lie down on the couch."
Christian does as his father asks.
Justin listens to the toddler's musical attempts. The boy has skills Justin thinks. He's hitting the right keys, though the melodies off, it'll come in time.
Christian approaches his father, "Daddy take nap?"
"Sometimes, you want to take one with Daddy?"
"Yay!"
"Let's sleep on Daddy's bed, it's bigger!"
"It has water. Bed's squishy!" He giggles.
"Yes, it is." Justin lifts Christian up on to the bed. They lie beside each other, and chat, until Christian falls asleep.
Justin takes a short nap, and waits for his son to awake. He closes his eyes, because Christian likes to wake up his father."
"Daddy up!"
"I'm up!"
"No you down!" Christian gets on top of his father. Daddy sick!"
"No Buddy, I just got a boo boo."
Christian kisses his father's belly,” All better!"
Justin's asked to go back to his doctor, because of his test results. She suggests he has more tests done.
He doesn't want to be away from his son. She tells him the tests won't last long. He agrees to have them done.
Justin's Mom, Lynn Harless, cares for Christian, while Justin's having his scan. She brings him into see Justin, who's a bit sleepy.
"Daddy needs nap!"
"The doctor gave Daddy medicine that made him sleepy. That's why he's in the special bed. He can come home with us. We have to be quiet, though, because Daddy requires rest. Would you like to go on the bed with Daddy?"
"Peeeeeeeze!"
She lifts him up onto the bed. "There you go!"
"Thanks Grammy."
"Sure Sweetheart, give Daddy a kiss." The little boy as his Granny tells him.
Justin whispers, "Thanks Christian. I'm sorry we can't play today."
"It okay. Daddy you get better." He covers his father with the blanket, and rests his head on Justin's chest.
Justin's doctor finds the two adorable. She's impressed by their bond. He's better off with that little boy, and if he needs treatment that child will help get him through.
"Would you like to......"
Justin interrupts her,” Go on a date?"
"Sure, but that's not what I wanted to ask you."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. I wanted to know if you wanted to get ready to go home."
"Certainly, so Christian and I can make up on our lost time."
"You two can talk, but that's about it. I want you resting."
Justin groggily replies, "Alright."
His mom brings him home, and has him get in bed. She watches him fall asleep, and mumble, about things.
When Justin's more alert, he takes his doctor out on a date. Lindsey's a sweet lady, and the two get a long really well. She loves Christian.
Justin balances his time between the two. Aside from his mom their strength.
Lindsey's overjoyed Justin doesn't have anything seriously wrong with him, just something minor, that's treatable with medication.
The medicine resolves the problem, and his pain subsides. He must stay on it though, or it will come back.
Justin's surprised a year has now passed by. It is now February, and Christian's Birthday is coming up. Justin has big plans for his son's special day!

Chp. 6

Christian awakes on his forth Birthday, rushing into his father's room. "Daddy, Birthday today!"
Justin stares at him bleary eyed, yawning, "Happy Birthday Christian!" He quickly picks up his glasses off of his night stands, putting them on his face. Justin runs to the kitchen, where his son, now is.
"Daddy's out of breath!"
"Nah, I'm just not used to marathons at six in the morning! Will you hold up, Buddy, till Daddy gets the camcorder?"
"Yes Daddy!"
Justin grabs the cam, shoving the batteries in it. "Go ahead, Christian."
Christian opens his gifts, smiling, and having a great time. He makes it to the last one. "What's this?"
"A present!"
"Piano. I love this the most!"
"Look inside of the bench, Christian!"
He lifts it open. "What’s this?"
"Those are my first songs I learned how to play. I always loved music like you do. We're going to go see a concert tonight, with lots of instruments."
"Yay! I can't wait!" Christian plays on his piano all day long. This piano's missing something!"
"What is it missing?"
"I be right back!" He returns with the photo of him with his parents. He places it on top, like Justin has it." That's good!"
Justin grins, "You're too cute! We should get ready for the concert, I guess."
Justin dresses very slick, curls in full force, shaved baby face, white button down dress shirt, with tie, black pants, and a nice pair of dress up shoes.
Justin's son could be considered his mini me. He has Justin's look down to a "T". They'll be two of the best dressed at the show.
Christian is enjoying the show. He's well behaved for a four year old, very quiet around others like his father. The show goes to intermission, and returns.
"We have some special guests in the house tonight. Multi-talented, millionaire Justin Timberlake is here celebrating his son's birthday. Now you all may think Justin got in for free, but he didn't he paid the full price to get in. Justin, why don't you come up here with Christian?"
Justin walks up with his son. Christian looks at his father not sure what to think.
"Justin, would you two like to play with the band?"
"Please Daddy!"
"Alright, I'd be honored!"

We're going to start of with a special piece that we've never played before. Justin wrote this song, and produced it. It's dedicated to his son Christian. He would like to sing it, and play the melody on the piano, with our musicians."
Justin sits down at the piano bench, placing his hands gently on the keys. He sticks his foot on the petal below, and begins.

"Recall the first time you were in my arms,
Safe and warm,
Vowed to keep you from harm.

You're my pride and joy,
An amazing little boy.

I cherish every moment with you
The darkest days you get me through
With you're personality, that's pure and true.

You're my pride and joy,
An amazing little boy.”

Happy Birthday, Christian" Justin hugs his son, as a loud applause is heard, but Justin blocks out the sound preoccupied with seeing his son's reaction to the song. He takes a bow, and Christian follows.
"I won't be performing this song anymore. Those of you who had the opportunity to hear it I hope you enjoyed it. I wrote this song solo for my son, not to be a marketed item. I'm sure some critics will bash the content in the song, or how the melody was composed, but it doesn't matter, because this is for Christian."
The crowd applauds him.
Justin sits back down on the bench, and points for Christian to do the same. The instruments begin to play. Justin and Christian accompany them on the classical piece.
People are impressed that the four year old can play this well. The two get an outstanding ovation for their performance. Justin says,” Thank You, for letting me perform tonight. I know I'm not a classical musician, but I hope you enjoyed me and my son's rendition of this piece, and the non classical piece for my son. God bless and have a wonderful evening." Everyone cheers, as they take a quick final bow, and exit the stage, heading back to the audience.
They manage to get out before the press gets to them, something Justin doesn't want to deal with. It's all over the news the next day, but nobody has an audio of the performance. Jive Records wants him to record the song, but Justin refuses despite the demand for the song. They eventually give up on trying because Justin makes it clear that this wasn't written to make money, but to show his child how much he loves him.

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2006-11-27T23:08:00.000-05:00

Chp. 7

“Christian, what are these?"
"Drawins Daddy! You don't like?"
"I love your drawings, and all the creative stuff you do. Who's in your drawings?"
"Mommy and Jake."
"That's what I was afraid of. It's okay to draw these pictures. It helps you heal."
"Jake's bad. I miss Mommy!"
"I know you do. I miss her too! Maybe we should go visit her?"
"We go to heaven, Daddy?"
"No Buddy, remember the cemetery, that's where Mommy is? How about you give her some flowers?"
"Okay, when we go?"
"Later today. I promise. Daddy has to talk to someone before we go. I'm waiting for her call."

Justin speaks to Lindsey on the phone.
"Justin I'm concerned about your health. I'm sorry the medication makes you drowsy. You seem over all tired. You should have another scan done. You should have one at least every six months."
"I really don't want to be away from my son."
"Justin, I know you love him, but you two need to be separated at times. You should seriously think about enrolling him in preschool. In another year he'll be school aged, then what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I'm not ready for that, yet. I'll tell him that I need to have the scan, again."
"He can be in the room with you, until they're ready to take you to the room, if you want him to be."
"I think it'd be to frightening for a child. I don't want him to witness that. It's scary enough for me. I really need to be going. I promised Christian I'd take him to spend some time with his mom. He's giving me the puppy dog face."
"Are you going to have that test done?"
"Yes, whenever I can fit it in. I'm sorry we haven't gotten to hang out much. I really enjoy or time together."
"I had fun too! Hopefully we can go on another date, soon. Bye, Justin."
"Bye, Lindsey."
Christian makes a mad dash for Justin's car.
Justin can barely keep up with him. Being a single parent isn't easy. Lots of things are on his mind as he drives down the narrow dirt roads. He knows he has to promote a new album, soon, and wants to take Christian along, but isn't sure if it'd work out. He thinks about his illness, and having the scan done. Justin glances back at Christian, who brings light to all situations; as long as Justin has him by his side he can get through anything. He enjoys the rest of the ride.
Justin bends down with the flowers in his hands. He places one of them near the grave. Christian does the same following his father's cues. He allows the boy to spend as much time as he wants there with his mother. Christian feels a bit better after spending time with his mom.

Chp. 8

Justin tries avoiding scheduling his test, though he knows he should have it done.
Lindsey comes over to spend time with him, and Christian. She persuades him to have the test done, and talks over the test with Christian.
Christian cries,” Daddy you hurt. Daddy go to heaven!"
Justin reassures Christian that he's going to be around for a long time, and that his illness is under control. "I just have to have a check up, and see if anything has changed. Granny will take care of you until I'm awake."
"Okay, Daddy!"

Justin cries, "Ow that hurts! Do you have to touch that area again?"
Justin's doctor says, "I'm afraid so. We need to check over your stomach. I'm sorry you couldn't take your medication today, so you feel worse. We'll get you back on medication, after you awake."
Justin sighs,” I’ll get over the pain, what's more depressing is being away from my son. I love to play with him, but I can't do that here."
"You'll see him later, I promise. You're going to have a slight pinch in your arm."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Alright Justin, just try to relax, and let the medicine start working. It's perfectly normal to be sleepy."
The medicine works fairly quickly. He's ready to go for his scan, now that he's sedated.
Justin awakes groggy in the recovery room. The first thing he asks is, "Where's Christian!?"
The nurse tells him, "They'll be in shortly. You need to rest."
Justin smiles tiredly at his son, and his mom, as his nurse gives him a pain killer through his IV.
Christian rests with his father, until Justin's asleep. His grandmother explains,” Daddy has an ouchie, and can't be bumped in his tummy. He has a bandage, similar to a bandage you get when you have a cut."
"Why Daddy Sleepy?"
"Daddy's sleepy from his test and the pain medicine. He'll be less tired soon."
"Why he have mask?"
"For him to breathe a little bit better."
Justin awakes much later on. You can barely see his baby blue eyes. He likes hearing Christian's voice. He senses his mom is there, also.
The next day Justin's more alert, and is able to go home. He sits in a wheelchair, with his son, as he's wheeled out to his mom's car. She assists him into the car.
Justin rests over the next few days, and regains some strength.

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2006-11-27T22:55:00.000-05:00

Chp. 9

Justin lies on the couch as Christian plays the piano. He's still recovering from a week ago. Lindsey's been with him, when she has work off.
Christian's developing a bond with her. He's not used to having a motherly figure, and enjoys it. His father likes it, as well.
Justin plans on dating her more, when he feels better. He must limit his activity for the time being.
He invites Lindsey to come see a basketball game with him, and his son Christian. She accepts the offer.
"Daddy the game's over!"
"That was a good game!"
Lindsey winks, "Yeah, it was a very good game. How about I get you ice cream, Christian?"
He peers into his father's eyes, "That ok. Daddy?"
"Sure, but don't forget to thank her."
"What flavor do you like?"
"Natural Vanilla"
"That's what your Dad likes."
"Daddy's like me!"
"Yep, but older. I think he's in love."
"I'm in love with Daddy!"
"Your love is good. Daddy's love is for a girl."
"Ew, Daddy's into girls!"
"Afraid so. I'm a girl."
"Yer not little. Yer like a Mommy or Grammy."
"We're just big girls. You'll like girls one day!"
Justin and Lindsey laugh.
"Girls icky. Ice creams here!" He forgets all about girls being icky, as he eats his frozen favorite.
It's getting late and Christian's getting tired. He falls asleep in his father's caring arms. Justin rests with him in the back of his car, as Lindsey drives. This way Justin's able to take his medication on time.
She enters his home, and helps him get the young child into his bed.
The two proceed to Justin's room, as Justin's medicine kicks in. She kisses him goodnight.
He whispers,” Goodbye, I love you", sleepily.
Lindsey knows their relationship is getting serious, but how far will it go, she doesn't know.

Chp. 10

It's now Valentine's Day. Lindsey takes Justin for a ride. Christian comes along, keeping his eyes on the falling snow flakes.
They chat about various things, as Lindsey drives.

Justin can't take his eyes off her, “Simply one of the most beautiful women. Her light brown hair's slightly curly, flowing down the back of her neck. Her eyes match my tender blue eyes.”
Justin grins resting his head on the furniture behind him, recalling that he's still sick. No driving for at least another three weeks, until he is healed.
Christian yells from the back, "Daddy!"
Justin turns his head to see what's wrong, "What's the matter Christian?"
"Puppy!"
"Where?"
He points to a puppy hidden in the snow. It blends in, almost perfectly, aside from the spots.
Lindsey stops the car, allowing Justin to get out. He approaches the dog hesitantly. The dog comes up to him.

It licks his hand.
Justin remembers his first dog experience much like this, though his dog was far smaller. "You're cute!"
Christian yells, "My puppy!"
Justin looks for tags, but finds no identification. "I guess, but you have to take good care of him."
"I will, Daddy."
"What will you name him?"
Christian blurts, "Dasher."
Justin sticks Dasher in the back, where the puppy can dry off.
Christian keeps his eyes on the dog the whole rest of the ride. Justin explains to him how to care for his new pup.” It’s a big responsibility.”

"Responsility, can do."
Justin giggles. "He's too cute!"
Lindsey glances at Justin, "He certainly is. This will be good for him. This way you can rest, a bit more."
"Rest hardly, that pup will be tracking mud in and out. Not to mention having accidents. I hope this is the right thing to do."
"Daddy don't worry!"
"I'm trying not too."
Justin's impressed in his son attempts to prove that he can care for the dog, well. The day is coming to a close. The youngster watched Dash, sleepily from his bed.
Justin and Lindsey listen, while chatting a few rooms down. Justin acts groggy from his medication. She lies beside him, comforting him. She knows it'll ware off, in about ten to fifteen minutes, but until then he's a totally different person. She gives him a slight kiss on the lips. He tells her he loves her. She covers him with his sheets.
Christian walks into the room sleepy -eyed. "I had nightmare."
Lindsey holds him in her arms. "It'll be ok. It's just a bad dream. Where's Dash?"
"Sleeping. I want Daddy."
"I know you do, but Daddy's sleepy from his medication. He'll be more awake soon."
"Daddy's always going to sleep, why?"
"Daddy has an illness, and his treatment makes him tired. Luckily it's only at night. How about you come here on the bed?"
"Okay, Mommy."
She glances at the boy puzzled, not sure what to say. She's barely even Justin's girlfriend, and this young child is calling her Mommy. She places him back in his bed, after he has fallen asleep.
She walks out of the room, rubbing her stomach. She goes back to Justin, who is just awakening from his slumber. "What the matter?"
"Your son just called me Mommy."
"Oh, if you want I'll ask him not to call you that."
"No, that's alright. I just don't want him to get his hopes up."
"I understand." Justin stumbles to his feet, and gives her a kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
She kisses him back, tightly grasping his waist, so he won't fall.
They some how end up on the bed. Christian is surprised to see Lindsey's still here in the morning.
The two give one another odd looks, before vanishing from one another's sight.
Lindsey and Justin can't stop thinking of that night. Lindsey feels perhaps worse than Justin, she did something very stupid.
"It's getting too serious Justin!"
"I didn't mean for that to happen. I love you, and things went too far."
"Justin, when you first asked to go out with me I didn't know it'd lead into this. When we went on our first date I was......" She pauses for a moment, and resumes, “Dating someone else.”
"Stop, just stop! I thought we had something special, but I guess you just wanted to use me." He turns his head away, tears falling from his eyes. "I guess I'll never find true love, go away."
"Justin, please listen to me!"
"Why? You got my hopes up. I loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. Now, I feel betrayed."
"It was wrong of me to keep this a secret from you." She walks out of the house.
A month later, he receives a phone call. "Hello?"
"Hi Justin, I need to tell you something."
"Don't get me started. It's over."
"Justin, I'm pregnant."
"Congrads to you, and whoever he is!"
"You don't understand, Justin, you're the father!"
"I'm the father?"
"Justin, are you still there?"

Back To Christian chapter 11

2006-11-27T22:53:00.000-05:00

Chp. 11

The thought of her coming back never occurred to him. He has been blocking her from his mind. He hasn’t said her name since she left. He sighs heavily not knowing how to react. He doesn't even remember that night, one of the most important nights of his life. He keeps his composure, incase Christian walks in the room, but wants nothing more than to cry. He doesn't want anything to do with her, but this is his unborn child, flesh and blood. Not knowing this child would be utterly depressing. He's already lost valuable time with Christian, due to unfortunate circumstances; he's not looking to repeat that fate. "I'm here. I'm listening, though I'm very hurt!"
"Justin, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you! We don't have to be a couple. I'm just happy you want to be a part of this child's life!"
“Justin, don't be getting over worked your illness will be worse."
Justin rubs his temple, then his abdomen. He's hurting emotionally and physically.
"I'm going to let you go before something happens."
Christian screams, "Daddy!"
Justin points to the phone.
The boy picks it up. "Grammy!?"
"What's up Christian?

“This isn't Grammy!” The troubled toddler cries, "Daddy sick."
He rushes to his father's room, and grabs the cell phone. He presses number one. He yells, "Grammy!"
"What's wrong Baby?"
"Daddy had one of his episodes! He needs you!"
"I'll be right over. I'm proud of you for telling us."
He goes back to the other phone. "Sorry hada get Daddy help!"
"Christian can Daddy talk?"
He points. “He hurt his boo boo. “
"Is Daddy lying down?"
"He's sleepy, like after he takes sleepy stuff."
"Buddy, you got to keep Daddy awake. It's probably extreme pain that's causing him sleepiness, but I don't know."
"Granny's here! Bye, Buh!"
Lyn hugs her grandson, consoling him. "Are you alright, Darling?"
"Is Daddy going to Heaven, like Mommy? He has lots of ouches?"
"No Baby, he'll go to the hospital, where they'll make him feel better. The EMT's will take good care of him, until he gets there."
The boy clenches onto his grandmother's waist, and barriers hiss head in her pink blouse.

"Shhh...Baby everything's going to be okay!"
Lynn brings the youngster to the hospital, and sits with him in a chair. She rocks him back and forth, soothing him.
Justin opens his eyes, and motions for Christian to come be with him. Lynn gently places Christian on Justin's bed next to him. All Justin's vital signs are at normal rate, when the boy is there. Justin's barely awake but acknowledges he's there.

Back To Christian chapter 12

2006-11-27T22:49:00.000-05:00

Chp. 12

Justin lay propped up on a pillow. Justin groggily asks, "May I go to the cafeteria too?"

His mom whispers, "Just, I don't think you’re ready for getting up. Christian and I can bring some back."

Justin gives her his million dollar smile, "Please."

His nurse walks in, "You can go if you sit in the wheelchair. You're too groggy to be walking around!" Justin nods his head. They help him into the wheelchair. Justin rests his head on the soft padding.
"Are you alright, Justin?"
"Yeah Mom, I'm just sleepy."
They proceed to the cafeteria. Lynn buys Christian his favorite dish spaghetti and meatballs. Justin's not really up to eating, more so sleeping.
"Daddy, I saw Jake!"
"Where is Jake, Buddy?"
"Jake was outside."
"When?"
"Today. He scares me!"
"Why didn't you tell Granny?"
"I told Uncle J.C. He made Jake go bye, bye, bye! Uncle J.C. said he won't let him hurt me."
"I haven't seen J.C. Where'd he go, Buddy?"
"J.C. came for you!"
Lynn smiles, "Sweetheart J.C. stopped by when you were sleeping. He didn't want to awake you. He'll be back tomorrow. I didn't want you to worry about this. You need to rest."
"Mom, he's my baby, and Jake doesn't dare get near him! If he did anything to him, you don't want to even know what I'd do to him!"
"I know you would, Justin!"
"Daddy's Superman!" Lynn and Justin laugh.
Lynn tells Christian, "Let's get Daddy back to his room. He requires rest."
"I push Daddy!?"
"Darling, you can't see over Daddy's head. How about if Daddy agrees you sit with him?"

Justin says it's ok, and Christian goes up with him. They return back to the room.
Justin lay on the bed, with his son beside him, who is coloring in coloring book. The youngster stops, and moves up towards his father's chest. He hugs him carefully. "Is this okay, Daddy?"
"Yep, just don't touch my tummy."
"Daddy I love you. Dasher misses you"
"I miss Dash, too!" Justin sticks his hands through the boy's golden curls. Justin's eyes close. “Christian's back and that's all that matters.”

Back To Christian chapter 13

2006-11-27T22:46:00.000-05:00

Chp. 13

It's now late March. Justin hasn't spoken to Lindsey since that unfortunate day in mid March. He sits on the couch with Christian, as they watch a show about birth.
The boy turns to his father. "Daddy you have baby!"
Justin glances at him confused. "Only women have babies, Christian."
"Lindsey says you have baby!"
"When did she say that?"
"The day you were sick."
Justin doesn't recall hardly anything from that day. "I'll have to call her, and asks what's this all about, Buddy. You play with Dash, while I call her on my cell phone."
"Don’t calls, then you be sick!"
"It'll be alright, I promise."
Justin calls her up.
"Justin, why haven't you contacted me? I thought you had changed your mind."
"I was sick, and had an episode. Not that you deserve me to call you, after you cheated on me."
"I'm sorry Justin. I hope you're feeling better."
"I'm a bit sore, but I think I'll be ok, now. Christian tells me you told him I'm having a baby. What's this about?"
She laughs, "I'm having a baby. Don't you remember I told you, and you're the father.”?
"I don't remember. How do I break the news to Christian?"
"He already knows, sort of. I'll talk to him, if you want me too."
"No, that's ok. Should I go to your house or stay here, to help with the pregnancy?"
"You stay home with Christian. I won't bother you much."
Justin sits down with his son, and explains what's going on.
Christian's excited about the new baby.
Over time, Justin seems to have forgotten about the betrayal, and begins falling in love with Lindsey, all over again. He makes a room for her, and the baby.
It is time for Christian to go to preschool, Justin cries more than the young boy. Preschool allows Justin to spend some quality time with Lindsey, and their unborn child. He's eagerly excited when he picks up his son from school.
The months have passed, so quickly, for all of them. Christmas is in the air, not to mention love.

Back To Christian chapter 14

2006-11-27T22:43:00.000-05:00

Chp. 14

Justin bends down on knee, just a half hour before the Christmas show will take place. Christian sits near by, in a pew.
"I know it's early, but I wanted to give you this. I never imagined I'd be asking you this, after that has happened. My love for you is so strong. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and that unborn child, inside of you. Will you marry me?"
"Yes, I will! I've made mistakes but finding you, have changed my perspective of life. I still regret what I did to you. You're never unfaithful, to anyone. You're pure like gold, but far more valuable, in my eyes. Heaven did this world justice sending you. Many people now have better lives, because of you."
Justin wipes a tear from his eye. "What do you think about this Christian?"
The boy grins, "She's my Mommy!"
'Not quite yet. We have to get married first."
"Then I have two Mommies’."
"Yep, and a Daddy, and a new sibling."
They count their blessings by saying a special prayer, at the Christmas Mass.
"Preschool, Daddy?"
"Not today, Buddy. "We're going to the hospital."
"Yay, Baby's coming"
"Yep."
Christian helps get his soon to be mom in the car. They speed off to the hospital. Justin's mom watches Christian, as Justin stays with Lindsey.
Justin walks out of the delivery room, smiling.
"How's she doing, Justin?"
"She's a bit tired, but over all fine. The babies are doing great!"
"Did you say babies?"
"Yeah, I did!"
"Twins?"
"We have a boy, and girl."
"That's two, Daddy!"
"That's right, Buddy!"
"When can we see them?"
"Now." Justin leads them to the room, where Lindsey holds the two infants.
She smiles, "This is Joshua Michael Timberlake, and his sister Laura Lindsey Timberlake."
Christian giggles, "Hi Joshua and Laura. I'm big bro. I'll take good care of you."
Christian's a great big brother to his younger brother, and sister. He hardly ever acts jealous, of them. He rushes to the crib, everyday after preschool, or where ever Lindsey may be with them.
Justin takes Christian out on the road, during holiday breaks, but tries not to affect his son's schooling schedule. Justin feels being away from his family is not the right thing to do, until his babies are a bit older. He doesn't want them to be in the public eye. He wants them to see how life treated him growing up. He won't even go back to California.
He only has two homes now. His childhood home where he grew up and his home with his new family, where they'll grow up in Tennessee. There's only one car, no mottorcycles left Justin wants his childeren to grow up the way he did. He used to love all this fancy stuff, but feels that his family is more important.
Justin sits on his pourch, with his son Christian, who's now five, and his two babies, six months. His wife sits down beside them. They skim through a photo album of the past two years.
"That's all folks."
Justin laughs, "Our story isn't complete, yet, Christian."
"But, you had love, wedding, and babies!"
"There's a whole lot more to it. There's going to be the little one's Birthdays, and you driving a car some day, and falling in love!"
"Girls are still icky! I only like Dasher. That's all folks!"
Justin laughs, "It's far from over, trust me."

Changes

2006-11-27T21:33:00.000-05:00

Changes

Chp. 1

“Music blocks the pain that’s hidden deep down inside of me. If it weren’t for music, I don’t know where I’d be. It strengthens my soul, and mind. It’s a sign of hope, when I’m in despair. There’s nothing greater than to hear my angelic son’s voice, when I’m depressed. It’s uplifting.

I want to thank you Father for giving me the gift of music. It’s an honor to share this with people through out the world, and touch lives. One of the most important lives is my son’s. Music helped our bond.

Lately as you know, Father, due to my illness, which continues to come back we’ve been restricted in our time together.”

He rushes through the door, after school. His mom gives him a cookie, as she tends to the twins. He munches on it, and proceeds to me in the living room. He and I jam until suppertime. I hope that he remembers the great times we’ve had, as he grows older.

Christian’s calling me, so I better get going! Thank you, Heavenly Father."

Chp. 2

“Daddy who are you talking too?”
“I’m talking to God, like you do every night.”
“Daddy why are you sick?”
“I keep getting a bump in my tummy. Unfortunately the medicine doesn’t help it much.”
“Please, don’t go to heaven, Mommy and the twins need us, big boys.”
“I don’t plan on going there. It’s not up to me. It’s up to God. I don’t think he wants me to go away.”

Justin hugs him, wiping away the youngster’s tears. “To see you in pain is more difficult than dealing with this illness.”
“Can I play you my song?”
“I’ve been waiting for this.”
Christian gently grabs his father’s hand, leading him to the living room. He greets Joshua and Laura as they play on the floor. Christian clears their toys out of Justin’s way, and sits down at his piano, playing a soft piece he created.
Justin knows Christian is going to be his mini him. The girls still talk about his MC Donald’s Charity song. “Hey Christian would you like to try some more auditions?”
The boy nods his head. “I want to be a mouse!”
Justin grins, “The show was called The New Mickey Mouse Club. I wasn’t a mouse, Buddy, just worked for one.”
“I want to work for Mickey too!”
“How about we go see Mickey?”
“Where does Mickey live?”
“He lives in Orlando, Florida.” Justin takes out a map of the United States, and shows him. “Florida’s all the way down here, near the water.”
“When will we see him?”
“Mommy and I have to talk it over.”
Lindsey questions, “Justin are you sure you can handle the trip? You know you’re supposed to be low key?”
“I can use a wheelchair if it starts getting too demanding.”
“I’ll get one reserved. On top of that you’re going to need lots of breaks, and I mean it!”
“I will rest. I want us to have fun.”
“Alright, let’s do it!”
Christian overhears their conversation, and smiles. He whispers, “I’m going to see Mickey Mouse!”

Chp. 3

The plane ride goes well. They head to their hotel. The twins are napping on the ride.

Christian looks around excitedly, “Where’s Mickey, Daddy?”
“Mickey’s at Disney. The driver is going to bring us there.”
“Daddy you should take a nap.”
“I’ll be okay. I’ll rest when we get in our room.”
Justin keeps his promise. He’s quite tired from running all day.

Christian lies down beside his father.
Lindsey whispers to Christian, “Want to play with Joshua and Laura?”
“No Mommy, I want to be with Daddy.”
“Sweetheart you can’t always be with Daddy.”
“I’m not! I love Daddy. I love the twins. I love Mommy. Daddy I love first!”
Lindsey sighs, smiling, “You’re too cute!”
The twins say, “Daddy.”
Drifting off, Justin turns to his side, adoring hearing, ‘Daddy.’

Lindsey kisses Justin, after he awakes. “How are you doing?”
He mumbles, “I’m tired.”
“Do you feel up to going out?”
“I think I’ll be alright.”
“You should use the wheelchair. You can pace yourself. I’ll push the twins in the stroller. Christian can sit up there with you, since all you do is press a button.”
Justin laughs, “This motorized stuff is cool!”
She chuckles, "You have it easy. I wish they’d motorize these baby strollers.”
Justin laughs, “Where too?”

Christian squeals, “Mickey Mouse.
The youngster’s eyes light up, when he sees Mickey Mouse.
Mickey places his arm around Christian, “Hey there, what’s your name?”
“My name’s Christian. My Daddy worked for you. I want to be in the Mickey club too!”
Energetically the Mouse responds, “I remember him. Are you having fun?”
Christian nods his head. “I wish Daddy weren’t sick!”
Mickey gives him a hug. “Hopefully the Magic Kingdom will make him better. A long time ago, a friendly witch enchanted this place, after a noble prince completed a difficult task. The spell is to grant those that have been good with a chance to have or do something to make their life better.”
“I’ll be a good boy!”
Mickey gently rubs Christian’s back, “I think you are good boy. I have to go meet other girls and boys. How about you come to eat breakfast with me tomorrow, if you’re Mommy and Daddy doesn’t mind?”
Justin and Lindsey say it’s ok. Lindsey will bring him, because Justin requires extra sleep. She’ll take the twins with her.
They all go to bed early. The twins sleep in cribs, while Justin, Lindsey and Christian sleep on the big bed.
Christian awakes the next morning, He says quietly,” Mommy.”
She rubs her eyes, “What’s the matter?”
“We have breakfast with Mickey, Mommy.”
“You’re right, Sweetie. Let’s be quiet, so Daddy won’t wake up.”
He helps her get the twins ready. The twins look adorable in their Mickey ears. Laura is wearing a Minnie Mouse dress, while Joshua has on a cute pair of Mickey Mouse overalls, and baby blue tee, with Mickey in the middle.
The curly haired five years old is dressed in the New Mickey Mouse Club tee shirt from the Mickey Mouse Club, blue jeans and blue and white sneakers. He’s proud to be wearing his dad’s shirt, even though it’s big on him.
The twins’ wave bye, as their mom wheels them out of the room.
Christian holds onto the stroller. He looks back at his dad, before gently closing the door.

He loves every minute of breakfast with Mickey, but tells Mickey he wishes his Daddy is there with him. Tears stream down his face.
His younger siblings feel that something is wrong. The twins look at each other, and then at their half brother Christian. They try to sing, though they’re not quite old enough. They know when Daddy sings to him it makes him happy, so they try. They don’t understand why it doesn’t help, much. Mickey and his mom comfort him.

Mickey takes over, so Lindsey can care for the twins. He gets him to calm down, and clears him of his tears.
Christian sees someone in the distance……………………………………………..

Chp. 4

The figure comes into closer view. It gets up from a sitting position. Christian thinks he knows who it is, as more details come into his view.
Christian’s smile returns. “Daddy, you’re here!”
Justin grins tiredly, “I wouldn’t miss this Buddy. I’m sorry I had to sleep extra.”
Lindsey rushes over to Justin, and touches his head, seeing if he’s feverish. It’s hard for her to tell, since it’s hot. She’s concerned because he’s pale, and tired than usual.
“Its okay, Daddy, I just missed you. Can I go to see the doctor, later with you?”
“You can come, but you can’t be in the special room during the first treatment. You’ll see me afterward.”
Innocently he asks, “Does the treatment hurt?”
Justin answers Christian’s question, “Both things are painless. Painless means they don’t hurt. It’s like putting a band aide on a cut. It causes you no hurt.”
“Why do you need pain stuff, Daddy?”
“After the treatments done it makes me sick. It’s like when you eat lots of candy. It doesn’t make you sick to your belly at first, but later it causes your tummy to be upset.”
“Daddy when will you be better? My tummy only hurt a few hours.”

“I have a chronic illness. A chronic illness can last for several weeks, months or years. Your illness wasn’t long lasting. You had a viral infection. My disease you can’t catch.
“How did I catch it?”
“You catch it from someone who has the germ. Germs are very small, and we can’t see them. The cells in my body created the disease, by multiplying.
“What are cells?”

“Cells are kind of like germs, but good. We have white and red blood cells. The white ones try to fight off the germs.”
“Gosh, that’s a lot for a mouse to take in. I’m not used to that here in Toon Town. Toons don’t get sick, Christian, here. It’s always happy. Hopefully things will be better!”
“Mickey you told me that. How long is it?”
Mickey sighs,” It’s different for everybody, Christian. Let’s try not to worry about that. I bet your brother and sister want to eat, breakfast.”
The youngster giggles at Mickey’s jokes, and antics. Mickey manages to get the boy’s mind off of his father’s illness, and be a child, for a bit. Mickey gives the child a balloon, and his autograph. Christian asks if he can have his picture taken with Mickey, along side his twin siblings, Mickey agrees.

The twins sit on Mickey’s lap, while Christian stands next to Mickey, looking over Joshua, with one hand around Mickey, and the other around Joshua. His father sits on the other side, and his mom gets on her knees and places her arm behind Justin and Mickey’s head. Justin relaxes in the wheelchair. It saves a lot of his energy. He has good time with his family, and thanks God for giving him this opportunity.

Justin arrives at the hospital. He gets dressed in a hospital gown. He’s asked to lie down on a black colored table. He doesn’t get too rest much on the table, but will for his other treatment.

They place him in a hospital bed, and bring him to a different floor. The room is quiet, so Justin can sleep. Everyone agrees that sleep is best for him.
Christian waits for his dad to open his eyes. It’s upsetting to him to see his father sick, and not able to understand why. He wants to hug him, but can’t until Justin’s awake. He’s able to hold his dad’s hand.

Justin grasps his son’s hand, weakly. He barely opens his eyes, just long enough to make contact. He’s groggy from the pain medicine, and acts confused.

The doctor on call speaks with Justin’s wife, about a new type of treatment.

He explains, “Justin will stay in the hospital for a month. This procedure removes the tumor, and kills those cells, so it’s less likely it’ll come back. The unfortunate thing is he must be carefully watched for infection, and kept in an environment where he won’t be exposed to germs. He’ll be on antibiotics to help with infections. We should start noticing a difference two weeks into it.”
“I’ll have to talk it over with my husband and our son.”
Lindsey hears Christian crying, and rushes into the room.

Chapter 5

Lindsey quickly opens the door. Christian’s on the bed, and has his head buried in his father’s chest.
Justin glances at Lindsey, as he attempts to soothe his son. In a hush voice, Justin begs his wife, “Please don’t take him, away. I realize I require relaxation, but having him with me puts me at ease. Tonight I want to have a romantic dinner, for just me, and you.”
“Justin, I won’t take him. I understand that Christian and you have a special bond. It will be nice to spend some time with just you. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Where are the twins?”
Christian lifts his head up, “Uncle Joey has the twins.”
“Do you want to see them, dear?”
“I’d like to see them. I apologize for not being able to be there for you and them, as much as I’d like to be.”
Lindsey sticks her hand over his arm. “It’s not your fault. When you’re feeling better, I want to discus with you about a new treatment that may cure the sickness. I’ll call Joey and have him bring over the twins. “
Justin’s eyelids shut. He goes into a deep slumber. He appears at peace, with his son near by.
Christian’s sound asleep from being emotionally drained. His mom turns his reddish face, so he won’t suffocate in the blankets. The child mumbles like his father has been known to when he sleeps.

Lindsey picks up her limp son, from his dad’s bed.
Justin awakes. He’s up to going to Disney. He slowly moves from a sitting position to standing position.

He sits down in his wheelchair. Lindsey places Christian gently in Justin’s arms. Justin holds him securely, so he won’t fall on the ground. Teardrops stream from his tender face. ”Why does this child have to endure this pain?”
His wife peers down at him, “I don’t know. It’s not good for him to be like this. It’s going to make him ill. He’s already hurting inside. He barely six, Christian shouldn’t be worrying.”
Justin runs his hands through his son’s curls.
“Hi Daddy, I love you.”
“I love you too! Did you have a good nap?”
Christian nods his head. “Everything’s great when I have Daddy. Daddy you have an angel.”
“I think you’re my angel, and Laura and Joshua!”
Christian’s eyes widen, “No Daddy, I saw a real one!”
He asks intently, “Tell me about the angel.”
“She’s pretty all in white. She says words not loud. She says Daddy will be okay.” He hugs Justin tightly.”
“I bet she’s right. Mommy and I are going to leave you and your siblings with Lance tonight, for a little while. We’re going to have a romantic evening, is that ok?”
“That’s okay. I love Lance. Lance is funny.”
“Lance’s daughter Madelyn is going to be here. Do you like her?”
“Girls are icky Daddy. I play to be nice.”
“Well that’s good that you play nicely. I want you on your best behavior. Try to help Lance with the twins, as much as you can.”
“I will Daddy.”
Justin dresses in a light blue button down denim short sleeve shirt, and a pair of off white kaki shorts, with white socks, and a pair of black dress up shoes,
Lindsey is in a colorful sundress, with a pair of pealed colored sandals. Her hair is braided.
They kiss the children goodbye, and head out to the restaurant.
Lance stares at Christian, “You’ve grown, since I last saw you. This is my daughter Madelyn. She’s around your age.”
The two children keep a distance from another, at first. They don’t even want to sit together on the same ride.
Lance has an idea. “How about you two go on the Dumbo ride together?”
The two agree, but with uncertainty in their faces. He makes sure they’re buckled in, before leaving them.
“My daddy says I have to be good to girls.”
“My daddy says I have to be good to boys.”
She smirks, “Every get into trouble?”
“I have to be good or my Daddy will be sicker.” He frowns. “You like being bad?”
“I don’t like being in trouble. Hey, you’re cute!”
Christian sighs, “I want Daddy and Mommy.”
“You can’t have them. This rides fun!”
“I don’t like it. I want it over.”
“Look at Mickey!”
Christian waves to Mickey, though Mickey can’t see him. He shouts, “Hey Mickey.” Mickey waves to him.
The two begin to get along after this. She holds his hand after the ride, and kisses him.
Christian doesn’t know how to react.
Lance grins, “Looks like you just got your fist kiss.”
Christian blushes, “Girls are icky. I’m sorry I call her icky!”
“I’m not mad at you.”
“When will Mommy and Daddy be back?”
“They’ll be back when it’s dark.”
“What are they doing?”
“They’re eating and talking.”
Christian’s quiet the rest of the night, even when Lance does funny things. He’s happy to be back with his parents, later that night. The twins are in the stroller. Christian is in his father’s arms, almost asleep. He waves goodbye to Madelyn.
She blows him a kiss.

Chp. 6

Justin and Lindsey talk with Christian next the morning. They explain to him, Justin, his father, may have surgery to remove his tumor. He’ll have to stay in the hospital for a month. He won’t be able to hold him for at least a week, because of germs.
Justin sniffles, “Grandma will take care of you, if I go through with this. You have to go to school, and learn.”
“I don’t want too! I want to be with you, Daddy!”
“I know you do, and I want nothing more than to be with you. Do you think I should go through with this?”
“I don’t know.”
“This may make me all better.”
“Mickey said you’d get well.”
“This might do it, but you have to be strong, and help me through it.”
“I’m a big boy. I’ll do it, Daddy.”
“You’ll have to assist Granny and Grandpa with Joshua and Laura.”
“I will, Daddy!”
They’re going to arrange it so Justin won’t have to spend a month in Florida. They’ll transport him to the Memphis hospital, when he’s stable enough.
Justin spends the remainder of the vacation doing as much as he can, with his family. They go boating, play golf, visit Blizzard Beach one of the water parks, and explore Epcot.
Christian likes Epcot. He likes all the rides they have, and seeing how different cultures dress. His dad buys him a pretend passport. Every country he goes to he asks them to sign it. He wears the International Mickey pin that comes with it.
They return home to Millington, Tennessee. Melancholy surrounds the entire family, as they prepare for the months ahead. Two weeks later Justin and Lindsey will be going back to Orlando. Each day passes by before they know it. Every minute the family’s together.
Christian hides his head in his grandma’s shirt, for a moment. He turns in his father’s direction. Tears slide down his precious face, “Bye Daddy.” He runs into Justin’s arms.
Justin picks up the bleary-eyed boy, and rubs his back softly. “You’ll have fun with your grandparents. I’m sorry I have to be away.”
Laura and Joshua toddle over to him, far too young to know what’s going on.
Christian kisses his mom. “Mommy I love you.”
Lindsey wipes away the child’s tears, “We’ll see you guys later, Sweetheart. I promise I‘ll call every night.”

Justin asks that no one bother them, unless there is an emergency. The man at the desk respects his request. Fans are everywhere and want a piece of Justin. He appreciates their undying support, and tells them so. He explains,” Thanks for the cards and well wishes. I am honored that my fans not only enjoy my music, but are concerned about my well-being. It brings me joy in a time when obstacles come to me and the ones I cherish, most. I hope that al goes well, and I’ll be home soon, with my family. Please don’t come to my hotel expecting me to sign an autograph or have your picture taken with me. I am here for treatment. I promise to sign for you all when I return to work. I’m sorry you may have come all this way. I won’t say I don’t owe anything to my fans, because that is untrue. You did get me where I am, and I thank you for that. I have a life outside of my career, and need time to myself, and with my family.”
Justin knows his mom will take care of them, making him less uneasy. He leans his head on his wife’s shoulder, at the hotel. He faces her with tears in his baby blue eyes. His hands tremble as he sets them on her waist. His heart races, as his lips touch hers tenderly.
She sighs heavily, as tears fall off her cheeks. Lindsey rocks him back and forth. She doesn’t want the night to end, because tomorrow he’ll be admitted to the hospital.
She lies on the bed with him, watching him closely. She calls home to speak to Christian, and the two younger children.
The boy is hysterical, and she wishes she could comfort him. She can’t wait to go back home, to be with them, but knows Justin is in great need of loving support, right now. She all most doesn’t want them to talk, because it’s hard on them being apart.
Christian chats with his dad for about an hour. He tells him about school, what silly antics Joshua and Laura are up to, and that he’s taking good care of Dasher, his Dalmatian.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Buddy, when I’m at the hospital.”
“Okay bye Daddy.”

The next day, Justin and Lindsey walk upon the shoreline, before heading to the hospital. They place a blanket on the white sand. This is Justin’s idea. Justin may be quite ill but it doesn’t stop him for scheming things.
“Why do you have that CD player Justin?”
He pops in a CD. “I just wanted one more special moment together.”
“Justin you didn’t have to do this. You should be relaxing.”
“I should be, but life is short, and I think we deserve to have some fun. Life shouldn’t be this complicated. I count my blessings though, I comprehend our lives could be a lot worse.”

Chapter 7

Justin glances around his hospital room. The room is white. He watches people pass by from his hospital bed. He’s apprehensive about the operation. Justin doesn’t know what to expect.
His wife is by his side. She calls home to check up on Christian and the twins. They’re all doing fine. She hands over the phone to Justin so Christian can talk to him.
“Hey there, Christian, how are you?”
“I’m sad. I miss you!
“I miss you too. How’s Dasher?”
“Dasher’s good. Grandma took me and him for a walk.”
“That’s good.”
“Daddy, when will they make you sleepy?”
“The doctor will make me sleepy, latter.”
“How they make you sleepy?”
“The doctor gives me medicine through an IV, and then I breathe into a plastic mask.”
“Daddy is the mask for Halloween?”
“This mask is only for hospitals to use. It puts me to sleep, so I won’t feel anything.”
“When will you be home?”
“I’ll be home in a few weeks. I’m going to have to rest, a lot.”
“I know you need naps.”
Justin sighs, and lifts up his shirt.
“Are you okay, Daddy?”
“The doctor’s pressing on my stomach, and it hurts, a bit.”
“I want to kiss it, and make it better.”
“It’ll be alright. How are Laura and Joshua?”
“Laura dumps her blocks all over. I pick up them. Joshua does it too. Grandma says I did that too! Did I do it, Daddy?”
Justin smiles, “When you were that age you did do that. It’s not bad.”
Justin’s mom says, “Christian it’s time to go to school.”
Justin sighs, “I guess we have to say goodbye, for now.”
Christian begins to cry, “No Daddy!”
“I’m really sorry, but we have too.”
Justin’s mom picks up the phone, “He’ll be alright. I don’t want you worrying about him. I’ll see you when you return to Memphis, Baby. You’re always in my prayers.”
“Thanks Mom, I’ll be thinking of you.”
“I’m going to let you go you seem tired. You should get rest before your operation. I’ll speak to Lindsey, later, about your progress.”
Justin hears his son’s and daughter in the background. They say in unison “Bye Daddy.”
“Bye guys, I love you!”

Chp. 8

Justin’s tired from his pain medication. A nurse puts up the bed rails, as he drifts to sleep. Justin turns to the side and reaches out his hand. He mouths, “Christian.”
The nurse quietly asks Lindsey, “whose Christian?”
“Christian’s my step son. The two are usually never apart.”
The nurse snaps, “We’ll be taking him, shortly.”
Justin awakes,” What’s going on?”
The nurse stares at him for a second, “Nothing’s going on. We’ll be taking you soon.”
“Lindsey, where am I going?”
“You’re going to have your surgery.”
“You’re *NSYNC aren’t you?”
“Where’s the sink?”
She laughs, “He’s quite out of it. This is fun.”
Lindsey wants to smack her, “Don’t fool with him, it’s not right. What has he done to you?”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Just do your job. My husband’s extremely ill and needs to get well. He has three children at home, one of which is in tears.”
“I don’t care. He’s a millionaire, and probably could careless about that crying kid. He has everything, and can get what he wants. He’s had it good for too long, now it’s time for him to cry.”
“He can’t have everything he wants; if he could, he wouldn’t be here. I’ve never seen a man more dedicated to his family. He’s sacrificed so much for us. The minute he got his son back, touring was cut out for the most part. H couldn’t stand being away from that child.”
Lindsey would love to take him out of the hospital, but she doesn’t want to cause him harm. Lindsey turns in his direction. She rushes over to Justin. “Give him oxygen. Don’t you see he can’t breathe? He can’t go under like this. His oxygen level is dangerously low.”
Lindsey grabs Justin hand, and feels a low heart rate. It’s becoming fainter. She begins to pray.

Tears fill her eyes, as medical people burst into the room. She complains to the staff about the nurse’s rude behavior, and it almost cost her husband his life. She hopes the crude woman will get fired, as she watches them work on him,
They get him stable, after several seconds. They’ve placed him on an in abated, to assist with breathing.

Justin’s heavily medicated, as they perform surgery. They manage to remove the tumor and cells around it. They start him on antibiotics, and move him to a room, where he won’t be exposed to large amounts of germs.
Lindsey notices, after a few days, he has better color, than before.
Justin finally opens his eyes, only briefly. It’s been a long three days. The doctors have removed the breathing tube.
On the forth day, Justin’s alert, and wants to speak to Christian. The doctor allows him to, under the condition that it be short. Justin agrees.
“Daddy, why couldn’t you talk?”
“I had a tube in, and was sleeping.”
Justin explains to him that something unexpected happened, and that caused him problems. “I’m really tired, Christian. Can we talk again tomorrow?”
You go take your nap, Daddy. I’ll be here when you awake.”
Justin drowsily replies, “Thanks. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up the phone, closing his eyes. “Bye Christian.”
Lindsey stays close bye, Justin. She goes back and forth between the hotel and the hospital. The phone rings. It’s Justin’s mom.
“You sound upset, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Christian.”
“Where is he? Is he alright?”
“Jake took him.”

Chapter 9

“Is he alright?”
“He was out in the yard playing with his dog. We were keeping a close eye on him. All of a sudden, a car pulled up. A tall, bulk man stepped out of his blue pick up truck. He appeared very rugged, unshaved, and dirty from head to toe. He walked across the lawn. I asked him what is purpose was to be on our property. He made no comment and continued walking towards Christian, who was teaching Dasher a trick, his grandfather showed him. Christian stepped further back from him, after getting a glimpse of him. Christian came running to me, but he kept came closer. The youngster hid behind me, until he realized Dasher was still within reaching distance of Jake. Jake snatched the dog. Christian immediately begins to cry. He rushes to Dasher, though I try to stop him, and Jake grabs him by the arm. I couldn’t keep up with Christian he was too fast. I ran inside and called the police, but they haven’t located him, yet.”
“This is terrible. Where are the other two?”
“The twins have been inside all day.”
“How can I tell Justin his son’s been kidnapped?
“I haven’t the slightest idea how to tell him. Justin will be absolutely crushed. As you know, Christian is his world. I don’t think we should tell him. He’s not well enough. How’s he doing?”
“One minute he knows what’s going on and the next he doesn’t remember. The doctor says it’s the high doses of pain medication, combined with the medicine they used while he was on the incubator. He has a lot more color. Justin’s sleeping less. He is making minor improvements. The doctor tells me they can transport him hopefully next week, to Memphis. I ought to be going back to the hospital calling if you hear anything, about our son.”
“I will.”
Back in Memphis, a five-year-old screams loudly! He hits and kicks Jake.
”I’ll kill that dog boy, if you don’t mind me, and you’ll be next!”
He pouts, “You’re not my Daddy.”
In the small filthy apartment building, Jake shoves Christian into a white wall. The boy sobs, as he hears his dog yelp. Christian sees that the window is broken. “I’m sorry Jake.”
“Well that’s more like it. Here’s a blanket it gets cold at night.” Jake leaves the boy alone, with his dog. Christian waits until its dark, and manages to get himself, and his dog outside. He can barely see because it’s so dark. He has no idea where he is, at first. He hides behind objects, so people won’t see him. He recalls the games he played with Jake when he was two.
Christian goal is to find a telephone to get in touch with his grandparents, and keep a watch out for Jake. He’s tired, cold, and sore form getting pushed into the wall. The side of his face is bruised.
“Dasher protects me, from Jake. I’m sleepy.” He lies against his dog, who gives him warmth, and drifts off to sleep

Chapter 10

Lindsey arrives at the hospital, and goes up to the floor her husband’s on. She goes down the long hallway, after getting off the elevator. She passes the nurses, and goes to check on Justin.
Justin’s still unable to have people go in his room, unless they have masks on, and are sterilized. He sees people from the glass window, when he’s awake. He’s not alert, because they just gave him medicine. He waves to Lindsey. “I have to go see our babies, in the nursery.”
The nurse smiles, “You’ll see them, later. Can you take some nice deep breaths in and out? That’s it. Who do you see through the window?”
“I see Lindsey. She’s pretty. She should be with the twins. When are we going, is it to see Joshua and Laura? I really want to see them.”
“You’ll see them, but not now. You’re going to have a scan. We’re going to give you good air through this mask, so you don’t get germs.”

The staff brings Justin for his scan. He’s sound asleep, before they get him, there. He’s out all through the entire test, and the night.

Lindsey talks with the doctor the next morning. “Is he stable, enough to go back to Tennessee?”
“He’s getting there. He’s a fighter. Justin’s almost able to go into a regular room.”
“I need to tell him something about our son, Christian. He was kidnapped.”
“It’d be best to not tell him, anything. It could affect his outcome.” He turns to his side, peering around after he hears a noise. “I’m sorry he was taken, and I hope for your sake he’s found, and safe.”

Justin glances at one of his nurses, groggily. “Can I use the phone?”
“Who are you going to call?”
“I want to talk to Christian.”
“Christian’s not there, Justin.”
“He must be at school.”
“No he’s not at school.”
“He’s with dad.”
“No, he’s been taken. Stop, he’s not with family!”
“Why isn’t he?”
“Someone took him.”
Justin doesn’t understand. He just desires to chat with his little boy. “I have to find him.” He attempts sitting up, but can’t balance himself. “I move too much and feel like waves are trying to knock me over.”
The nurse loves every moment of it.
Unlike last time, Justin isn’t having it. He hits the help button, near his bed, which alerts the doctor. His nurse exits, and is out of sight before his doctor arrives.
The doctor isn’t pleased that the nurse told Justin about his son missing. He fires her, apologizing for the incident that occurred before. She’s not allowed anywhere near him. Criminal charges are filed against her.
Justin has a tube in his nose that sends him oxygen. He doesn’t like the tube, and grabs at it. The doctor relaxes Justin’s muscles.

The medication impairs his thinking. Justin’s getting worse. The doctor corrects the problem, which was caused by giving Justin the wrong medicine. Only one person could be to blame. Justin’s breathing without help, sleeping, peacefully.
Lindsey’s allowed to be with him, finally. She touches his face, soothingly. Justin reminds her of Christian. She prays that Christian will be back, safe soon

Chapter 11

Christian opens his eyes. “Mommy, Daddy I want you!”
Dasher licks his cheek affectionately.
“I love you Dasher. We have to get back to Granny. I hope she’s not mad.” He brushes off the dirt, as he stands up. His clothes are muddy from the damp ground. Christian’s chilly from the wet surface. His chin, entire arm, and from the chest down hurt from the blow. The boy’s hands are scratched from the broken glass. Dasher has minor cuts, as well. Like his father, he doesn’t complain about his pains, until they become severe.
Dasher leads the way. His nose stays close to the ground, as if he’s on a trail. The dog stops, looking up at the lost child. He sticks his head down and goes on his way.
Christian has no concept of where they’ll end up. He’s not good with landmarks, yet. He recognizes only a few places.
Christian stops at a general store. He acts like most kids do in a store, when they want something; ask someone if they can have it.
The storeowner gives him a glare, “No money no candy!”
Christian reaches into his jeans. He searches for any coins he may have, and puts them up on the counter.”
“I’m sorry this isn’t enough. Where are your parents?”
“They’re in Florida.”
“I guess you’re out of luck.”
The man stares at the boy, looking over his clothing, and facial expressions. “You’re Timberlake’s boy. Here you go take the candy. I don’t want to offend your father.”
“Thank you.” Christian leaves the penny and nickel on the counter. He exits the store with his candy bar. “I don’t eat candy in the morning.” He opens up the gooey Carmel candy bar. Chocolate covers his face and fingers. “I’m sticky, icky.” He rinses his hands off in a near by fountain, and his mouth. His clothes soak up the water, from him missing his lips. He finds an unoccupied children’s rocking chair and sits down, in it, with Dasher! “I reckon Jakes out there.”
Christian sees Jake from a distance. Jake is on Christian’s heals. Christian takes off with Dasher, through the narrow street.
Jake says from his vehicle, “I’ll get you boy, and your dog.”
He runs out into the street, just as a car is coming.
“No get back here. He watches as a passing car swerves in front of the boy, and his dog. Christian falls. The dog knows Jake is dangerous, so he pulls the boy out of further harm. He drags Christian towards the sidewalk. Dasher lay next to Christian to keep him warm, until someone gets there.
Jake runs out of his car into the roadway, frantically, acting like he cares.
Dasher becomes protective of the boy and growls, as Jake gets closer.
A person on the street recognizes him, and says, “Get away from that boy.” She contacts the police, but they don’t arrive in time.
The woman’s main concern is the frightened child. He isn’t moving, as she stays with him on the road.
The EMT’s take him to the hospital. They’re worried about him having internal injuries. They finally get him to talk, a little.
The woman doctor talks to him softly. She remembers him from when his father was admitted. She gives him pain medicine for his arm, and chest. The medicine helps keep him still. She gently rocks him in a rocking chair, as a nurse calls the boy’s home.
“Grandma’s coming, Christian.”
“Where’s Daddy?”
“He’ll be coming to the hospital, in a few days. You’ll be out by then.”
Christian’s grandmother comes to be with him. She takes the place of the doctor in the rocking chair. The doctor gives her a heated blanket to cover him with. “Thank you. When can I take him home?”
“We’d like him to stay over night, just for observation. Have you contacted his parents?”
“I’ve talked with his mom, who is worried about him. His father isn’t capable of knowing what’s going on, at this point.” Christian falls asleep in his grandmother’s arms.
While the boy sleeps, his grandfather takes Dasher home.
She places her grandson in his hospital bed, so he can sleep, better.
Christian’s up playing with toys by evening. He’s a lot more talkative, than earlier. Aside from bruises and a few small cuts, he seems to be fine. He doesn’t complain about his pains, but limits his activities because of it.
The doctor recommends giving him the children’s pain medication, to assist with getting him to sleep.
His grandmother rocks him in the rocking chair.
Christian peers into her eyes, “Granny I miss Daddy. I want to hear Daddy.”
His grandmother sighs, “How about one of Daddy’s song?”
Christian smiles sleepily, “Cry.”
She calls up her husband, and has him play “Cry” for Christian.
As Christian falls asleep he states, “I love you Daddy.”
Back in Florida, Justin’s eyes open. He turns to his wife, who’s been crying. “Where’s Christian, and where am I?”

Chp. 12

Lindsey wipes the tears away from her eyes. “Christian’s in the Memphis Hospital. He almost was hit by a car, trying to escape Jake. He should be fine, aside from a few not threatening injuries. He’s more traumatized, than anything.”
“I should be with him.”
“Justin, your mom is taking good care of him. You require rest. You’ll be seeing him in a few days.”
“I’m in Memphis, now.”
“Sweetheart, you’re in Florida. We flew here for your operation.”
“Did we fly like the birds?”
“No we didn’t. We did have wings, though.”
“Only angels have wings. They’re pretty like you.”
She blushes, “Thanks Sweetheart. Have you seen any angels, lately?”
He points to up in the sky. “She’s looking over me.”
“I’m glad your little sister is watching over you. Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”
Justin shakes his head. “Did I already have my surgery?”
“You had your operation, five days ago. Your stomach is healing.”
“I’m sorry my memory’s fuzzy.”
“Its ok, Justin. You can’t help it.”
“You don’t deserve this pain. I love you, Lindsey.” Justin closes his eyes.

A cheerful little boy sits up in his hospital bed. “Granny, can I go home?”
“Later you can go home, Christian.”
“I miss Laura and Joshua, but mostly Daddy.”
“I know you do, Baby. Are you still afraid of Jake?”
“No, he can’t hurt me anymore.”
“Are you sure you’re not scared?”
“He’s with Mommy.”
“Your Mommy’s in Florida, Darling.”
“No he’s not with my new Mommy.”
“That’s a nice place to be.”
“God must be mad. Jake was bad, Granny.”
“He might be, but God is forgiving.”
“Why does he forgive?”
“Everyone makes mistakes. We don’t know why Jake did what he did. Only god knows.”
“Why does God want bad people?”
“I don’t think he wants bad people, Christian. God would probably love to see a peaceful world, but all humans have faults. It’s difficult to get along with everyone and except them for who they are.”
“Can we call Daddy? He’s good!”
“It’s a bit early. Let’s wait, ok?”
“Okay Grandma, just as long as I hear Daddy.”

Chapter 13

Justin’s ready for his ride home. His wife can’t go with him, which is upsetting to him. He has a mask on his face, so he’ll on be exposed to good air. Justin’s covered with heated blankets to keep him warm.
“Bye Lindsey.”
“Bye Justin, I’ll see you in Memphis. You have a good ride.”
The nurse staff helps board Justin onto the plane, making sure he’s comfortable.
Justin sleeps most of the ride.

He’s awakened by the sound of voices in his hospital room. He gags on the tube running from his nose to the back of his throat into his stomach.

His doctor gently pats his hand, “This tube is going to assist you with eating over the next few days.”

Christian stands next to his father’s bedside, gazing into his eyes. “Hi Daddy, I missed you.”
Justin grins, “I love you too!”
“Daddy is sleeping, Mommy!”
“He’s gong to need, a lot of sleep.”

Two weeks later, Justin sits in a wheelchair. He’s slowly becoming stronger. He spends a lot of time, working on his music, and showing Christian how to play, better.
“Daddy I made a new song for you.”
“What’s it called?”
“It’s called” Keys.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
Justin listens to the soft ballad sounding music. It reminds him of his heart-felt song, “Never Again.” It’s a moving piece, from such a young boy. He wipes away the tears. “That is beautiful.”
“Thanks Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. How long have you been working on it?”
“I worked a long time.”
“You’re very talented.”
The phone rings, “I Mr. Timberlake there?”
“This is Mr. Timberlake. What can I do for you?”

Chp. 14.

“Mr. Timberlake we want you to come down to the hospital. We need you to confirm that the man we have Jake Underwood, the one that was after your son.”
“Is he in custody, now?”
“The man we have is dead, Mr. Timberlake. He was just brought to the morgue. He has no identification, but fits the woman’s description, that was with your son, at the time of the criminals vanishing act.”
“How did he die?”
“He passed away in an automobile crash. A friend of his, who won’t tell us his name says he over drank, and got behind the wheel. He hit another car, before going into a tree.”
“How is the other family doing?”
“The youngest rider Ritchie has been hospitalized. I can’t give you many details, due to laws. The mother and father are with their son.”
Lindsey, I have to get to the hospital. I’ll explain everything when I get home.”
“Good luck Justin.”
Justin kisses Lindsey, and wheels himself out of the house to his car. He stands up carefully, and opens the car door.

Chapter 15

He arrives at the hospital and goes down to the morgue. Chills run down his spine. He wheels himself up to the desk. “I’m here to see if I recognize a man they brought here, only a few hours, ago.”
“Come with Me Mr. Timberlake.”
Justin follows him into a large, cool room, with several bodies covered with blankets. His heart aches for all the families that have lost a loved one. He hears a slight whimper, as he turns his wheelchair toward a large surface that’s off the ground. A woman in her fifties is bent down beside the body.
Justin wheels up beside her.
The man pulls the white sheet up. “Is this the man?”
Justin sighs heavily, “Yes. Can we cover him?”
The man places the blanket back over Jake’s head. Justin gently places his hand on the woman’s shoulder.
The mourner sniffles looking up at him. “You must be Justin. I’m Jake’s mom.”
“I’m deeply sorry for your loss, Miss, though he caused my family great pain.”
“It wasn’t your fault, and you shouldn’t be sorry. Jake was an alcoholic, and wouldn’t get help, no matter how many times we told him to. He’s been tried accounts of abusing woman, and children. As a mother, I’m angry that it couldn’t have been a different scenario. He lied to me have chance he had. I never knew the innocent people he did harm to. He took off one day, without a trace. He never was caught up until, now. I am deeply saddened that I’ve lost my only son, despite what he has done.”
“No one wins in this situation. At least my son feels safe, not. I’m unsure of the damage that was caused mentally to him. If you need any support I’ll be glad to talk with you.”
Justin stays with her for quite some time. The two cry together about their losses, and hope for a more prosperous future.

He returns home and explains to Lindsey what has happened.
Lindsey rubs his back. “It’s all over, now. That’s the main part, and Christian’s safe.”
A smile comes to his face, as Christian enters the room. Justin rests his head on the padding. He opens up his arms, to give his son a hug. He gets out of the wheelchair and walks carefully to his bed. Lindsey props his head on top of some fluffy pillows. She sticks the twins up there with him for their nap.
Christian sits off to the side in a chair.
“Don’t you want to be up here, Buddy?”
“I love you Daddy. The twins need Daddy time!”
“If you want you can join!”
“No thanks, Daddy. I just watch.”
“I guess you’re growing up, not wanting to be with me all the time.”
Christian climbs up on to the bed, “No way! I’m a big boy, but I love Daddy, all the time!”
The twins laugh at their big brother.
Justin allows Christian to hold Joshua, while he takes after Laura. Christian enjoyed being the big brother. He watches his younger brother fall asleep, in his arms!

“I never would’ve expected it to end this way. The trails and tribulations we’ve faced over the past year. It’s been an incredible journey, another chapter to put to rest. My condolences go out to all the people that were affected by Jake’s wrong doings. I keep them in my prayers. I pray for his mother, as well. I can’t even fathom losing the child you raised.”
“This disease has been devastating on many levels. I am thankful that I am on the road to recovery. I am grateful that I’ve had the love and support of family, and friends.”
Christian closes his father’s journal. He is now 13 years old. Eight years have passed by. Christian is home schooled, now. It’s best for him, because of music career. He hasn’t reached his father’s status, but has the potential too. He gives with all his heart, no matter what he does! His solo album is out, and people love it. His parents won’t let him tour much, because of his tender age. He doesn’t seem to mind. He’s young, and unsure if being a performer most of his life is what he wants to do. He loves most aspects of the business, aside from the financial stuff.
Joshua runs into the room, “Watchya doin, Bro?”
“Shh……be quiet, Dad’s sleeping.”
“What’s that book?”
“It’s Dad’s journal. He writes entrees a few times a week. He’s been doing it since I was five.”
“Does Daddy mention heaven?”
“He talks about heaven briefly.”
“Writing’s boring. Why doesn’t Daddy skateboard, instead?”
“Josh, skateboarding is dangerous. Writing helps Dad get out his feelings.”
“Skate boarding’s exciting.”
Christian crosses his hands in front of his chest, “Never mind.”
“You’re no fun. I’m going to watch my skateboarding tapes.”
Christian sits patiently in the chair, looking over music books, while his father sleeps. He pays close attention to where the notes are on the keyboard, and the amount of beats for each measure.
His father is exhausted from the musical tour that just ended.
Christian’s concerned it’s too much for him to handle. He tries his hardest to make his return not stressful, by keeping his siblings content and avoiding arguments with them.
Laura enters the room. Her blue eyes sparkle, as she twirls her golden curls. She makes her way to Christian, who’s heavily into his music books, and lap top computer. “Is Daddy still sleeping?”
“Yes, Dad’s asleep. We have to be quiet.”
“Where’s Mommy?”
“She’s at work.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m working on my music.”
“I love music!”
“I do too. It’s fun!’
“Daddy needs to get up!”
“He will.”
She hugs Christian, “You’re the best big brother, ever.”
“Thanks, and you’re the best little sister, I know.”
Justin opens his eyes. “I’m up now, Baby Girl.”

Christian waits for Laura to have time with dad. She’s younger and doesn’t understand, as much as he does. Christian feels bad that his sister doesn’t get as much time with their father, because she’s not at a good age to travel. He recalls when he was that age he only got to go on holidays, because of school.
“What’s wrong, Christian?”
You work too hard!”
“I’ll be ok. Don’t worry, so much.”
“I love you. I don’t want to see you sick, again!”
“I’m being careful about that. I appreciate your love, and support.”
“Dad, can I get you anything?”
“I’m fine. Who’s that song about?”
Christian stutters, “It’s about…”
Joshua, shouts, “It’s about her!” He was standing next to the door, ease dropping.
Justin scolds him, “Josh that wasn’t nice. Let Christian tell me himself.”
“Dad, he’s annoying. He doesn’t understand why music’s so great.”
“He’s young, and though music’s wonderful for us, other activities are better for him. Let him explore, like Mom and me have with you. What’s your song about?”
“I’m not saying with him here. He’ll tell the whole world.”
“Josh, go do your schoolwork. Your brother and I have to talk.” Josh dashes out of the room.
“You don’t have to tell me who it’s about if you don’t want too.”
“I’ll tell you everything, Dad. I…...”

Lindsey walks into the room. She kisses Justin on the cheek, then Christian. She can tell Christian’s upset. She winks at the teen, and leaves him with his father.
“Tell me before there’s anymore distractions.”
“I have a girl I like.”
“That’s great. How old is she?”
“She’s my age.”
“What’s her name?”
“Destiny,” he blushes.
“That’s a very pretty name.”
“She’s gorgeous, Dad. She has beauty inside and out. We’ve been hanging out since the beginning of the school year. She thinks it’s cool I home school. She loves playing basketball, just like me.”
“I guess you’re past the girls are icky.”
“I don’t know why I said that.”
“You were young. You’ll change your mind lots of times, as you grow up.”
Christian realizes his father’s right, though he doesn’t want to admit it. “Dad, I think you’re sick.”
Justin yawns, “I’m alright, and I just require rest.” Christian exits.
Justin looks over his journal and writes a bit. He closes his eyes.

Chp. 16

One month later, Christian holds his father’s hand, as he peers into Christian’s eyes groggy. “How’d the test go?”
“It wasn’t bad, from what I remember.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m tired, like I just ran a marathon Where’s Joshua and Laura?”
“Josh is sitting at home playing video games. Mom didn’t want him coming because he is sneezing. Laura’s with mom in the gift shop.”
“That’s good. Laura’s my angel.”
“Dad, she’s your daughter.”
Lindsey overhears the conversation, and explains to Christian that Justin had a sister named Laura that died shortly after birth.
“That’s so sad, Mom.”
“It’s hard on him at times. Every time he’s sedated he seems to bring her up.”
“I think Dad sees her.”
Christian’s cell rings. He excuses himself from the room. “You’re what?”
Destiny sighs, “I’m pregnant.”
“I didn’t do it!”
“I know you didn’t. It was a big mistake. I’m sorry Christian about having unprotected sex!”
“You cheated on me. I thought we had something special.”
Destiny’s father Jack picks up her cell, “Admit it that you got her pregnant!”
“I didn’t get her pregnant. I didn’t even know she was up until a few minutes ago. I’ve never had sex!”
“It’s all around town that you’re the one!”
“Those are lies. I wouldn’t that.”
“Destiny said it herself.”
“Well there’s one way to prove I’m not the one.”
“I know you’re the one, and this blood work will prove it. You’re upset because you don’t want to have a black child.”
“I’m not racial Sir. I haven’t got a clue as to what’ going on.”
The father slams the phone down on the bed. Destiny picks t up, “Christian are you still there?”
Christian doesn’t answer. He sticks the phone back in his pocket, and walks back to his father’s room. He doesn’t mention what happened to his mom or to his dad.
Justin sleepily asks, “What’s wrong?”
Christian hesitates, “I’m in trouble.”
He questions, “What happened?”
“I’m being accused of getting Destiny pregnant.”
Justin’s mouth widens, “If you say you didn’t I believe you.”
“Her father tells me I don’t want to accept the baby because I’m a different race. What am I going to do?”
“I’ll help you through it, all. After you have the blood test, everything will calm down.”
“I never want to speak to her again!”

The days tend to drag on. Christian won’t go outside in fear of being ridiculed. Local teens point and laugh at him, because they feel he’s a coward for not staying with his pregnant girlfriend. They don’t look at the facts, that he isn’t the father. Christian uses the time to express himself through music. Eventually things die down, but he’s careful on when to go out, in fear of getting attacked.
He hears a knock at the door. He pulls her inside quickly. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Destiny sighs, “I had to come. I miss you so much.” She stays for a while, and the two chat.
Christian brings her home. She lives in a run down area. He watches behind his back, at every little noise. He makes it home safely. He’s uncertain if he truly doesn’t want to see her again. Everything’s so confusing.
He returns to his father, who has the key to his heart, and knew how to make times better. Christian gives his father a big hug. It’s almost if he forgets his problems when he sees his dad’s face.
His dad accepted it, smiling. Justin’s happy that he brings his son happiness. He prays that he can do same in the future, as well.

Home for the Holidays

2006-11-14T22:45:00.000-05:00

Included are lyrics for "Christmas Shoes" by Newsong

Justin flips through the pages of an old scrapbook his mom made years ago. He sniffles softly, before taking a sip of his hot cocca. "I haven't been home in a long time," he sighs turning towards the man in the chair,"It's not that I didn't want to come home. I miss every inch of my home. I can still smell the sweet aromas of pies and lots of cinnamon. Mom loves cinnamon, and I have a thing for it too," Justin admits slowly, "but today isn't about that. Today's about when I was a little boy.
I remember being eleven years old and being excited about Christmas, even though we were not a wealthy family. My mom knew how to make Christmas good. She had been sick, and it brought me down. But, my mom wasn't going let me be sad on Christmas. She made me promise to have a good time, "because worrying helps nothing." I believed her, and still do to this day.
I felt compelled by Momma's words and thought about what would make her happy. There were these shoes she had seen in the store, but could not afford. I wanted to buy her those with the money I had been saving. I prayed that God would let Momma be there on Christmas with new shoes.
I worked very hard to get those shoes. I walked into the store with my tattered clothes, and people stared at me. They whispered and pointed at the little boy in dingy white clothes. I smiled like little boys do and pretended to look at the model trainsets. I wandered towards the shoes.
"Sir," I said.
I want to buy these, for my Momma, please."
He laughed,"Ok, then do you have the money for these?"
I nodded slowly looking up into his eyes, "Yes, it's in this bag."
I followed him to the cashier box where I stood with a line of people who looked at me strangely, as if I didn't belong with my bag of coins and dollar bills.
One remarked, "Shouldn't you be out playing?"
"Not today Sir," I answered, "I'm Christmas shopping for my mom."
One man with packages on top of packages stood tall as he looked at me. He smiled like he was remembering his youth, as I stepped forward to pay.
I put the pennies on the counter with the bills hoping he'd say it's enough.
Then, he looked at me, "Son, there's not enough here."
I searched my pockets franticly, before turning to the man with all his packages and said, "Momma makes Christmas good at our house. Some years she just does without."
He put some money down, as my eyes grew wide, "Thank you," I said, before running off home.
Momma was waiting for me. As I handed her my gift, she kissed my forehead. "Oh Justin," she sighed. "I love this gift."
I wrapped my arms around her, "Anything for you Momma,"I said.
"That's a very touching story," the reporter remarks, "and now you do "Christmas Shoes" each year for one deserving child."
"They're all deserving. It's so hard to pick just one, and if there are more than one, I'll do it for all of them to see that joy I felt years ago."
"And you're Momma, how is she doing?"
"We've come far since that December day, and she still wears those Christmas Shoes every Christmas."

Guiding Light

2006-11-12T22:35:00.000-05:00

A bucket held by two near and dear,
Is full of painful anxiety,
Ready to be thrown away,
For a less complicated day,
Let their youth keep you hopeful,
For the beauty in what you desire,
And pray that in God's hands,
He will give through these two,
A reminder of what loved ones,
On his side can do.

Monster Mash

2006-11-10T05:59:00.000-05:00

Who would know if I was a monster? No one! Why? It is Halloween. I dress in silly attire, sppokified for desire.
I like candycorn how about you?
The "Monster Mash" is a hit to me.
I live in the hills with my friends. Monsters can be good. I hope you understand. My name is Max. What is yours?
The streets are full of ghouls, gblins, ghosts and witches too, as the sunshine brighly. I stand tall in a silly yellow hat. Green eyes with a spooly glow look around to amke sure not a soul knows. I am real. No one bats an eye. I march a long say ,"Trick or treat."
I eat lots of tiny colored sweets. Chocolate bars and some small toys I put into my goody bag. I head on down the road, and through the trees. Over a moutain I skip to the beat of music fading quickly. Closer I am to my home. Inside I find Mom and Dad waiting to hear of my monster tale.

The Charmer

2006-11-05T22:19:00.000-05:00

Opening up his blue eyes the one person Justin cared to see is nowhere in sight. Tears form in his cloudy eyes, that are barely open, He swallows hard, gazing at the nurse to his left, wishing he could call out to her, but he knows that is impossible.
Tired, Justin closes his eyes, hoping his mom would be there shortly, as he cries himself to sleep.

Lynn Harless Justin’s mother enters the recovery room, where Justin lies still slightly groggy from the drugs. She bends over gently kissing his head. “I am here, Sweetheart.”
Justin mouths and points to the bear in her hands.
Smiling, she sits in a chair next to his hospital bed. “Do you remember this bear, Justin?”
He nods is head carefully with a confused expression cast over his sore mouth.
“I thought you may want it since it brought you so much comfort when you were younger. I did not know what else to bring, then I saw your teddy bear sitting in the attic that your grandmother gave to you, and thought you may like it for comfort.”
He mouths, “Thank you,” as his eyes close. He cuddles the bear, drifting to sleep.”

The next day, Justin hugs his mom tightly, at his L.A. Pad in the Hollywood Hills. He rests his head upon her shoulder, nervous to let go.
“Shhh…….”, Lynn says in a hush tone, as the tears drip down her shirt from his eyes. “Justin, I am not going to leave you, until your girlfriend gets here. I know you are scared, and sick, and cannot talk.”
He grunts softly, turning his head toward the window, blinking his blue eyes, at the streaks of lights that blind him. Anger fills him, seeing the stalkratzii at his home, when he just wants to be alone with his mother. He bolts upstairs frustrated making his way towards his bedroom, where the teddy bear sits.
Resting his head on the pillow, he cuddles the bear in his arms, closing his blue eyes, and drifting to sleep.

Lynn sighs gently running her fingers through his curls, trying her hardest not to wake him, knowing the bear is being the charmer once more.

Spaces In Time

2006-11-05T22:07:00.000-05:00

Justin’s little hands grasp onto his older brother, Jonathan’s, as he lifts Justin into his loving arms, “No buh byes,” Justin babbles teary eyed.
“Not yet, Justin,” Jonathan smiles patting his little brothers back, as he searches for Steven to put Justin in his crib. “Looks like I have crib duty tonight,” he chuckles, as he reaches for the baby blue blanket, and begins singing a lullaby.
Jonathan has a busy life, and is sad that he will not see Justin until Christmas. Justin is too young to understand why he only sees his brother a few times a year.
Steven 16 helps with his 1 year old brother, as he tries to complete homework.

Justin scribbles on a piece of paper, unaware that Jonathan is gone. Putting down his crayons, he moves toward the soft play structure his brother bought him. He loves crawling in and out of the holes.

Returning with a girlfriend in toe, Jonathan holds his youngest brother in his arms. The near two year old, sleeps soundly, as Jonathan grabs Justin’s baby supplies, for the concert venue.

Justin looks around, at the familiar setting, and set of faces. “My voice,” he tells himself.
“No Justin,” a woman says, “This is Jonathan’s voice. You are a baby.”
He shrugs his shoulders remembering his birth, and going to the nursery. His features relax bringing his birth to memory.
Jonathan and a pretty girl come into his mind. They were first to visit him in the nursery.
They talked of getting married, and having their own child.
Jonathan sang a funny lullaby that sounds familiar. Justin’s can’t place it, His memory is too fuzzy. He hopes when he is older and can read that he will figure out where the song comes from. He believes he sang the song, but does not understand how, since he is just a baby.
Going further into his memory Justin recalls being inside of a warm, dark, tight space, before coming into the world. He could hear faint voices from within the womb. He liked hearing his brother’s voices, especially Jonathan’s.
He stares sleepily at the lady, fighting to stay awake. His eyelids close, and he wakes in the womb. Thinking that it is a dream, Justin’s body relaxes, as he listens to Jonathan’s voice trying to stay awake, and remember what is said. It sounds jumbled, as he drifts to sleep.
The woman smiles at Jonathan. “You take good care of your brother.”
He nods, “I love him, and being the older brother. He can come on tour when he is old enough.” He grins tiredly singing the lullaby.

When Justin’s speech improves, he tries to talk to his older brother, but it is still too hard to get the right words out.
Jonathan is promoting a new album with a musical group he is close too *NSYNC.
Talking to another baby Justin admits, “I should be the big brother.”
The baby coos, “But it is funny being the baby. Lance is my older brother. He is in *NSYNC. There is an older Justin too. They call him Randal. Sometimes the *NSYNC guys call him J.J. I bet he would like you. He has curls too, but has no siblings. He seems lonely.”
“Where is he?”
“He is sick a lot. He had a doctor visit.”

Jonathan attempts to cheer up J.J., after his doctor appointment. He asks what J.J. stands for.
Justin chuckles “Just Justin. It probably sounds corny, but that’s my pet name. They always make me out to be the boss. There is no boss in *NSYNC.”
“I call my younger brother Justin all sorts of things. He loves it.”
Running his fingers through his new set of curls Justin laughs. “That’s cute. Do you believe in time warps?”
Jonathan stares at him, “Time what?”
“It is a mystery thing you get trapped in time, and can’t get out. Lately things have been awkward. Maybe it is the medicines. I just don’t feel like me. I don’t believe Justin the singer is supposed to be sick.”
“I find it odd,” Jonathan shrugs. “I saw you on the television doing “Rock Your Body,” and a strange feeling came over me, as if I had seen it before, but it was a lot different than your version. There was no flash of lights. You were at a club having fun, and at the end we discovered you were dreaming.”
Justin takes a deep breath, “And what is up with this lady I have been seeing all over the place? She is just bizarre. She speaks in a monotone voice, and gives weird presents.”
Jonathan asks, “What kind of presents?”
Justin pulls a necklace out of his pocket, “Stuff like this. I like the color, but will not wear it.”
“I have a necklace like that too. Mom and Dad gave it to me, before they passed away.”
Justin sighs, “I don’t know how I could ever find out if this is really my life.” He closes his eyes.

People are talking, as he glances around the nursery looking for the baby. A young couple he over hears chatting about desiring a child, as they admire a new baby boy entering their family.
The sound of a woman’s voice echoes in his mind, as he looks her straight in the eye, and she hands him a necklace, telling him to use it wisely or he would be sorry.
Thankful for the gift he praised the woman putting the piece around his neck, but removing it when out of eyesight.

Opening his eyes, Justin eyes the woman. “You are mad at me, because I did not keep the necklace on. Am I even Justin?”
Jonathan shakes Justin, “What is wrong with you? There is no woman standing here.”
“I saw her,” Justin cries. “I wish this all could be explained.”
“Do you believe we are not who we say we are?”
“Honestly Jonathan, I do not know what to think. I get these daydreams, of being at the hospital nursery, and they spook me out, every time. I think they are a message, or warning of some sort.” He pauses, “When was Justin born?”
“He was born about two years ago! Why?”
“That was around the whole time this mess started. Why did your parents give you that necklace?”
“I really don’t know,” Jonathan sighs. “He told me it was a good luck charm, but I do not get into all that stuff, so I only wore it for them. I took it off the day I found out they had died.”
“The other four members of the group think I have lost my marbles. Maybe, they are right. Only I see her, and feel as though life is not what it should seem.”
He runs his fingers along the metal of the bed, smelling the scents of the hospital, as Jonathan enters the room, with his youngest brother.
Randal grins, looking into the small child’s eyes. “I think he knows the truth, and with that we can get out of this time mishap.”
Jonathan sits in the chair holding his brother. “You are stuck here, and my brother can’t help you. You cannot rely on a baby!”
“What if I told you Jonathan that your brother is not a baby at all?”
“That makes no sense. I just want you to get better Justin.”

Can't Turn Back The Page of Time

2006-10-31T22:38:00.000-05:00

Can't Turn Back The Page of Time,
Like a long lost friend,
Can't repeat a moment to be right,
All you can do is listen closely,
Step up to the plate,
Hit the ball starring you down,
Live it like you should've lived it,
Cause another days comming,
And you don't know when,
Your sunset will rise and fall,
One last time,
Breathe, release

Kiss Me At Midnight

2006-10-18T17:02:00.000-04:00

"I love you," he whispers into her ear.
"I love you too J, but really did we have to come from Memphis to New York City for you to tell me this?"
"Ya do realize you're totally killing this romanticness Lauraine?"
"Its freezing, and there's looniebins all around. It's New Year's Eve, and I'd be just as happy to be snuggling with you under the warm sheets."
"That'll happen later. Just wait a few more seconds. I brought you here for a reason," he sighs wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And the count down begins," they hear loudly through the speakers, as the crowds cheer.
"Justin are you listening?"
"10."
"Of course, I am look up at the ball," he pleads.
"9".
She asks, "What for?"
"8"
"You'll see."
"Sometimes I got to wonder about you."
"7".
"I know. I do things differently, and I know we've been talking about it, for a long time," he pauses trying to block out the other noises,"and that's why we are here tonight to start something new."
"New?"
"6".
"Yeah, as in our relationship," he smiles sticking his hands into his pockets, and bringing a box with ribbon out."
"Five".
"Oh Justin,"
"4."
"It's what we've been waiting for."
"3".
"It is," she beams.
"2".
"So will you please kiss me as I get down on my knees and propose?"
"1."
"I'll kiss you at midnight and say,' I do!'"
He envelopes her after placing the engagement ring on her finger.

N Time

2006-10-18T01:36:00.000-04:00

N Time

Late one sunny Saturday afternoon, I was walking by a second hand shop. I admire a cool *NSYNC Clock, in the huge window display. I have to purchase it, so I do. I enjoy collecting *NSYNC Memorabilia.

A tall, handsome store clerk states, "The *NSYNC Clock appears to be going backward."

"I still want the clock", I declare to the gentleman.

The store clerk mentions, "Early, a furious, wrinkly old woman came by and threatened me. She didn’t feel I am giving her a fair deal. I have a suspicion that the wicked lady did something to the clock. She did exchange the clock for another."

In another part of town, *NSYNC is settling down for the night in their work out studio.

Justin's room has a glossy hard wood floor. Weights lay beside a neatly made bed. A fabulous Bass Guitar stands next to his nightstand.

*NSYNC chats before heading to bed. They all joke with Chris about his large toy collection.

"Chris you have more toys than Toys R' us", Justin teases. Justin starts to sing the Toy's R' Us Theme Song.

*NSYNC falls asleep approximately around 10 p.m.

Justin hears the alarm clock, and jumps frantically out of bed to see what time it is. He trips on his long pj's. It's 8:30 a.m... Justin looks at himself in the mirror. His appearance is unusual; he has no facial hair, and is about two feet shorter, making his clothes baggy. He rolls up his jammies, so he won't get hurt. He thinks he's dreaming, and pinches himself.

Justin shouts, "Chris come!" Justin's vocal range sounds weird.

Chris, Lance, J.C., and Joey quickly enter the bedroom. *NSYNC stares at each other.

Chris breaks the silence, "It's the kooky clock!"

Justin questions, "What Clock! What do you mean?"

J.C. recalls, "Oh, yeah! I remember yesterday that lady at the clock store. Do you think she cast a spell on us?"

Lance replies, "Yes."

Joey inquires, "What are we going to do?"

In unison all but Joey yell, "Go back to the clock shop."

Joey speaks excitedly, "That sounds excellent! How will get there?"

Justin suggests, "Chris can drive us."

Lance has a better idea, "Let’s call to find out if there open."

They all agree. Lance hands Chris his cell phone. The line is busy so he calls back later.

*NSYNC decides to go to the clock shop. They get into Chris' car. Chris sees he needs more gas. Stopping to get gas delays them from getting to the clock shop.

The traffic is hectic on the way there. They all worry about becoming younger.

Chapter 2 Blue

They arrive at the clock shop, and look at the florescent red sign. This makes them have a horrible feeling.

Justin has giant tears in his eyes, and is trembling, says in a shaky voice, "What are we going to do now?"

Lance calmly answers Justin, "There's hope. Look the window has the man's phone number. It states you can call it, if the store isn't open.

J.C. Compliments Lance,” Good observation!"

Lance hands Chris the phone, the cell isn't working it needs to be recharged. The battery is low.

They rush home to call the man. Nobody picks up the phone. They attempt this several times unsuccessfully.

Justin has an exhausting day. Nighttime is upon them. Justin positions his head on Chris' lap, sobbing. Chris consoles Justin.

Chris suggests, "Justin, let's go to your bedroom? You can change into your pj's."

Justin replies, "Ok." He lies on the comforter, weeping. Justin sneezes.

Chris tells Justin, "You need your rest! You sound like you have a cold."

Justin responds, "I'm so young, and am afraid of what may happen to me. I can only go back so far.

Chris speaks to Justin, "I know you’re sleepy.” Chris makes Justin cover himself with the sheets. Chris turns on a night light.

Justin feels like a little kid. Justin wants to be up doing things instead of going to bed.

Chris assures Justin, "Everything is going to be ok.” He gives Justin some children’s cold medicine.

The cold medicine makes Justin sleepy. Justin falls asleep around eight p.m.

Justin has an awful dream, and awakes sometime after three a.m. Justin's pj's are twice the size of him. Justin wants to get off the bed, but it's too high, he's afraid he'll fall.

Chris quietly comes into Justin's room. "What's the matter, Justin", Chris asks.

Justin tells Chris, "I had a bad dream. No more sleep, go bye!"

Chris understood Justin. Chris guesses Justin's about three or four. He suggests they look at a book.

Justin desires to read the book, but finds more interest in the pictures than reading. Chris explains the words meanings.

Chris asks Justin questions to see how much he remembers about his past. He has Justin attempt to write his name. Justin thinks he spells it correctly, but doesn't. Justin's speech is getting worse. Justin's drowsy.

Chris leaves after he is asleep. He feels helpless wishing he could resolve the problem. He returns after only a few hours of sleep. He checks on Justin.

Justin opens his eyes. Justin's pj's are triple the size. Justin tries saying Chris' name but doesn't pronounce it correctly.

Justin discovers the guitar on the floor, and says "Play!" Then he crawls to the end of the bed.

Chris places Justin on the ground. Justin tries standing, but is wobbly. Chris helps him walk to the guitar. He plays with the guitar.

"Is Justin sleepy?" Chris asks Justin because he's rubbing his eyes. Chris puts Justin in the bed.

Justin wants to explore. All the things Justin wants are to out of reach. Justin starts to cough, and sneeze.

Chris brings Justin to the kitchen. He reaches for a bottle with a reddish color liquid. He sticks some in a cup and gives it to Justin.

The kitchen is rather unfamiliar to Justin. The appliances make noises that Justin's afraid of. The baby drops make Justin feel better.

Chris gives Justin a new pacifier that originally was to go to Joey's daughter Brinniah. Shhh... "Rock a bye Justin; it's time for sleep, and counting sheep. Hopefully, we won't have to bring you to the Dr.'s, little one." Shortly after Justin falls asleep.

Chp .4

Justin opens his eyes, lifting his head for a brief time. Justin feels wet. Justin bawls because he is miserable. Justin hears footsteps.

Chris enters, inquiring what's wrong in a soft voice. This makes Justin's cries stop temporarily. Chris rubs Justin's stomach.

Justin reaches out his short, skinny arms wanting to be held.

Chris gently lifts Justin, cradling him. Chris figures Justin may need his pants changed. Until Chris goes to the store, he uses a towel as a diaper for Justin.

Holding a warm blanket around Justin, Chris sits in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth. Chris speaks to Justin in a soothing voice. Chris rocks Justin for about an hour, and then gives Justin a pacifier.

Justin doesn't understand Chris, but his voice is reassuring. He becomes drowsy, and then his eyes close.

When Justin's sleeping, Chris decides this would be the best time to walk to the store. He knows he has to bring all of them. Chris assumes Justin will be hungry soon; he's going to need food. Chris wants to get in and out of the store. He picks up the items Justin will need, which are a pack of baby diapers, formula, and a baby bottle.

Chris brings Justin back to his room.

Chris tries calling the store manger again, but couldn't get through on ether number.

Chp. 5

Lance is looking for his Mick Mouse. Chris finds a Mickey Mouse, and gives it to Lance, from a mound of toys Lance cuddles Mickey Mouse.

J.C. And Joey spends time drawing, and building with colorful blocks, from Chris' vast toy collection. J.C. attempts teaching Joey his ABC’s, but Joey does fathom the concept.

J.C. says to Chris, "Why does Justin need attention?"

Chris' reply to J.C. is, "Justin's a few months old, and requires a lot of attention.

J.C.'s responds to Chris,” May I help take care of Justin?"

Chris responds with, "You can help."

This makes J.C. feel mature even though he's only six.

Chris thinks it's time to check on Justin.

Chris tells J.C. and Joey, "I need to keep Lance out of danger, so I'll bring him with me to Justin's room.

Chris speaks to Lance quietly, "Don't make noises, Justin's sleeping. We don't hear any sounds coming from his bedroom. "

Chris approaches the bed, it moves.

Justin feels hungry. He looks around the huge room. There are several things he wants to understand. His words come out as babble. It's now about noontime.

Chris thinks Justin's body appears smaller, as he talks to Justin. Chris can tell Justin's muscles are tense. Justin feels that he doesn't understand things, less and less. He's still got a cough.

Chris carries Justin in the kitchen, and gets the formula, and baby drops.

Justin sees Lance eating, and glances at the label, but he can't interpret the wording. Lance is using a fork to eat.

This fascinates Justin.

Lance faces towards Justin, and pauses his eating, showing Justin his fork. Lance explains to Justin the fork is for eating with. Lance places the silverware piece in the palm of Justin's hand.

Justin is curious of what to do with the silverware piece, and drops the fork on the floor.

Chris feeds Justin carefully in his arms.

Justin drinks the bottle, slowing down near the end. When the formula's almost gone, Justin's sleepy. Justin didn't mind the taste, but didn't like feeling gassy.

Chris pats Justin in small circles on his back, making sure he's not going to spit up his formula.

Chris figures everything is fine, so he brings Justin to the living room, where he rests, as Chris assists Lance, J.C., and Joey.

Chris tells Lance, J.C. and Joey,"Behave while I give Justin a bath."

Lance wants a bath, and whines until he se bright shiny toys that occupy him.

In the bathroom, Chris places at basin in the sink. Chris takes of Justin's clothes, placing him in the tub. Chris quickly cleans Justin. The bath lulls Justin. Chris dresses Justin by taking off a tee shirt that belongs to one of Chris' stuffed animals.

Chris gives Lance crayons, and coloring books. These belong to Chris' younger sister Emily, when she comes over to play.

Justin watches Lance from the couch.

Chris checks on Justin and Lance from time to time. Chris is assembling a crib that belongs to Joey that Joey uses when his daughter comes over. It'll be a better bed for Justin, Chris feels than the bed.

Justin's getting hungry again, making him fussy.

Chris takes out Justin's fuzzy, soft, baby blue blanket, snuggling it around Justin. Chris brings Justin back to his room. Chris sits down with Justin, giving him his formula. The formula helps relax Justin.

Chris realizes Justin doesn't need much formula this time. He notices Justin's attention is on simpler objects.

Chp. 6

J.C., Joey, and Lance, ask if they can go outside, and play,

Chris tells them, it’s going to take me a few minutes to get Justin ready."

Chris carries Justin, and strolls Lance, J.C. and Joey outside into a near by playground. Chris sits on a park bench in the sun, with Justin.

Justin's mom comes by, asking Chris where is parents are. Chris responds by saying "In the house down the block."

She inquires, "Why aren't you in school, because I learn at home."

She questions, how old are the infant?"

Chris implies, "Justin's about three months old."

Justin's mother doesn't realize this baby is her son.

Chris won't tell Lynn what's going on because; he doesn't think she'll believe him.

Lynn has young boy with her. This is Justin's younger brother Steven. Steven is about four years older than Justin now.

Justin remembers Steven slightly, “I feel strange being the younger one now", he thinks.

Steven wants to know if he can hold Justin.

Chris answers Steven, " I f your careful. I'll show you how to hold Justin properly. If he you want you can help me feed Justin."

Lynn agrees to let Steven hold Justin. She thinks Chris needs a break, especially after seeing the four young boys he's caring for. Lynn figures these youngsters are Chris' brothers.

Justin looks into Steven's eyes, he's nervous. Justin's afraid Steven might drop him accidentally.

Justin doesn't realize it's time to eat, until the bottle goes into his mouth. Justin didn't want Lynn and Steven to leave, even though he feels drowsy.

They all go back to the house beat, trying to keep each other alert, but fall asleep. Chris wakes first, sees Lance, and brings him to get up Justin.

Justin's already up, looking around. Justin doesn't have much memory. This is his first time in the crib. Justin's only a few weeks old.

Chris says to Justin, "How's Justy doing this afternoon?" Chris looks down at Justin lightly touching his belly.

Chris found warmer clothing for Justin. He found a Cabbage Patch Baby, with something warm on, and felt it'd be perfect for Justin.

Chris mentions to sleepy eyed Justin,”It's time for his bottle. "

The bottle quiets Justin; he doesn’t need much before being full. Justin finds it hard work to drink the bottle. Justin spit-up some formula.

From the hall, Justin catches something out of the corner of his eye; it's sparkling, and bright. Chris assumes Justin notices the Christmas tree.

Chris shows Justin it, as he continues to feed him. Lance also admires the tree. Justin wonders what it's for. Chris tells Justin and Lance, This is for Christmas." Chris slowly brings Justin back to the crib.

Chris comforts him placing him back in the crib. He places Justin carefully on his back. He puts up a mobile that Justin finds interesting. Justin looks around his crib, trying to spot things. Everything's out of reach, even the mobile.

Chris gives Justin a pacifier. Justin doesn't know what a pacifier is. Chris sticks it in his mouth.

"Paci, is like ba ba, makes me epy", Justin feels. "

Chris announces, “We need to go to the mall, and buy something. Lance, J.C., Joey, and Justin we're going to visit Santa.

J.C. and Joey are a happy about seeing Santa. Lance and Justin aren't sure what think about Santa.

Chris places Justin in Brianna’s carriage, and they head to the mall. It didn't take long to find what they need.

They go see Santa, J.C. and Joey go first since they're older. Santa gives them a candy cane.

Lance tells Santa what he desires. Santa gives Lance something to color, since Lance isn't old enough for candy canes.

Justin's last to meet Santa. Santa can tell Justin's ready to slumber, but is trying to stay awake.

Santa tells Justin, "Your first Christmas will be so much fun." Santa gives Justin back to Chris, and then winks, and says," Everything’s going to turn out fine!"

Chris places Justin back in the carriage. They walk though the mall on there way out. Some people stop to look at Justin. Justin doesn't mind people looking at him. Justin's in a sleepy state. The mall looks different now that he's an infant. The last store they went through has baby products, so Chris buys some baby drops, and some herb for a baby bath. Then they go home.

Chris recalls how this all began. "I remember it has to do with an out of sync clock. We were walking into a clock shop. Some evil lady comes in mad at the storeowner, and she says she’s going to put a spell on the clock, making the man go back in his past. Infuriately it went wrong, and we’re going back in time instead. I know the clock needs to be fixed, so I’ll try again to contact the store, and explain the situation."

The man says" I don't believe that woman cast a spell on *NSYNC. Somebody bought the clock."

Chris asks, "Can I have their phone number," and then calls the person.

I pick up the phone, and listen to Chris' story. "I’m trying to believe you, Chris".

Chris suggests to me how to fix the clock. I try to get it to go forward, but am unsuccessful.

Chris asks me if threes a name on the clock.

I reply, "There’s an address, where the owner can be reached.”

Chris suggests, Can you bring over the clock, to see if I can get the lady to change the clock. Can you bring over some clothes for us to wear, if I have any available."

I give Chris her phone number, so he doesn't have to wait to call her.

Chris calls the crone, and gets her sister, who is nice. The witch realizes time is running out, and snaps her fingers, and is at the house in a few minutes. The witch knows that if by midnight they can't stop the spell *NSYNC will disappear forever.

She looks through the spell book, which takes a long time. They only have a few hours left.

I arrive at the house, giving Chris the clock, and pj's. Chris informs me that I can stay if I want to. I decide to stay. I notice that they're all really shy, at first. We talk about things that interest them to make them fee more comfortable.

Chris and I help the little ones get on their pj's.

Chris positions Justin on his lap, since he can't support himself. The soft baby blue blanket is around Justin.

Justin wears on piece baby blue pj's.

Lance is beside Justin, in zip-up pj's, with his Mickey Mouse Doll, that he hasn't let out of his sight all day.

J.C. wears a two-piece pj's set, with a Sesame Street Character on them. J.C. smiles because he can read what his pj's say. The pj's say,"Bedtime is fun."

Joey has Superman pj's. He tries pretending he's Superman, but Chris stops him so he won't get hurt. Joey admires the bright logo on the pj's.

Chris looks like he needs a break, so I tell him to do something fun.

Chris doesn't want to at first, but then he decides to he plays a video game. Chris can't stop thinking about the other guys.

Lance sees a basketball on the carpet; he picks it up, and drops it a few times, before bringing it to Justin. Lance puts it in Justin's reach. Justin doesn't understand how to reach for it.

Justin has disappointment because doesn't know how to obtain the ball. This makes him ready to cry. Chris holds him, and tells him everything’s going to be alright. Chris sticks the baby blue blanket around Justin, making him feel more comfortable. Chris picks up Justin, and goes towards Justin's room.

Chris holds Justin, in an upright position, in the rocking chair. Chris takes a book sitting on the chair, and opens it, as he continues to rock Justin. He mentions to Justin he's going to read the book to him. When the story is done, Chris lays the book back on the chair.

Justin enjoys the rocking motion.

Chris picks up Justin for a sec, and went over to turn on the CD player, on low.

Chris returns to the rocking chair. Justin's head lies near Chris' heart. Chris brings Justin back to the living room.

Justin's ready for a nighttime bottle, because he's hungry.

Chris prepares Justin's bottle, as the other guys watch him, in his blanket on the couch. J.C. holds Justin, until Chris returns.

In the meantime, the witch has found the page with the spell on it. She has to look down the list, to find the spell. Now they only have a half-hour left.

Chris returns with Justin's bottle, and holds the bottle, so Justin can drink it.

A few seconds later, the good witch has found the spell.

Chris says, "Thank God, we only ten minutes left before were gone forever!"

The good sorceress repeats the magically spell, and then tells them to all go to bed, so the curse will go away.

I glance at the clock, and it is now going forward, instead of backward.

Chris and the other guys, all stay in the same room together that night. Chris watches all the guys that night, to make sure they are all ok, and then he finally falls asleep.

Justin awakes first the next morning, He notices that he is back to being 21 again. Justin wakes the other guys, and gives each one of them a hug. Justin tells the other guys he doesn't remember very much.

They are all happy, they no longer are children.

Justin states they are saved just in time.

We all agree, and laugh, and we agree never to go to anymore clock stores.

The Ring

2006-10-18T01:32:00.000-04:00

The Ring

Justin gazed fondly into her eyes, holding the ring in his hand. It was merely a toy ring but, to him and Randi, it meant the world. They put them on

necklaces, while sitting at Disney World's Magic Kingdom.

Justin and Randi were riding on Cinderella's horse drawn carriage, days before Valentines.

After this, their world turned upside down. Valentine's Day, their young hearts were broken. The youngsters became separated.

He remembered a cool brisk day in Orlando, Florida. Valentine’s Day was here again. He despised it. He missed his girl that was left behind.

Their relationship was a storybook unfolding. It should’ve been a happily ever after. In his heart, he knew Randi was the one.

Their parent’s broke the news, Randi's family was moving, leaving the children in dismay. The twosome had become closer over the Disney venture. They didn't

let the other out of their sight.

Valentine's Day her family departed. He barely remembered it. Justin was four years old, and morning was not his favorite time of day. He cried as they packed the car, and so did Randi.

Justin walked to her, giving her a kiss, his first kiss. He told her he loved her, as he wiped tears. He promised he’d never take off his ring, and would always remember her.

His tears increased, as his mother lifted him into her arms. Lynn comforted Justin, stroking his blond curls with her fingers, while his head rested sleepily on her shoulder. He waved goodbye, rubbing his eyes.

He trembled, as Lynn placed him in his bed.

Justin tried to keep contact with her, though it was hard. Justin never gave up hope of seeing her.

All through school, he met several nice girls. They all questioned him about his ring that he wore. One girl tried to get him to take off his ring. He refused. Justin hid it, during gym class, under his shirt. Randi didn't take off her ring either.

When Justin was eleven, he tried out for Star Search. Millions of kids auditioned, but Justin was one of two kids from his home town of Milington, Tennesee that made the cut. He didn't win, but wrote to Randi and told her to watch. She did.

She smiled seeing him wearing the ring. It meant he was in love with her. Justin preformed a country song called "Achy Breaky Heart", and secretly dedicated it to his girl, Randi.

While at "Star Search," Justin discovered they were doing auditions for the Mickey Mouse Club. Justin auditioned, and scored singing "When a Man Loves a Woman." He chooses this song for his girl.

Justin fell for a fellow Cast-mate, Britney. She kissed him, but Justin remained reluctant. He managed for several months to have a non -serious relationship. The partnership developed, but Justin never removed the ring.

The Mickey Mouse Club had a party for the cast members. Justin, of course, went. He becomes interested in another girl named Danielle. Once again, Justin avoided too much of a relationship with a girl. He had a feeling that if he became attached to her, he'd lose his true love. Justin did fall in love with Danielle, but it didn't last. Justin could tell that she merely liked him for his celebrity status, and soon discovered she had another boyfriend. This crushed him.

Two years later, the show ended, with Justin returning home. He received a call from a long time buddy, Chris. Chris asked if he wanted to join a group. Justin agreed, suggesting Chris let his friend J.C. in the band. Chris liked the idea.

J.C. recommended his pal Joey joins. Justin and J.C. went to watch Joey along side their present manager, Lou Pearlman. Lou was impressed by Joey's acting and singing talent. Joey was best friends with J.C., and wanted to be a part of this group.

This took up Justin's time. He didn't think about girls much. Justin was happy that the fifth member, Lance, who joined the group at the last minute, had girl problems. Justin looked to Lance, and the other guys, for advice on love and friendships.

*NSYNC became a success overseas, and in the States. He had swarms of female fans. They weren't whom he adored.

Britney returned, as the opening act for *NSYNC. Their passion grew. Britney couldn't get Justin to take off his ring.

Justin hid it, so she couldn’t see it. He wanted a love to last. Justin dated Britney for two years! She cheated on him months before he released his solo album.

Meanwhile, Randi had remained true. She prayed he loved her. She was excited to see him, at his concert. She missed the meet and greet.

She looked down at her necklace, and wanted to cry, but someone called her name. It was Justin.

He smiled and showed his ring, around his neck.

They hugged, and went backstage. They chatted until the show.

Justin brought Randi out, and sang "Still on My Brain", to her.

After this night, Randi and Justin started seeing each other often.

One special Valentine's Day, their hearts became whole again. Justin was promoting his album. It didn't take long before Justin purposed. It was one year

ago on Valentine's Day that they found each other. He felt it fitting to purpose on that day. She accepted.

In preschool, all the kids wanted to learn how to write a letter to a friend. The youngsters were far too little to write a true letter, but they tried hard to

make one. Justin's letter only had a few words, but it was very sweet. .

Justin recalls their first love letter to each other, on the day of their wedding. He takes a wrinkly piece of paper out of his tux pocket, and reads it.

Dere Justin,

yur my best frend. I luv u for eder.

Luv,

Randi

Randi remembers the letter. She recalls the letter he wrote to her, at that tender age.

Dere Randi,

I luv u. And will alwayze.

Luv,

Justin

The wedding that they have been dreaming of is now a reality. It's a day they'll never forget. To this day Randi and Justin continue to wear their rings

around their necks, as a symbol that they will always love each other!

2 Sided tale

2006-10-17T19:24:00.000-04:00

Justin snuggles under the warm blankets staring off into the distance. He has been under the weather lately, and the move to a new town has not been easy.
Tired, he feels his eyelids droop, as he drifts to sleep. He hears his younger brother’s voice and mumbles to himself.
Steven sits beside his brother’s bed, worrying about Justin’s health. Justin is depressed from his physcological illness, and chronic fatigue.
Justin is different here though, at least for now. He is intrigued by the garden he found inside this huge old estate. It is so enchanting almost haunting.

Engrossed in his surroundings, Steven brings his older brother out of his world, “Justin, what are we having for dinner?”
Justin sighs, “I guess, I should make something.” He stumbles to his feet, slowly staggering towards the staircase, when he collapses on the wood floor.
Steven frowns aiding his brother, by helping him stand, and get down the stairs.
Unstable, Justin sways back and forth, as he makes his way toward the closest chair for support.

Asking Steven about his day at the new school, Justin tells Steven about the man he met today. The man is tall and very strong. He can move things Justin cannot. He could possibly be Justin’s new friend. Steven smiles at his brother’s news, and Justin grins, giving his brother a loving hug.

Unsteady on his feet, Justin sleeps downstairs with Steven. His muscles ache in the morning, as he sits in the kitchen. He has enough strength to get his brother to school, before crashing in the living room.

He hears the familiar voice of the man, and turns his head toward the figure, “Hey Jimmy,” he says weakly, above a whisper.
Jimmy warmly smiles, “You look exhausted, Justin. You should get some rest.”
Rolling to his side Justin blinks, “This room looks so old and worn.”
Jimmy laughs, “It was built long ago, Justin.”
Sitting slowly, Justin looks at him, “This place looked different yesterday. It is like I have gone back in time. Have I?”
“Not exactly Justin, you are stuck between two worlds. I know this is confusing. It will all be explained, but for now you will sleep.”

Justin wakes at the sound of Jonathan’s voice. His body trembles under the covers. “The doctor is here, and he will make you feel better.”
Eying the doctor Justin mumbles the name Jimmy, as he sees resemblance in the two.
Staring at him, the doctor questions, “Who is this Jimmy your brother speaks of?”
Steven shrugs his shoulders, “Some new friend he has made. I do not know how he made a friend, as he is too ill to do much of anything.”
“Is he still seeing a physiatrist, and taking the prescribed pills?”
Steven nods lying to the doctor for his brother’s sake. “He has been so quiet. The pills make him sleepy.”
“He would do so much better in the Ray View Hospital,” the doctor admits to Steven. “They took good care of him last time.”
He was too sad,” Steven complains. “We take care of each other.”

Justin stares at his brother confused, “Do I have to go to the hospital? I do not think I am crazy. I did not like the hospital. I missed you. The hospital was scary. I will take my pills, but do not make me go back there,” he begs.
“No more hospital,” Steven tells him. “Remember all the scary people went away?”
Justin nods his head, “They are not real. They are in my head, and cannot hurt me, like Dad did.”
Steven smiles, “Just take your pills and you will feel better.”
"I take pills," Justin says.
"When was his last evaluation?"
"March 26th the clinic said he has serve mental deficits, but with family could live with others."
"Its quite common with his rare condition to have cognative regression," the doctor explains. "Can he read and write?"
"A little bit but it is hard to get him to focus. He loves simple rhymiming games. He adores counting things in gardens or pointing out objects that he reconizes in them. He has learned some basics at a school designed for the mentally handicapped back in Memphis. Unfortunately, they could only handle his care until he was twenty. He attended for about six to eight months. They suggested another program, but he didn't fair well as they were over booked with individuals."

Getting a job is not easy for Justin, with his physiological problems. Hardly any place will offer work, afraid of Justin’s mental state.
In order to obtain a career Justin has a physiological examination at the Ray View Hospital.
His doctor believes Justin still requires hospitalization, and will do what it takes to get him back into the clinic.

Justin is quiet in the hospital setting . He interacts with the people around him, though he keeps to himself mostly.
The doctor shows Justin the hospital’s indoor garden. Justin could work in the calming atmosphere, and learn to work with others.
Shaking his head, Justin tells the doctor, “I want to work outside the hospital. I can do this.”
The doctor studies Justin’s features, “Do you see things that are not real?”
“No,” Justin sighs. “I only see Steven.”
“Do you remember who Steven is?” the doctor asks.
“Steven is my younger brother”, Justin replies. “We live in a big estate far away from my Dad.”
“Do you know where your dad is?”
Justin slouches in his chair, “Tennessee.”
“I’m sorry Justin, but your dad passed away, long ago.”
Wiping tears from his blue eyes, Justin stares into the distance, “He is not dead,” the young man mumbles to himself.
“You have had a long day, Justin and need your rest. We will talk about you getting a job later.”

Stressing over getting a job, Justin talks to himself on the bus. He stares at his hands thinking they are two separate people. He stops putting a hand behind him, and says, “Goodbye.”
A nurse on the bus gives Justin his medication. The drug causes drowsiness, and Justin does not understand why he is sleepy.

After Steven returns home and finds his brother talking to his hands, as if they were people, Steven finds it in Justin’s best interest to have some mental help services.
Steven promises him it is only during the day time to ease his brother’s mind.

Attending day hab services at the Ray View clinic, Justin knows he is some place safe, while Steven attends school. He talks constantly about Jimmy, concerning his doctors. They want Justin to be a full time patient, but cannot because he has not harmed anyone else or himself.
Justin has no recollection of his past, only of Jimmy, and those constantly around him. He frequently talks about seeing people or things that do not exist to the usual eye. He stares out the window with confusion, bringing his hands to his face.
He chats with them. His doctor refers to them as personalities Justin would like to have, but mentally cannot come to a conclusion as to how to do so. The doctor plays along not wanting to upset his patient.
Justin does not refer to Jimmy while communicating this way. He brings up Jimmy when seeming to have a normal conversation, before reverting to his hands.

An argument breaks out between Justin and the imaginary people he thinks are his hands, but something stops him from harming himself, and Justin returns to his spot by the window.

He withdraws from talking to his hands for several days, as the doctor shows him to the garden.
"The garden is a safe happy place," the old man implies. "It is a nice place to work, and make new friends."
Justin shakes his head doubrfully. "Jimmy tells me no," he replies gazing at his hands. "Jimmy is good friend. He made Charlie and Vince not want to argue anymore!" He points to his left hand, "Vince will tell you he is happy." He grabs his right hand and lightly taps it, "Charlie would tell you, but he is not home."
The doctor, asks "Why does Jimmy tell you no Justin?" He sighs, as his patient stares blankly at the garden.
Justin grunts and begins rocking himself, "You know Jimmy. You are Jimmy." Covering his face with his hands he sobs. "Jimmy said he'd help Justin."
Reaching into his pocket the man pulls out a shot, and sticks his patient in his forearm. "It'll be okay," he informs Justin.

Justin tells Steven about his day, when he is no longer feeling sleepy from the shot. He talks about the doctor and how Jimmy and the doctor he believes are the same people.
Steven glances at his brother's medical records, seeing no man that matches the description Justin is giving, even odder the man who made a house visit is not on the list of people who work at the hospital.
Something very strange is going on, and he has to figure it out for him, and his brother's sake.

In the attic Steven finds pictures of a doctor who used to work at Rayview, and wonders if Justin may be thinking that this is Jimmy, because he cannot come to grips what death is to him, all is living.
"Jimmy's friend Vince is here with him in the photo," Justin exclaims. " Jimmy is a bad doctor. Jimmy is sorry for lying about being a sleepy doctor," he mumbles. "I am sorry too!"
Steven smiles, "Don't be sad. None of this your fault."
Justin's eyelids droop, "Dad was in a fire," Justin blurts out of nowhere. "He gave me matches, and said we'd play a game. He said Mommy wouldn't be mad if we played! We played the match game before."
Steven nods wondering if his brother is able to distinguish between fact and fiction, as the newspaper nor his father ever admited to any of this. It stated that Justin was left to his own devices. His father had noted that Justin was not all there in the head, but never did anything to help him. Justin had grabbed the matches, and lit a match setting the house on fire. He still has burn marks on his abdomen. The police could not charge a child, and he was sent to the RayView Hospital. Soon after his father died, from complications from smoke inalation. His condition worsened after the passing of his father.

A program for mentally retarded people offers services to Justin, who 90% of the time seems on a childlike level. They try to get him to overcome some of his main phobias, by having him roleplay.
Mental regression is common with some mental illnesses. They give him the oportunity to work with others on his level of functioning. He ranks in the lower class, due to his inability to keep a conversation going, and his talks with his hands. He can not learn new things, due to these factors.

One of the staff members for mentally retarded people talking in a soothing voice to Justin. She asks him questions related to grade school. He does not fare well on the testing. She questions if it is his disease or if he has always been at this low IQ. His past school reports show him in the slightly below normal range in reading.

Moving his fingers along the surface of his fuzzy baby blue book, he grins. The specially designed book is to stimulate him, and bring him out of his imaginary setting. There are many textures and colors and shapes to boost his communication and soothe some of his frustrations. The pages are extremly durable, and meant to take a beating.

Justin keeps mentioning Jimmy, adding in that Jimmy knew their father. He explains that it was Jimmy's idea to play the matches game.
Scaring on Justin's body may be keep evidence that his father was trying to rid himself of Justin, due to the young man's problems.

In the family garden, Justin is found talking to thin air, as Steven watches from a distance, amazed by what he sees! MOVING OBJECTS. He slides down against the wall silently, waiting for the items to stop.
Justin is content with what is going on, and rocks himself back and forth, putting himself into a sleep like trance. In his sleep induced state he resorts to chating with his hands or so it seems, until Steven notices something he has not before. There is some sort of fabric[floating, barely visable] next to both of Justin's hands, maybe his brother isn't so crazy, or is he know falling ill too? He refuses to tell the doctors what he saw, if they knew he would be in big trouble.

With each day, Justin's mental state worsens, and it takes doctors long hours to get him to communicate with them.
A package of matches lie on the flooring, left by an uncareful worker at the Timberlake Hosehold. Grasping onto the package, Justin goes toward the cubboard where the lighter is. Opening the cabinet, he finds what he is looking for................... He lights the match after several attempts......."Just like Daddy used to do"............"Pretty flame." Laughing he rests the flame on the ground......"This time it will be okay Mommy! Daddy will be okay......... He can finally sleep....So pretty and hot it is! Daddy likes it Mommy!!!!! He is watching!!!!! Jimmy told Daddy I was no good at games!!!!! Daddy wanted to play one final GAME! This is for Daddy! He can come out and play one more time before sleep! Come Daddy........ Come, I'm waiting........with.....all...... these...pretty...flames."
Steven understands everything as he enters the room, and sees what his brother has been seeing all along........Justin's father was evil, and trying to discard his son, and Jimmy was in on it all along.

Stronger Than Yesterday

2006-10-09T03:19:00.000-04:00

I listen to your words, and find meaning as if you were telling me a complex formula to save all humanity. Like a puzzle the pieces slide into place, and life becomes a little clearer for me.
I'm stronger than yesterday, when I feel your comforting hands around my trembling form. I am whole and the edges are smooth after being jagged for too long. My mind cannot control what my heart tells me is destinty.
A mind is not something to waste but without a heart it is as helpful as a computer or toaster oven.
My eyes are bleary, laying my head upon your chest, closing my eyes remembering I'm stronger than yesterday.

*NSYNC's Nightmare Hollowing Halloween

2006-10-09T00:40:00.000-04:00

Trailer below:

Chapter 1 - The Nightmare Begins:

"You're deaf," the doctor tries to explain , by writing on a piece of paper, as a very groggy Justin lies still on the hospital bed.

Closing his eyes, tears stream down his bruised face.
A soft grunt comes from his mouth. More tears slips over his cheekbone's, as an unusual pressure builds in his ears. The sensation fades, and he grows drowsy.

Justin remains in his own little world, until his hearing devices are turned on.

Chapter 2: Goodbye

Bobbing his head of curls, he walks past many plots, finding himself with a small gathering of people. They have come to bid farewell to a girl he gave a ride home too.
She had been drinking, and he couldn't have been more sober, but something went horribly wrong, and Justin suffers greatly.

Chapter 3: An Unlikely invitation

Being deaf, Justin never expected an invitation to a party!
He did not feel like celebrating Halloween, or anything, but the invation always pops into his head, nearly plaguing him to answer "yes."

Yawning, he places the invite on his nightstand, before closing his eyes.
"Carolina," he mumbles sleepily, "I really don't want to go."
"You must," she replies, "It is part of your destiny."
He stares at the unearthly light, perplexed, as his eyelids droop close.

He crumples the invitation angrily tossing it into the wastebasket, exiting his room for breakfast.

"Morning Sugar," his mom smiles, and pours him some tea.
"Momma," he sighs cautiously..."I had a dream," he manages slurring his words.
Lynn gazes into his fearful eyes, "Was it about the accident?"
He shrugs his shoulders, "Carolina," he pauses, "wants me to go the party."
"It would be a great opportunity for you to attend," his mom grins, "you've been so down lately. What happened wasn't your fault. Its time to start letting go."
"I....."he stumbles, "she.....just... I don't know."
Lynn laughs, "Justin, Carolina was always good at knowing things. Maybe, this is something amazing for you."
"I think otherwise," Justin breathes deeply, and takes a sip of his tea.
Placing the cup on the table, he glances in her direction to speak, when his friend enters through the door.

"Justin," Trace says apathetically, "I received an invite to that party, and...," he stops studying his friend's features.
"I'm not ready," Justin admits sadly, "no matter what my dreams tell me."
"I don't know anything about your dreams, Just, but Jive throws the best parties! It wouldn't be right for me to attend, and leave you behind to sulk. You're going to go, if I have to drag you there myself, and that's final."
Laughing, Justin stands, "You always were so persistent, but we'll see man!"

Surveying his bedroom, after his shower, he discovers a piece of paper lying on his bed. Moving closer he examines the sheet horrified, "How'd this get here?"
A womanly voice replies, "It is your destiny, Justin," as his blood runs cold.

Chapter 4: Soul Searching

The drive to the old mansion, on a large hill, labors his breathing thinking what lies ahead for him.
Crashes of thunder pulsate through his trembling form, as his knuckles turn a ghostly white. The wind howls furiously, and the sound of rushing wind rustles through his ears. Chills travel down his neck to his spinal collum.
Quickly, his head jerks to the side, hearing cries for help, but no person insight.

Knock, knock, on the hard wood door frame.
"Good evening you must be Justin! I will be your Butler for the evening my name is Jeeves."
Studying the man, Justin breathes heavily, "I.. I would like to hold onto my coat. Is that okay with you? I'm sorry I have not gotten into costume yet."
"No worries, kind Sir. You can change when you are ready. Not all the guests have arrived yet."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Justin makes his way inside the candle lit mansion, gazing at the worn interior, as his heart skips a beat.
The touch of someones hand resting on his shoulder, causes Justin to turn his head nervously."
"It's okay, J. It's just me, Lance. Why are you so on edge?"
"I.I..I do not like this place. Its very creepy. You know how I feel about Halloween."
Lance pats Justin's back, "Chill! It'll be okay. You are going to have lots of fun. What Star Wars character are you?"
" I'm Yoda," Justin says slightly grinning, "The intellectual one."
"Funny J, and you're so green too."
"No, I am not," Justin groans. turning his head toward the casket display, "Whaaa...... in there?"
Lance laughs, "Go find out for yourself. I'm not spoiling surprises." He pushes his unsure friend toward a cauldron of candy, "Dig in."
Justin shakes his head,"Ew, no way, am I putting my hand in there. I am going to go change. Where do I go?"
Pointing Justin toward a door marked with a red "X", he watches as his friend makes his way there, waiting patiently for Justin's return.

It is a quiet little bathroom, with a dusty mirror covered in cobwebs, as Justin unpacks his costume, listening to the Halloween music blaring.
Undressing until he is only in his boxers and a tee-shirt he grabs onto the costume, slowly slipping it on over his thin legs, and over his waist line up to his shoulders. Carefully, he places the Yoda costume over his head of wet curls. and adjusts it to feel right with his new hearing aides.
Picking up his clothes, he folds them putting the articles in his blue duffel bag. He taps the floor, getting his Halloween shoes just right, as he feels the floor give, "A trap door, but why?" he muses.

Not willing to check out his findings, he slips out the door, duffel bag in hand and heads toward the large coat rack.
Grabbing some punch, he gazes around the room, finding Lance who is dressed like R2 D2 in the corner talking to a woman in a witch costume. A tear slides down his cheek, recognizing the familiar face, even underneath the make up.
Reaching for his light saber, he pretends to battle Darth Mal, ignoring everyone else. Closing his eyes, he softly smiles. Bump!
Opening his eyes, Justin blushes, "Sorry, I was just in my own space."
She chuckles, "It's okay. I saw you standing over here, and wanted to come join you. Usually Jive throws good parties, but this one seems out of place."
"I have that feeling too," Justin admits. "I just want to get out of here. Halloween isn't for me. I........" He pauses, "Where'd she go?" He moans, being alone with his thoughts once more. Tired, he sits in a chair, next to a prop corpse.
He reasons with himself, "I could just sneak out. They'd never notice, and I'd feel a whole lot better."
"You're not going anywhere tonight, or eternity," a creepy voice whispers, leaving Justin frightened.
"We'll see," Justin mummers, searching through the sea of faces.

Chapter 5: Glowing Pumpkins

He makes his way toward his pal, Trace, hoping he can help.
Trace is dressed in a repulsive wig harboring over the candy corn. Justin catches a glimpse of Trace's designer jeans, "William Rast," and grabs onto them. "Trace, can we trade costumes?"
"Yoda, J? You want me to be Yoda? He is not even scary!"
" I.I. Don't want to stay, Trace. Strange things are happening. I think something wants me."
" Every girl in practically America and the world wants you, and has for awhile. What's the big deal?"
"The big idea Trace is it is Halloween, and I can't see these people's faces."
"Get a grip J! It will be okay! Look at that weird spinning thing, crazy!"
Justin stares at the spinning object, going into a hypnotic stance, "Glowing Pumpkins?"
Trace laughs, "Yes, go see them! They are in the crypt, below the bathroom. All your friends have seen them."

Justin staggers toward the bathroom, going inside, sitting on the floor confused, "Why am I here?"
He glances around trying to remember, seeing a pumpkin on the counter top, "Must find the glowing pumpkins," he reminds himself.
He taps the ground for several minutes, finding the trapdoor, lowering himself into the darkness.
A candle is at his side, and Justin reaches for the brightly glowing light confused, "Where are the glowing pumpkins?"
A hissing voice exclaims, "Follow the lighted path to the pumpkins."

Justin loses his balance tripping over his shoelace, and out of his trance like state. Shaking his head, he stands slowly, hearing a voice command.
"Follow me, and you will find your glowing pumpkins!"
"Trace," Justin questions, but gets no answer. "I am getting tired, and want to go home." Still no response. "Trace, I..I..I.. mean it. I know I have played some tricks on you, and I am sorry, but I want this night to end."
"Going home is not an option. It is going to be a long, long night, and so you must conserve your energy. We would not want you falling asleep, in the midst of this nightmare. You may never wake up," the Ghoul taunts. "Look at the candle in the corner. I know you want too. You need to see the glowing pumpkins, Justin."
Justin keeps his head down, "No way! Give me my friends!"
The ghoul snickers, "They are your friends, and are all waiting for you to join them! Do not disappoint them."
Refusing to adhere to the creature, Justin stands still, feeling a cold chill run through his body, as he hears a voice inside his head, "You will go see the pumpkins. You must listen to this voice, and do as I say. LOOK CLOSELY AT THE CANDLE! THE CANDLE WILL GUIDE YOU TO YOUR FRIENDS, JUSTIN."

Like a Zombie, Justin drifts through the crypt, heavily in a deep hypnotic state.
Stopping in front of the glowing pumpkins, He sits down on the ground, waiting patiently for his next cue. His arms fall at his sides, making contact with a grave.

He stares blankly at a spinning circle, going deeper into trance. He repeats what the evil voice tells him, "I am your pumpkin," as his eyelids become droopy. "I am from your pumpkin patch," he mumbles.
His mind wanders, as sleep overcomes him. The ghoul places him into a wagon.

A figure steps in front of him. She is dressed all in black, with a veil over her eyes."I am here repaying a favor."
"For what?" he asks.
"You risked your life for me." it explains." Taking his clammy hands she whispers, "We are running out of time. The transformation has started."
Stiffening of his joints cause him to move slowly through the burial ground. Extending his arms he moans at the prickly sensations running through them.
His cries turn to mumbles, disappearing into the night.
Stopping at the pumpkin patch he plops to the ground, feeling heavy, and stuffed. Rolling to the warmest side he attempts to run his hands along his frame, but his arms will not seem to allow it. He grumbles having the urge to move his hands in an upright position, and there is some sort of pressure on his head.
The few colors he can make out are blending together, getting lighter, but he can still roll, and with that maybe he can escape this creature's clutches.
He believes, he can break the spell, if he can get away. The touch of cold hands against his frame, causes him chill bumps. A weird sensation runs through him, as he is cut from the pumpkin patch, and the creeper brings him to be with his friends.

The glowing pumpkins scare him, though he cannot make out their faces. Everything is confusing, as thoughts run through his mind, and he hears the pumpkins talking, but cannot quite understand them.
He seems to be in a transiting stage, stuck between two different forms. The ghoul shows him a glowing pumpkin. It is blurry, and warm against him. It makes him feel strange, and he is able to see things again, but not like before. Everything is bright, and something cold is underneath him, some sort of table, as he rolls to the side, noting he has gained weight, making movement difficult.
Something pokes him, and he sighs, as the creature pulls at his stem, and vine. He smiles thrilled that he has not been fully disconnected from the vines. He communicates to the limb to get away from the ghoul's clutches, but she will not allow it.
She rubs his surface with her cold hands, and he begins to think of a long sleep, turning a deeper orange.
With his world getting fuzzier, and an odd sensation in his side arouses him to roll on his side onto a cool rubbery smooth surface.
Chanting voices yell, "You must save us, and she shall help you for your good deeds."
A soft moan escapes from him at the sudden tingly wet feeling.
"He is ready for display," he hears the ghoulish creature snicker, as he argues with the female.
"He is still moving," she points out.
"It is just a reaction to the spray. His exterior is stiff, and his breathing has slowed dramatically, as he goes into a deep sleep. He will awake, and it will be too late. Maybe next year somebody will figure how to stop me from living off these foolish individuals."

Chapter 6: A Soft Spot

On display, Justin sighs helplessly, as he feels the touch of human hands, "A soft spot," he listens to the human tell their friends, "he's no good with that marking."
Warmness surrounds his inner core, as slight pressure on his insides occur, and he finds a way to roll on his side, as fingers grasp his plump frame. "I'll get you down, before you cause more trouble," she tells him. "The ghoul must be tricked, by looking into his glowing pumpkins, which will reverse, and release all the lost souls. You have not given up, so he may not have your soul, only your body is in his possession."
He wonders how his soul is captured, as the candle burns inside of him, and his eyes flicker in the darkness. Being in the middle of all the pumpkins fear sets into him. He is much larger than the others, stronger willed, and the only jack-o-lantern with a soft spot.

With the dimming of the candle inside, he grows weary, awaiting the ghoul.
The sound of a lighter sends a shiver through his core, and his eyes lighten with fiery glow, as if the Devil has control of him.
"Look at me," he shouts angrily, but the ghoul refuses Justin's proposal. Feeling a strength surge through him, he lunges forward, knocking the ghoul to his knees.
"This has never happened before," he stammers. "This boy is different, and must be stopped."
He is no match for Justin, as he watches the young man bounce about like a crazed basketball.
He falls victim to the burning light, as silence, and a sense of peace fill the air.
"Their souls are free," The good Spirit informs him.
"But what about our bodies?" he questions.
"Some will return others will not," she replies.
"And mine?" he asks.
"Oh your day shall come to be human, after your much needed sleep," she says rubbing his outer layer with lubricant to protect it from rotting. "You're going to start to feel nice and cozy," she says.
He falls asleep waking in human form, but with the mind set of a plant temporarily, or maybe not!? You never really can tell whose being a good ghoul and whose being a bad ghoul, and perhaps there was only one to begin with!?

The Legend of Lumberjack Joe

2006-10-04T19:36:00.000-04:00

The adirondack moutains is the picturest setting for so many storries. With the changging of the leaves, and the days getting darker work must be done to keep yourself warm. In the centuary we live in we can get heat by pressing a button, but one-hundred years ago when Lumberjack Joe lived in these parts that was not the case. It has been said that this lumberjack is still hanging around, and some say when the wind begins to hallow, and the trees of his labor shake knocking off the leaves an old man's voice can be heard in the distance.
Now Joe he lived alone, and worked in the woods from sunrise to sunset never paying minds to the change of weather. Others had warnned Joe of the rain storm that was comming, and he could clearly see the bolts of lightning, and hear the crashes and roars of thunder, as his body grew chilled. He sat beneath a tree leaned over with deep gasping breaths with no one else around to hear or see him. He closed his eyes and thought of a way to escape as the wind lashed against his skin.
Standing at the slightest break in the storm he rushed toward a cabin falling into a muddy mess of a pit, as he felt his leg give way, and knew there was nothing else he could do.

Jack's still out there I believe watching for someone to make the same mistake as him. Look where his fingers dug into his murky grave, and see his tools of the day appear by his barriel ground. Feel the coldness of his boney fingers as he attempts to free himself on these bitter fall days. Step away from Jack's pit before he pulls you in, and follow the rusty old sign out of the woods before it is too late, or Jack will be sure to invite you into his company, for he knows not how to get out of his hole he has dug for himself, and perhaphs netheir do you.

Closed Door

2006-10-02T23:44:00.000-04:00

Slowly, I approached my door with my cat in my arms. The door creaks open, and I peak inside to find it empty. Moving inside I strip my clothes and joke that whatever is in the room may leave.
Moments later, the door pops open and a chill runs through me, as I scurry into bed for a night of odd dreaming. Waking I am aware in my mind that someone will be calling to cancel today's plans, as it occured in my dream that evening. Surely enough there is that dread phone call and my mother telling me that a relative of the woman who was to come over had passed away.

E-Mail My Heart

2006-09-21T22:57:00.000-04:00

It just doesn't happen does it you wish something and then it happens, and something beyond your wildest dreams comes out of it? It happened to me a few years back. I'm an avaid fan of Micheal Jordan that dude is truly amazing and awes me. As most fans of anyone these days we make up e-mails using our favorite star's likeness. That's not entirely amazing. It's just part of life of fans and their obessions with celeberties. My name is Justin but lately everyones been calling me JT. Its not esential to my story anyway, just a little extra tidbit on me.
I was scemeing up an e-mail that ould be great and use Micheal's favorite #, and was really annoyed that somebody had taken the one I had entered, so I yelled "I wish I knew who took the e-mail I wanted."
I have to say what happened next has definately made me think before I speak. It had been a month or more and I was preparing my dinner when I came back to my computer I had a message of plea from a girl who was interested in me due to my profile. I could tell she was very uneasy as she talked of how she hated everything in her life, and I talked to her on and off pleaing with her to get help, and some how I got her through her messes, and then I realized something piculiar she had that e-mail adress I wanted, and my my jaw drops as I tell her and she says I can have it if I want, but I could not accept, because it didn't feel right, but saving her life couldn't have been a better reward when all I wanted to begin with was a e-mail confessing my love to a celeberity whom will never see it.

Memphis Ties

2006-09-18T18:34:00.000-04:00

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL REFERENCES/ALCHOOL AND OTHER THINGS THAT ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES!
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Tag line: Even famous people must sometimes find out the hard way how life can be unfair.

His vision blurs sitting on the hardwood flooring, holding a glass clumsily in his hands.
The pregnant woman beside him laughs,"I got the hottest guy in music drunk."
His eyes are red with pain, and his cheeks are stained with tears,"No more pain," he slurrs, "noregrets." Justin attempts standing, and looks around the room,once on his feet, "This is like that sh** boat. Everything is spinning or coming in some direction."
She reaches for his arm,"Keep it down. The landlord already hates my pregnant a**."
"But, I'm on a tilt-a-whirl," he manages, stumbling over his feet.
"You are going sit back on the d*** floor," she half demands, pushing him onto the ground.
He whimpers momentarily, unable to control his actions,"I'm still spinning, but everything's getting dark, and I'm feeling sleepy."

He groans, waking to complete darkness, as the inside of his head pounds, like a drum.
Slowly, his fingers move along the dirty floor searching for his keys. Grasping onto the cold metal, he lets out a relieved sigh.
"You're a** is going nowhere, Timberlake," a woman whispers grabbing the keys from his hand easily.
"But they need me," he whines, attempting to stand, failing miserably,"My legs why won't they work for me?"
"Because, you're drunk. You're brain aint getting the signals."
Signals?" he questions with confusion. He reaches for her hand, missing,"Sh**signals." He mumbles, feeling the need to lean against the wall, before vomiting onto himself, "allreadyforhome."
She pulls off his top,"Come with me, Justin," she says barely above a whisper, getting him on his unsteady feet, and ushering him to a room.

His body is wet with sweat, as he finds his way to the unfamiliar bed, and feels her hands against his skin. She works her way over his body with delicacy, something he hasn't felt in a long time.
An amused sigh escaped his lips, when she presses around his special spot. He feels it bulge, and stiffen, as she throws his jeans into a Conner of the room.
His mind wanders.
He attempts to get up, but his body is too weak from the alchool, "Gottogethome," he cries.
"You are, so just relax." Her hand moves along his waistline. She half giggles,listening to his grunts growing fainter, "Time for sleep J."

Waking, his eyes can't seem to quite focus on the surroundings, and his head hurts to the point of crying, and his body,"Why am I naked? he asks coldly.

"You like to sleep that way," the woman from last night answers, as she walks into the room, pulling her hair back into a scrunchies. "It really doesn't matter Just. All that matters is you're OK."
"I don't feel okay," he croaks, pulling the blanket over his lower body. "I want to be home."
"What exactly would you call home?" She smiles sitting next to him.
"Home is where I feel safe, or so I thought up until those creeps robbed me." He closes his eyes, "I just needed some time to breathe, after all that sh**! Things should be normal, so I won't be forced into some physacatric home."
"I doubt it'll come down to that."

His home is a mess, as he slumps onto the hardwood distraught and angry. He wraps his arms around his legs protectively, "Better soon,"he slurs, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.

His mother moves his limp body to his bed,"Justin," she says, but he makes no movement or sound.
He hears a faint voice calling his name, and slowly comes too.
"Are you okay Justin?" His mother asks with concern.
He blinks at the tears stinging his eyes,"Trying to be." He pauses, and looks toward the window,"Who is the pretty lady outside Mom?"
Lynn shrugs,and gazes out the frame,"Nobody is out there, love."
"She is such a pretty person Mom. I wish you could see her."
Lynn smiles,"I wish I could." Her fingers run through his curls, as he drifts to sleep.

"You like it here," the pregnant woman chuckles, pulling the door open.
"This place is like a crack house," he admits."When my doctor told me it'd be good to see something worse than than the hell I'd been living I laughed. Nobody would expect a pop star in his prime to be hanging around a hole like this. Somehow I've become addicted to this joint. I thought about doing handyman work."
"You?" She raises her eyebrows,"What exactly can a boy like you do, other than sit on my floor and sulk?"
"I was thinking of fixing the floorboards. They left me with some nasty bruises, being all jagged."

After fixing the boards, he sits on the floor. His tired expression meets the woman who took his keys last night.
Her eyes search his looking for anything positive, but he is lost in himself.
"How's it been?" she asks knowingly.
"Oh, it's been you know kinda crazy, and I haven't felt too well."
"You're going back out on the road soon. That ought to be special......"
Sniffling he turns his head in the other direction, "I suppose. I'm going to miss it here."
"You can always come and visit," she smiles sitting on the floor next to him.
"This place won't be here when I come back. It has nothing anybody, but you and I would want. This place is sh**, when it comes to looks. I've seen places in third world countries with more light. You come here, and it is like I'm sucked into a fu'**in hole of darkn ess. I half like, but the other part of me hates this place, warning me that the devil plays hard here. He wants me to fall into this hell hole, and be damned, because my life seemed so heavenly before, and now I live as if I have no life. Those men took away my soul, and spitted it back at me in a million pieces. I don't ever think my life will be the same. I don't even know if I can look past it all."
Kissing his forehead, she whispers, "You will. Close your eyes."
"I'm not in the mood," he whimpers, as her hands run down his sweaty undershirt,"Come on Just," she encourages, pulling his shirt down over his bruised abdomen,"you and I need to talk in the bedroom."
"No," he yells jerking his head to the side.
"Shh," he hears closing his eyelids tightly, but something inside of him is telling him to obey.

Giving in, she drags him to the bedroom. His head of curls rests against her shoulder, "Justin look at me," she demands. His blue eyes focus on her blurry face. "Don't be afraid. I know you are starting to remember the girl that only you could see..."
"What girl?" he questions. "You're talking crazy."
"No Just, my twin sister came to you. She told me."
"You have a twin Val?" He blinks at the tears stinging his eyes.
"Yes, but she is no longer here at least not physically. She thinks you are a very special guy."
"No, I'm just a dude trying to make life work," he manages, and I think it is insane to fathom that those that have gone before us have come back......" He pauses suddenly feeling cold.
"She's working her magic right now, JMan, by making your non-believing a** chilled.
"More so y'all didn't pay the electric bill and the company aint too pleased. I can afford it, if you want me to pay."
"That isn't it! Now listen to your heart! You can be so difficult at times," she yaps.
"I can't deal with made up sh**! Next you'll tell me about a lovely little fairy who can grant my every wish. This is the real world, crackhead or not. You have too see the difference."
"I'm not going to tell you about a fu'**in fairy, or that Santa is going to come down your fancy a** chimney. What I'm telling you is the God's honest truth Timberlake. You're going to see that one way or another, eventually."
What is that some effed up threat?" he grumbles distancing himself from her.
"I am not about making threats. You'll see soon enough."
"I am tired of all this," he sobs walking toward the door."I want out."
She grabs at his hands,"Stay, you're a mess."
"Because of you," he groans
"You wanted to live the idol life! I wasn't the one who broke into your classy home. You put yourself out there. You cannot blame me for that," she states grabbing his chin harshly, "Look at me."
"I can't," he moans, taking a deep breath,"I just need out. No more commitments."
Her hand creases his peachy face,as her free hand wraps around his body,"You aren't thinking. Just relax," but he moves out of her grasp, taking off out the door.

Two a.m., Justin coughs shuttering at the terrible sensation running through his head,"Momma?" he chatters hoarsely in the darkness.
Silence surrounds his achy frame. Lifting his head from the hard surface, he winces at the shooting pain through his skull.
"Fu**," he mummers as his eyes focus on the red sticky substance covering his hands. Reaching for napkins in the glove compartment, he wipes away the blood, leaning his head against the leather interior of his Chevy.
His body shakes violently,as he eyes the river, inches from him,"I shouldn't be here."
"You have a purpose for being here tonight," a voice calls out, "hang in there. You're going to make it through this."
"I'm so tired,and cold, and my head......" He grabs his scalp,"Hurts."
A bright blinding light surrounds his motionless frame. He senses it enveloping him, sucking him into an unknown universe. Justin opens his mouth to speak, but no words he can utter, as his eyelids grow heavy, and he drifts into a deep sleep.

Six-forty-three a.m.,His eyes flutter in the dim lit room,"Momma?" he questions nervously receiving no answer he sighs.
"Shh," a womanly voice whispers.
"I need to see Momma," he tries weakly.
"In time Justin. You're not doing too well right now, and need your rest." She gently pats his hand,"Tell me about what happened last night?"
"I lost my balance on a stupid rock," he shrugs.
"You're not telling me everything, and I need to know to help you."
"I'm too damn tired for this." His eyelids droop,"So sleepy."
Covering his body with a heated blanket, she glances at the numerous monitors,"Do you want me to call Val, and tell her to come down?"
Val?" He ponders the thought, racking his brain, remembering who Val is,"sure."

Eleven-thirty a.m.,"What were you thinking?"
"I had no idea what I was getting myself into," he sobs."I'm so sorry. You can leave, if you want too."
"I have no plans to go anywhere," Val declares.
"You really care about me," he shutters,"and I'm so stupid for not letting you in."
"Let's not worry about this right here. You have a nasty bump on your head. I'll take you home with me...."
"I want to be alone, my own home, even if it is broken."
"No, you're not stable, and I can't even think how your mother will react to all this," she grimaces.
He slowly sits dizzily,"My real home is where I need to be," he pleads."
"Fine, I'll drive you there, but were not staying. Grab some personal items, and then were heading back to the apartments."
"Whatever," he sighs, as his breathing begins to slow.

This is the room that still has the warmth and compassion he loves most. A baby grand piano is the centerpiece of the empty living room: Justin's heart and sole linger within the ivroy keys. Whether he pounces or delicately tackles the keys he finds great comforter.
The sun bounces of his dull color face,as his fingers move into place. He cringes at the growing nauseated feelings running through his body.
They wash away. The music whisks him from the trouble suffocating his mind, body and soul, as Val watches him in utter amazement.
He pulls himself from the keys, gazing at his bag of personal items,"I guess I'm ready."
"Good," she says linking her arm around his waistline for support.

"You don't pack lightly do you?" she chuckles,"If I didn't know better I'd think you were Santa."
"Santa doesn't exist, so there's no comparison. It really isn't much, or at least I don't think it is." He rests his head against the interior,"I'll put something back if you think should."
"I'm not letting you step foot in that house of horrors for a long time," she dishearteningly admits.
"But Momma is going to wonder...."He pauses shakily, "I'm going to have to at least talk to Momma."
"I'm not holding you back from speaking with your mother, Justin. I just don't thing you are ready to face her, after you're Stormy night. You cannot keep living like you do. Does she know how unhappy you are?"
"She's unclear about me, and my life after the break in. She doesn't want to believe I'm broken, and I want nothing to do with the ties that bound me. I never wanted her to feel like I've dejected her, but Memphis isn't for me anymore. I'm don't know where it would be right...." He stops wiping at the tears burning his blue orbs. "I want to get this right," he sobs, at the car comes to an abrupt halt.
"You will," he hears, as a chill runs through his spine.
"Who said that?" he questions eyes wide with worry?"
"Said what, Justin?" she implies.
"Somebody said I will find my way," he deeply breathes.
"You can," she smiles, bringing her arms around his frail form, in hopes that he won't continue on about the voice,"Shh."
"Take me home," he cries with desperation.
"We'll be there shortly," she assures,"Try to relax, Justin."

The apartment is chilly, as Val wraps a blanket around his troubling form, "Are you feeling better after your nap in the car?"
He shrugs his shoulders,"Not at all. Why won't you talk to me about the voice? Is it because I'm going crazy?"
"Because you didn't want to deal with the woman I told you about before, and I doubt you are willing to believe, just yet."
He questions, "Am I in some kind of weird cult?"
"No, ghosts happen, and one just so happens to be my sister."
"You're right, I'm not ready to deal with this. Sorry for sounding insensitive," he sighs sadly,"Something has to change, and soon."
"Things always have a way of working themselves out. Give it time, Just."
"I'm not sure I can," he weeps softly into her worn tee-shirt,"Am I savable?"
"Of course you are," She pats his back,"You want to rest in here while I go speak to Alley?"
"I suppose," he closes his eyes, leaning against his pillow.

He awakes to darkness, and distant chatter,"Alone again," he muses shifting his distraught form to the side of the bed. His fingers run along his bruised scalp, and down his battered sweaty facial features. "Nobody fu**in wants me," he breathes heavily.
"They're all probably sh** wasted, and forgot all about the damaged star sleeping in the room not too far from them....
Footsteps, he hears them, as the sounds of voices fade from his ears. Loud and clunky shoes hitting the old wooden boards, coming closer send Justin into a tailspin.
"Anyone in here?" a husky man shouts, pounding on the door.
Gasping, Justin watches the door handle, and then the door fly open revealing a bulky man in uniform. He squints at the gruff figure flashing a light.
"Sir you'll have to get up. We've been stinging this place for the last week."
"Sh**," Justin seethes under his breath, as he quickly pulls the sheets from himself, and stands before the man.
"I won't do anything, if you come with me. Hands behind your back."
Justin cringes, as his head fills with a deep blistery sensation. The icy cuffs against his skin burn, as they grow tighter.
"Out with you now,' the officer demands.

Sitting on the floor, he watches the police search the apartment. His body trembles, knowing he is next.
"An injection," he states to himself, as his blue eyes grow wide,"He wants to shoot me up with whatever @#$% is in there to get something out of me."
His eyes are menacing trying to look at every nook and cranny on Justin's body, "This will all be over soon," he grumbles, taking Justin's nightshirt sleeve, and lifting it quickly.
Another officer questions, "What's your name son?"
"Justin," he stutters softly, turning to face this new man. He closes his eyes feeling an intense jab in his arm.

Twenty minutes later, Justin yawns drowsily attempting to focus on his surroundings. Everything is fuzzy, coming out of the sedation drugs.
"You are in the hospital again," a womanly voice says.
"Cause I fu@#ed up," he replies growing angry.
"You made a bad choice, but it will be okay. You need to move on. Val is so sorry about all this."
"Now, the world thinks I'm a criminal," he sobs.
"No, they were informed it was a misunderstanding. It will blow over, like your attitude should."
"I would try if something started to go right for a change," he explains, as his voice becomes hoarser.

The next morning,"Momma," Justin says with fear evident his deep blue eyes,"I'm not ready for another interview like this."
"Just tell them what we discussed Justin. We'll get through this."
"That's just it Mom, I'm not about to lie. I had that concussion long before landing my a@@ in that crack house. I have connections with them. I'm not about to give them hell when they did more good for me than bad. Val that girl is amazing..."
"Justin, that is no place for you to be living. It is got they were exposed like this, before you got hurt."
"Hurt?" His eyes grow wide, "Hurt was me being dejected by my own mother after three guys decided to break in, hold me a gun point and tell me I was a fu'@#er, and shouldn't be alive. You tried to pass it off as something I could easily get over, but I hadn't. When you started realizing what a wreck I was, you sent me to see this weird man who smelled like bad Colene, and only cared to take me on because I had buckets of money to keep him in business, as long as my paycheck would keep going up. He told me to go see how the real world is, visiting a home full of people on drugs. I learned a lot from these guys."
"I never meant to hurt you, by doing that. I figured the doctor knew a lot better than I would have.' Her hand runs along is back creating soothing motion, "Shh, you can call this off and you and I can spend some time together to think this all through...."
His tired blues wander the room, before meeting hers, "I owe this to my fans to stay true. I have to do this for them to understand my reasoning."
"Okay Justin," she says turning on her heels to walk out of the room.

Five p.m., Justin answers the phone in a raspy sounding voice,"Hello?"
"Hey there J Man, sorry about all that. The police released me finding nothing to convict me of, other than being in the wrong place at the right time."
"I miss you Val," he sighs, and closes his eyes.
She inquires, "You want me to stop by later?"
"That'd be great," his voice full of desperation.

"You've done some organizing," she laughs.
'I had to get to it eventually. It may help to get past the trama, I've faced. Mostly, it's a lot of glass. They mutilated my costome picture frames."
She bends to the floor gazing at the destroyed photos, eyeing one piticular photograph,"Do you know who this girl is?"
He shrugs his shoulders,"I can't think straight," he mumbbles running his fingers along the healing facial bruises. His eyelids are heavy, and reasonably swollen.
"How is your head feelling?' she asks with concern.
"Sleepy from the pain medications," he sighs.

She clould listen to him play the piano for hour with ease.
He stops abruptly, at the sensation of somebody's hand's atop of his, "Stop," he seethes, "fuc**n stop please."
His head shoots in every direction, "what is this?"
Val grasps his hands, "No one is here, Just. Keep playing.
"I hear her. Why can't you?" He wipes at the tears stinging his saphire eyes.
"I'm not sure," she sighs.
He pounds on the keys, closing his eyes, and falling into a trance like state. His breaths slow, as the rockish meldoy lulls to a ballady masterpiece.

Later, his eyes drift from face to face. There's a sea of eyes starring trying to figure him out, understand where he is comming from.
He steps forward into the disco light, and quickly grabs the microphone. His voice is smooth, and soothing, and he pulls it off seeming in good sprits, when inside he couldn't be more broken.
His newest album is selling like hotcakes. A small smile forms on his face at this accomplishment, but it quickly fades when someone in the audience reminds him of the atttack, "Why didn't you give it to them? You act all big and mighty in these songs, but really you're a @#$%!"
Justin half shouts, "I was fu**in scared, ya know? When somebody has a gun to your head unless you're physco you aint gonna fight it at the chance they'll blow your brains out. I'm here to preform, and that's what I'm gonna do."

The fans are gone, and he is safe in her arms in his bedroom, "Shhh," she says,"You're with me now, and everything is going to be okay."
"I believe you," he whispers,"more than ever, I do."
"You'll always have a place with me," she tells him, pushing the fine curls from his eyes.
"Memphis ties us together. No other location will ever be as special as Memphis, even after the heart break...."
She kisses his head lovingly, as his eyes close.
"He's falling fast for you," her sister smiles, "just like I had said."
"It's early yet," Val replies," and he is still struggling to survive, anything else happens, and he made need to be hospitalized. He's so lost in himself he can't cope with what is around him."
"Sometimes bad brings the good out of people, and Justin is one of them. He hasn't climbed to the peak of the hill yet."
Val shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know what you are getting at."
"You'll see shortly," she says before vanishing into thin air.

The ringing of his cell phone wakes him, "Hello?"
"Mr. Timberlake, I have some unfortunate news, I need you to come down to the police station, because we believe we have found your biological father and step-mom perished in a car wreck."
"I'll be right there," he breathes unsteadily.

At the station, Justin gasps at the two boys sitting with a female officer.
"Justin," the children cry, as he approaches them, with his heart caught in his throat.
"Are you two okay?"
Jonathan the oldest wipes at his eyes,"We want Mommy and Daddy."
Bending down, Justin embraces them,"I'm not sure we can have them." He sniffles, and picks Steven off the ground holding him tightly in his arms,"We're going to get through this together." He wraps his freehand around Jonathan's fingers, "I have go talk to the policemen. I promise to be back in a few minutes. The nice police woman will watch you for a bit more, okay?"
The two kids nod their heads, as Justin places Steven in her arms, and walks away.

Bye Bye Bye Germs

2006-09-16T18:07:00.000-04:00

I’m doing this tonight,
My immune system’s gonna put up a fight,
But, hey germs come on,
I hated you endlessly,
When you infected me,
Now, its time to say so long,
I know that I can’t take no more.
It ain’t know lie,
I want to see you out that door.
Bug, Bye, bye, bye,
Bye, bye.

Bye, Bye,
Don’t wanna be a tool for you,
As, you multiply on through,
You may hate me, but ain’t no lie,
Parasite, bye, bye, bye,
You had to make it tough,
I’ve had more than enough,
This is a little crazy, come on
But it ain’t no lie,
Evil, creature, bye, bye, bye.

Oh, oh,
Just hitting you will the truth,
Now, Watchya gonna do,
Since, my one on one with you,
Germs come on,
I live for me not you,
Suffering I’ve come to see,
Life would be better with you gone.

I know that I can’t take no more.
It ain’t know lie,
I want to see you out that door.
Buggy, Bye, bye, bye!
Don’t wanna be a tool for you,
As, you multiply on through,
You may hate me, but ain’t no lie,
Parasite, bye, bye, bye,
Bye, bye,

I’m not giving into you,
Doing what it takes to rid of you,
Bye, bye,
You’re checkin out,
For sure,
And I could not ask for more.

Don’t wanna be a tool for you,
As, you multiply on through,
You may hate me, but ain’t no lie,
Para, bye, bye, bye,

You had to make it tough,
I’ve had more than enough,
And it ain’t no lie, organism [bye, bye bye]
Bye, bye

Don’t wanna be a tool for you, [ I don’t want to be a tool for you.]
As, you multiply on through,
You may hate me, but ain’t no lie,
Para, bye, bye, bye,

You had to make it tough, [You had to make it tough]
I’ve had more than enough, [ Thad I had enough.]
This is a little crazy,
But it ain’t no lie,
Evil, creature, bye, bye, bye.

A day or Two Ago

2006-09-08T02:22:00.000-04:00

A day or two ago,
Never would have understood,
That blessed gift,
You've given to me.
Swalled in a blanket,
Blue as his eyes,
Has you're nose,
And smile wide,
A reminder of you,
And everything you bring,
In this life,
A day or two ago,
Never would have known,
What man and woman could create,
A bond deeper than I could ever have,
A connection of life and energy,
Mergeing two to one,
For an undiscrible gift,
To cherish forever more.

Justin's eyes

2006-09-07T01:55:00.000-04:00

Running his fingers along the icy exterrior of the weather stone, a chill trickles over his weary frame.
Snow flurries swirl, before topping leaves that have long lost their lust, and cover a ground already frozen from previous frosts.
The sound of an engine rings through his ears, and he stumbbles away from the grave, hoping to find a way out of his misserey.
No soul would be willing to stop, or so it seems on this bitter day in late fall, when tepetatures are dangerously frightning, and a legend is being retold.

What's this I hear about fabricated tales of ghosts and creatures that linger inside the cemetary gate? There's no such things as that. It is all about one's imagination and frightning your little brother or sister when they are being a pain.
For I have been comming here for quite some time, and nothing scares me, so what's the point. I am cold and am looking for something to eat, and there is a motorist up ahead.
He is rather young, a business type young man in a vest, and nicely groomed pants. His has a heart warmming smile, as he takes a few uneasy steps, before lowering himself to the ground where he reveals his braces. He stands painstakingly, before turnning his head toward the gate.
He wipes the tear quickly that moments ago streamed over his red cheeks, and turns away. Looking again, he takes a step forward balancing himself before comming to the locked gate. He turns around disheartingly, as he hears a voice yell, "STOP," and his attention turns to the man inside.
"You want to be in here?"
"Sir,I don't want to get you in trouble or anything. I'll come back when that gate is open. It can wait."
"It's not a problem Kiddo," the man smiles reaching into his pocket, as if searching for the key. Openinng the gate, the young man steps inside.
"It's so cold today," he says sticking his hands into his pockets, "How can you wear that?"
"Son," the older man begins,"I've come accostumed to these conditions."
"That's really unfortunate, Sir," he sighs uneasily. "I just wanted to bring my grandfather some flowers. I don't usual get out much because of these legs of mine don't work right. I work in some building printing papers, but today we had off on account of the holiday. I wanted to visit with him. I'm sure he knows, but Grandma is missing him. She is well otherwise."
"Well, that is sweet of you to do such a thing. Most boys are out haunting the town, or getting ready too."
"I'll have my grandma Carolina's pie," he smiles, "that's all a growing young man needs, not all these already preperduced canddies."
He bends, as his legs tremble, and places the flowers upon the grave, "Thank you," he says to the man.
"No thank you for the visit," the older man grins,before reaching into his pocket to hand him a round gold coin. "You take this to your grandmother."
"I will. Thank you sir."

That evening, Justin sits in a chair as his grandmother takes a seat next to him,"Did you visit with Grandpa today?"
He nods,"And I met a man that didn't have warm clothes on. He gave me a coin to give to you. I said I would."
She gently pats his hand,as he shows her the coin, "Oh, Justin this is a very rare coin from back when your grandfather was in the service."
"Not crazy Grandma," Justin slurrs,"my brain's not broken."
"I never said you were Justin. People don't understand that you are a special boy."
"Because I see things others can't," he says cautiously.
"Yes," she smiles kissing his forehead.
"Momma don't see you anymore," Justin says sadly.
"Only certain people can see me, and other special people. Your mom chooses to believe once you leave your body everything ends, but one day she will learn differently my love."

"Justin," his mom states who are you talking too?"
He shrugs his shoulders,"The puppy."
Lynn studdies her sickly son, "Are you sure?"
He nods his head sleepily, and turns toward the empty chiar.
Lyn questions,"Why are you so fastinated in the chair?"
He shrugs his shoulders,"Grandma Carolina likes it."
"You're a silly boy Justin Randal Timberlake," she laughs sadly.
"What did my boy do on his day off?"
"Vist Grandpa's special place," he tells her.
"Did you see Grandpa?"
"No silly Mom," he responds,"I don't remember him like Grandma. I saw a nice old man in funny old clothes. He gave me a special coin for my granny," he beams,"and let me in to give Gramps pretty flowers. I like him Mom."
"That's sweet dear I'm sure Grandpa and Granny enjoyed their gifts."
"They do," he tells her softly.
After she exits he says,"Granny, I hope Grandpa is making you happy in heaven, and that gold coin will give you what you need to move on in life."

Room 119

2006-09-05T22:11:00.000-04:00

A window hides behind the bathroom door, looking at those passing on their merry way. The only light to enter the dim light room.
The lights are not in working order, and a sense of not being alone fills the lonely room. Looking outward at the pale yellow decour doesn't help to paint a happier mood.
A creaking door moves by it's self, as I sit on a bed looking onward.

Night brings a guest to my room. A young boy in summer attire with sandly blonde hair looks inward eyes wide with wonderment, Charlie comes to mind, as I stare at his small frame. His intention is confusing as I lay motionless, and he is gone in a flash.
Night two Charlie returns to his favorite haunt standingoutside of my door looking at me this time with questioning eyes.

Morning comes and I head toward the bathroom suddenly distracted by the window. A shiny object catches my eye, and I pick up the metal piece inspecting it,"Troupe 408," is inscribed on it, and I begin to wonder if something had happened to him tragiclly.
My eyes focus on the young boy once more, but this time standing outside of the window, and it suddenly occurs to me how he had lost his young life.

The Three Little Pigs: The Untold story......

2006-07-13T03:42:00.000-04:00

"There once lived three little pigs, sound familiar?"
"Three cunning, crazy, and highly wise pigs, I might add," says a voice.
"Whose telling this story me or you Piggly Wiggly?"
"You, but undoubtly it will lack the juicy gossip you can find in the grocery store isle."
"We want the people to know the truth, and I have NEVER seen you pigs in any of those dispiteful publications."
Pggly Wiggly pulls out "Distructive Pigs Weekly," grinning,"Right here we are Mate."
"Oh, you must not be trying to pull the wool over my eyes. That is not you in those photos. Now, may I get on with my story?"
"No, you may not or we will protest! You are missing the esentials, you have the meat but without the gravy, you're as bland, as a suguar free cupcake. Speaking of cakes, you happen to have some?"
"I have no such thing Piggly, and I will continue with this story, as these lovely folks paid money to see this."
"You charged somebody for this sad excuse of entertainment? You have popsicle puppets, and scencery that would only attract those that are blind, and hard of hearing."
"Well, Piggly Wiggly what would you have done?"
He scractches his chin," I'd be doing something to get the younggins up in here."
"Are you the next Jazzy Jeff or Will Smith, Pgbgly?"
Laughter erupts,"Pigs are not rappers! We are pigs, oink, oink."
"You have a point nobody will buy an album from somebody that rolls arond in the mud......."
"No, there are a few, but we are wise pigs, that love to trick him."
"Him?"
"Oh yes, the Big 'Ol Wolf, Frankie the Furious. He thinks he knows better than us,but he does not know the power of us sophisticated swine."
"Frankie is that his name? That was never talked about in these retellings of the "Three Little Pigs."
"Well, after imprisionment they changed his name. You'd have to understand all that legal mombo jumbo. Quite frankly, he's the baddest of the cool breeds of his kind."
"And where is Frankers now?"
"Jail possibly where he belongs." He pauses thoughtfully,"I'm getting hungery. You sure you don't have any pasterries on set?"
"Sorry, and we are now running behind with the perduction. I am humbbled by you stopping by, but the show must go on."

Halo

2006-06-18T01:59:00.000-04:00

Nestling between the winter branches a beautiful little angel sits eyeing the children below. His halo slips and slides with his curls going in all angles. Life is changing for this child angel, as he begins to accept his new existence.
A warm light surrounds him, inspiring every inch of his body to move a step closer to the golden gates.
Teardrops drip, drip, drip, drop to an ill-fated girl beneath the tree, for she has lost her best friend days before.
The idea that she soon too may die crosses her mind. Her pain suddenly seems to seize, as a dove appears.

Tell Tale Heart

2006-06-13T03:17:00.000-04:00

If I understood my intentions I would not be in this darkness searching for all I can remember. My eyes are constantly fixed on things only I may preceive, as normal. There is a man, Mathew,he is my friend, and hero. He comes only to me, as I sit here on the cold hardwood floor pounding. I tell him of the heart underneath the floor boards, and he smiles.
My head is hurting now, as the sound intensifies. I tell him to make it stop. He gets at my level, and begins talking in soft tones, and the heart stops.

Widening my eyes, I find myself no longer on the floor. I am sitting on a bed in a white room. The kind of room that is too clean. It is down right creepy.
This is some sort of cell of capture, but I do not care, for the heart is here, with me.
I cannot put a name to their staring faces. Everything is almost whited out in my mind, but the heart, and Mathew.
Someone is saying my name, but it is if I don't have the reasoning to respond correctly. I hear myself make strange grunting noises.
"Hush," I make out squinting at the bright light.....
The light quickly dims, as it often does, and Mathew you is standing before me.
"I am here now," he tells me joyfully, "You have been lost for so long. You may not remember me, the way you think you did."
"I...You are my hero," I tell him, as I close my eyes.
"No," he whispers,"You only remember it that way."
"I hear the heart," I say bursting with tention,"But, this time its so faint, distant, like those echoes in my head."
"Shhh," he smiles,taking my hand, and placing it over my heart,"this is yours that is beating."
"No, this is beneath the floor, and I am alive," I cry, taking an unsteady breath.
He points to the floor, lifting the boards,"I told you it was not here, but within you again."
"Again?" I gasp, and nods, a sickning expression forming on his pale features, "I was your worst enmy, and best friend. You thought you knew me, but I decieved you. I was your inner demon,strong and forceful, telling you to disguard the other voices inside of you. I talked in tones you liked. I was the one your hero, who conqueered those men in white, while you sat in your dullusion, some sort of memory of a heart that would not die. I was pushed away, as the men tried to bring you into a form of reality, but you kept reverting back to the place in your mind. I could not stop you, as I feel no pain, and enjoy a good chase. It ended suddenly, and I disappeared for some time. With your mind at rest, I have come to you to say goodye."
This is too much for me, as the ticking slows dramaticlly,and I no longer hear it, or them.

In His Shoes

2006-05-30T22:54:00.000-04:00

It's a strange thing to think about being abble to place yourself in someone else's senario. You probably think you could handle it 150 times beter than they are, but ultimately that will never come to pass. Unfortenate for me, I learned a valid lesson, in understanding my brother's view on my life, and how I view it.
His name is Jonathan Timberlake, and I rarely get to spend time with him, which I greatly regret, and am trying to make up for lost time.
I had know Idea how he he felt, until the day my life changed forever, and I no longer was the hottest ticket in town. I wasn't even old enough to know what a ticket was. I guess, I'm going too fast here, and leaving out the most important detail, Jonathan's wish, "to be in his shoes."

If Only In My Eyes......

2006-05-21T23:25:00.000-04:00

"Daddy says she's different. I don't understand. She is tiny, and pretty in her baby clothes. I love my sister.
She will never talk like me Daddy tells me. She will see angels and play with them, Daddy says.
I want to tell the angels no! I need to learn about her!
Daddy shrugs his shoulders when I cry. His arms are comforting. He carries me to Mom, and she kisses me lovingly.
She massages my back, as we go to say "Goodbye."
My sister looks at me. She sounds like somebody old trying to breathe. There are lots of noises.
The sounds stop. Her eyes close. I think she is asleep.
Daddy sighs, as I kiss her soft head, and shut my eyes to sleep. "

Angel Eyes

2006-05-20T18:58:00.000-04:00

Darkness in the Light

"Why must it be me?" the young boy with beautiful golden curls asks the older man with wings.
J.C. wraps his arms around the boy, "It is all part of his plan. Please come into the light with me," he pleads.
"I want to see that pretty lady again. She was so kind," Justin whispers, softly, as tears glisten in his sea blue eyes.
"You're not like her kiddo. You have wings. She is ready to move on with her life," he smiles.
Justin tilts his head downward, "Mr. Chasez, will she remember me?"
"Of course she will, and someday you'll see her again," he tells him reassuringly. "It's time to get out of this darkness, and go into the light," J.C. says, as Justin begins rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Shhh," J.C. coos, hearing Justin's cries get softer.

Waking from his slumbber, he streaches his arms sleepily, as the warm light hits his baby soft face. He squirms in the arms of a blond haired angel.
Justin's eyes wander around, trying to remember where he is. The images are fuzzy and white, and all his senses are dulling, aside from touch.

Light of Hope

"Justin," he hears faintly, as his blue eyes open to the Earthly light.
He makes his way to the sound of her voice, unable to see well, as memories flood his mind of their time together.
"I knew you would come once more," she says tearfully. "You're a special little angel helper, that will take the pain away from my dying child."
He floats backward, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Its okay," she whispers sadly, as the monitor flatlines..........and he awakes in a cold sweat....

Jack Daniel's

2006-05-13T23:12:00.000-04:00

Setting- an abandoned Florida warehouse where the band reherses. Old and slightly creepy this is where all the action gets under way during the hot summer months.
Era- mid 90's
Characters-
Justin Timbere is a 14 year old with light brown hair and warming blue eyes. He is the youngest member of the pop group *NSYNC and looks to the other members for advice on his career and life in general. Being in a group like *NSYNC is a life-long dream of his and he is willing to put his past behind him, but will his new found freedom and mystery friend alow it!?
Lance Bass is two years Justin's senior, and not afraid to show or tell him when he is wrong. He is a new commer to the group's previous four part dynamic, and is trying to come to an understanding with four guys who already have a brotherly bond. Using his southeren manners he wows the three older counterparts, but cannot seem to connect with Justin.
J.C. Chaez must comes to realize this group will not work if the younger two cannot get along. He is witty in finding ways to get the two into some sort of friendship, whilst the other two advise against the idea, afraid that if they are not willing to work together that is that. J.C. won't have it.
Joey Fatone he's happy go lucky, and gets along with them all. Through each struggle he puts on a smile and caries on, despite the outcome. Justin admires him for being so happy all the time, and Lance wisely uses Joey to understand Justin's inner-depth.
Chris Kirkpatrick is the oldest, but certaintly not the maturest of the group. He finds that if they work hard enough and leave their differences behind that the sun will come out of the clouds.
Jack Daniels is an unusual young man with pale skin tone, piecrcing blue eyes, and he has the power to change Justin for better or worse.

Sitting on a worn out cot with a dull sheet over it, Justin blinks his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Tilting his head to the side at the call of his name, he catches the waterbottle Lance is sending in his direction.

An awkward expression casts over Justin's features, as he consumes the water.
"Justin," Lance says, "You and I need to talk about yesterday......"
Unresponsive, Justin places the bottle on the nightstand, and begins walking towards the door."
"Oh no you don't," a tall man with darkish brown hair implies, as he steps in front of the youngest band mate. We can work anything out."
"J.C. I.I.I., need some air," he insists softly.
"No Justin, you cannot keep ignoring Lance. He made a mistake when he said what he did. You need to let it go. It wasn't......," but Justin is quick to cut his friend off in a teary voice, 'You know why C.' "I do," J.C. replies, "I understand that what you're going through isn't easy."
Turning his head toward Lance, he lifts up his pant legs, revealing to Lance his disapponitment.
Stepping forward Lance sighs deeply, "How long have you had artifical legs?"
"About a year and a half," Justin admits, "It sure beats using a wheelchair all the time."
"I would've never known. You walk well with them," Lance smiles, hoping to get Justin to open up. Do you ever take them off?"
"Before I go to sleep, or they will irratate my skin," Justin tells him slowly. He closes his eyes in deep thought, not ready to reveal his story.

"Ouch Momma," Justin cries, as he has help removing his prostetics. His head rests against a soft pillow. Justin's breathing slows, and he begins to drift away, when he asks, "Do you think Jack will ever come back?"
Sitting at Justin's bedside, his Mom, Lynn, talks to him soothingly, "No Sweetheart, he can no longer cause you pain."
His eyelids flutter ,momentarily, open in response, "I still hurt," he reminds her.
Lynn brushes the fine curls from his eyes, "I know you do," she whispers.

Waking to the sound of his mother's comforting voice, his blue eyes open. Grips on his bed make it easier for him to move his body, until he can wear his faux legs.

Wobbly on his feet early in the morning, Justin starts to gain better control of his muscles, as he walks through the house.

He is back to dancing with his band mates, by late afternoon into the wee hours.
Lance is cautious to remark on Justin's legs, and how he lost the use of his limbs.
Justin is so normal, Lance thinks, "He's bright, and able to dance pretty good, with a few limatations. Why isn't he like the majourity of handicapped people out there?" His only answer is that, "Justin is special. He was meant to show the world that you could anything if your heart's in the right place.
Justin even suprises Lance when he does not have his prostetics on. He moves so well from point A to B. Justin's determanation is incredible. Lance touches Justin's knees where the leg devices will attach. He expects the young man to be in pain, but Justin explains to him he doesn't have much sensation, as the surgery affected his nerves. Justin glances at his two types of prostetics. One is for basic activities such as walking while the other pair is for dancing and his aqua therapy. Justin refuses to talk about his injuries afraid Lance will not understand.
This intrigures Lance the side Justin won't let him see. A wall is surrounding him, and Lance is determined to break it away, and soon.

Two days later, Justin blinks, and squints, as the light source enters through his eyes.
"Justin," he hears a faint voice cry," but all he can do is focus on the light in front of him.
"What is he doing?" Lance asks with concern.
"Oh, he's just daydreaming," J.C. replies, "he'll start mumbbling shortly, and then his eyes will open, and he won't tell us what he had seen or was thinking."
The images around him are blurry comming out of his hazzy fog, as tears drift down his face.
Comming to his aide, J.C. slips into a chair, "Just what's the matter?"
"Jack," Justin says breathlessly, "he still hurts me."
Lovingly, J.C. takes Justin's hands, "What do you want us to do?"
"Stop him," he sobs.

"Here he is, Just," J.C. calmly says stepping in front of a grave stone, an hour after Justin's breakdown.
Justin is placid, as confussion fills him, and his eyes turn to the blond.
Lance brings his hand behind Justin's backbone, "Shhh, things are different now."
In his heart, Justin knows the man is right.
"Just look into it, Just," J.C. says, pointing to the light. "We've all been waiting for you to know no hurt, and pain, like all of us."
"But, I'm not ready," Justin says shaking his head.
"The light is so pretty, and you are going to start to see a lot of wonderous things."
His body relaxes, as his eyes focus on the light, and his special journey.
A lightness fills him, as voices talk to him, and he is told"This is not the end but a new beginning, and you shall return safely to where you reside, with your friends at your side. It is at his request......"

His world goes dark, until he hears his friends voices, all but Lance. "Where is he?"
Who?" J.C. asks. "There are only four of us in this group, and Trace is out of town."
"Lance, we had this new guy named Lance who was somebody else.....," he tries to continue.
"No Just, you must have dreamt it while you were out from all those meds they gave you to reduce your fever....."

Picture perfect

2006-05-12T03:30:00.000-04:00

Photographs are all over Justin Timberlake’s bedroom, vibrant photos of sunsets, beaches, countryside weddings, as he lay in his bed, with his mother at his side.
She runs her fingers through his fine curls, carefully not to bump his bruised and battered head, “College will be good for him,” she says softly, “It’ll make him lively again.” She picks up his pictures he has taken before the accident, admiring them.
He has a way with capturing a moment on film, or at least he did. She sorts through them one by one. The ones of his closest friend are the most heart breaking. He captured their last time together, so well.

She knows these first few weeks are going to be the toughest on him, and his friend’s family. He’s on dosages of pain killers, and is on bed rest for at least a month. She cares for him, by offering comforting words, and wiping away his tears.

Justin’s confused and dazed, when he begins venturing further than his bed. He slowly relearns some of the things he’d lost from the brain injury. He studies the camera sitting on the tabletop. He gently grasps onto it, bringing the lens to his eye, but quickly puts his down, when he sees his mom. His hands shake.
“It is okay, Justin. You can touch anything in here. It’s your room, and you loved taking pictures, before the accident. It’s your livelihood.”
He shrugs his shoulders, and frowns moving back to his bed. He sighs, “Sorry Mom,” he says slurring his words.
“Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong, Justin.” She pats his back, wondering if Justin can handle the photography class. He’s not the Justin she once knew. He’s very nervous, unsure of himself and who he is, and where he belongs. Is college right for him now?
He reaches for the camera once more, as his hands tremble. His right side is weaker, and much harder for him to use. He struggles to hold the camera correctly. He puts it on the nightstand by his bed. His head rests on the soft, fluffy pillow, and his mom occupies a chair by his bed.

Justin refuses to touch the camera terrified for days, until a piticular picture jars his memory, "T tt ace," he mumbles as Justin sits on his bed with his mom, "T tt ace gone," he sighs holding the photograph at the realization. "T tt ace like painting," he remembers, "make book."
"I think they will still try to publish his book," she smiles reassuringly. "We have so many things going on love like seeing if you're ready for college."
He shakes his head, "too sleepy for school."
She laughs, "You won't be forever, just another week or more. Those meds your on make you tired." She watches him grasp the camera, and look through the hole. His hands shake, as he turns toward the window where two blue jays are and snaps his first photo.

"He's not ready for school," says his Grandmother Sadie, a week later, "he is so empty right now. I can barely get a word out of him." She passes Lynn the dishes from the soappy water.
"He's comming along Mom, but the physcolgist feels it may take him awhile to understand fully what has happened. He's just starting to pick-up the pieces. He's finally taking some pictures, but won't venture too far from the house. The outside terrifies him, especially the car."

Justin sits on the porch with a cup of lemonade in one hand, as he eyes the cars and people around him. He slowly turns his head at the sound of his grandmothers voice, "Granny," Justin says excitedly, "Granny miss you."
"I've missed you too Justin," she states softly sitting in a chair next to him, "How have you been?"
"Scared," Justin admits stuttering.
"What are you scared of love?"
Justin thinks about her question before responding, "Forgetting Ttt ace," he sighs.
"Oh, Sweetheart, that will never happen," she replies trying to soothe him. Your mom said you were afraid of other things too."
He nods his head, and points at the car, "Dem," he sighs.
"It will get better I promise," she tells him.
"I hope so Granny! I do."

Justin's speech improves slightly over the course of a month. He is able to say his words clearer, but still struggles.
He has a doctor’s visit before attending college. Justin’s very quiet and untalkitive. He concerns the doctor with his shyness. It wasn’t like him to be totally quiet, and seem so calm. Usually it was easy to pin point his emotions. Everything was deep down inside of him, and he would not offer much insight on how he was dealing with the loss of his soul mate.

“Picture perfect it seemed,
An American dream,
To grow up as friends,
Thinking life has no end.”

Justin turns the channel, wanting nothing to do with the song on the radio.

“Or so it did seem,
We were taught to believe,
That our dreams we’d achieve,
If in one another, we had just believed. “

He blocks the song out of his head, as he runs his fingers through his soft golden curls. He fastens his seatbelt, and looks back at all his stuff in the back of his mom’s car. Tears well in his blue eyes.
He grabs his camera from the back seat, and puts it around his neck. He looks around, wiping his eyes, and begins shooting, but not just anything would do. He points the camera toward the old one story home.
His friend’s old home, right by the river where beautiful flowers grow. The land is perfect for picture taking. His friend would paint masterpieces, after Justin shot them, with his camera.
His mom figures it is his way of grieving, and it couldn’t be more beautiful. He still has that gift.
Only now, that cherished gift displays his friend’s legacy and life. He didn’t have a chance, but Justin isn’t about to give up on showing the world who his friend was, and that is beyond amazing to Justin’s mom.
She only worries about him hiding this pain, and prays he cries to release those feelings, but maybe he didn’t know how to show himself any other way, but through photos, and that would be enough. Only time will tell.

Justin is a loner the first semester of college, with decent grades, loneliness in his heart, and his pictures of home life to keep him sane. He moves his belongings to one side of the room, as a he is going to be getting a roommate named Sam. He didn’t have much anyway, and his pictures are his most prized position.
Sam is heavier than Justin, and round. His eyes are dark green, and narrow. His whole face doesn’t seem to fit his large body, but Justin didn’t even notice him. “Hey, you gonna say hi, or don’t you speak.”
“I speak,” he mumbles. He rearranges his pictures, as his right hand trembles. His ride side of his face twitches.
“What’s up with the weakness, Man?”
“I was in an accident,” he sighs. “My whole right side is messed up from my head down to me feet. My upper body is mostly affected, lots of numbness, tingling and of course pain.”
Sam nods, “That is horrible. Was anybody else hurt?”
“That’s all I’m saying for now,” Justin mouths, “sorry.”

Justin often thinks his friend is with him, especially before he goes to sleep. He sees a young man all in white, and everything is calm, like those days they had spent together. He has nothing to be afraid of, because angels are watching over him. His eyelids droop, and he goes to sleep.

Some days are better than others are for him. The females on campus tend to like him, though Justin won’t seek them out. He’s not interested in a girlfriend, yet.
One of the females from his class eats lunch with him, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” he whispers, “The medicines make me feel so sleepy.”
“Will you ever get to be off of them?”
“I hope so,” he says trying to make a smile, but finding it difficult with his muscles being weak.
“You don’t eat much,” she points out.
Justin shakes his head, and reaches into his backpack for something, “Healthy food, better.”
She laughs, “Yes, not much of that around here. What do you like to eat most?”
“Pizza,” he says softly, as he brings the carrot stick to his mouth.
“What else do you like?” She runs her fingers through her long brown hair waiting for an answer.
“Awe-tis-um weariness,” he knows he fumbled on that one.
“That’s cool, Justin. What makes you be interested in that?”
“Friend had it,” he supplies. He slowly stands, and grabs his backpack, “Sorry, I have to go to class.”
“It’s okay. I’ll see you later, Justin.”
“Bye Maggie,” he says carefully, pleased with how his words came out more smoothly.

Justin takes his medicine to help him have clearer speech, though he knows it’ll make him drowsy, and fall asleep, after his class.

Sam is getting used to Justin’s need for extra sleep. He keeps the room quiet, so Justin’s body can rest.
Justin has to have his pills at the exact time everyday, or he’ll have complications, like greater speech delays or less awareness of what’s going on.

Some of the students choose to make fun of Justin, and his disabilities, but Sam and Maggie step in to give him support.
They tell him not to worry about their harsh statements, because he is doing a good thing for his friend.
For him it is very frustrating, because there is so many things he would like to say but cannot, and he figured this is how his friend must have felt. Now, Justin’s the silent friend, as far as words are concerned, but not in pictures.

That evening, “its picture perfect, Justin,” Maggie tells him smiling, “You don’t have to tell us with words about what your friend means to you, and what you wanted the world to know, because your pictures show it all. Sometimes words are not needed to captivate a person. You show this bright, witty, cautious, and loving person through motion. That’s the beauty of art and photograph. It is about capturing those special moments by using the environment you have around you. He must have been a very special person to you.”
He nods, “You understand.”
“Of course I do, Justin. Would you like me to help you with your presentation?”
“Okay,” he says beginning to stutter and slur his words.

The next day, Justin has therapy to try to strengthen his weakened muscles, and he asks Maggie to tag along. She kisses his forehead, and gently touches his hands, as he lay on the table. He likes listening to her voice, as he works his strained muscles. She blocks out some of his pain.

His head rests upon her chest, as his breathing slows. This is the second time Justin’s done this, after they talked about his autism project.
He must be tired from the medications, and the thoughts of the accident wear him down. If it weren’t for his sleepiness, and speech delays he’d be a lot better off. She realizes part of his speech problems are not from damage to his brain, but injury to his facial muscles, on his right side. Those muscles work very little or none.

Justin's nonverbal presentation sparks interest in his photogpharaphy teacher, and fellow students.
The Autism Society hears of Justin's contribution to his friend, and invites him to share his artistic ability at their next event.
The society is aware of Justin's impairments, and is willing to take the time to listen to the words he would say, and translate them, so others could understand him. All questions are asked in advance to make him feel comfortable.

The society taliors to his sensory needs as well, while he is visiting. Justin is in a calming dim lit room, with just a few people at a time. Soft music lulls him.

Justin's mom is at his side, talking in a soothing tone, "I'm so proud of you, Sweetheart. The people are going to love hearing your story."
Afraid to tire his vocal, and facial muscles, he signs, "Thank you." Opening his book to page one, he allows her to read his special message.
"Your friend must be honnored to have a friend like you," she tells him. "Fufilling his request to have people know his story is an amazing feat."
"Mazing," Justin mumbbles, as a man enters the room to type his ansers into a computer.
The man smiles and tells him, "I am going to record your voice to fill in gaps, if you begin to slur your words, or get them confused, okay?"
"Okay," Justin says nervously.
The process goes well for him. He is ready for the stage.

Exiting the stage, sweat pours off his face, as he steps into the mellow room to reflect. A soft familiar voice starttles him. "Tttt," he stutters.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, Justin. I want you to understand that I am no longer hurting, only in the fact of missing you. You did really well tonight. I hope you continue to make improvements with your speech, and muscles."
Silent for several seconds, Justin begins babbling, as he gathers his matterials, stunned by his friend's visit, and the present Trace has left for him on the table.
Entering the room, Lynn studies her son, who is emersed in a colorful photo book of various parts of the world. The bright colors stimulate him, as Lynn gazes at the artist's name, a gasp escapes her mouth. "Do you know who made these pretty images?"
"Tttt, ace," he says slowly,"friend my."
Softly, she kisses his head of curls,"Yes, Justin."

Holding the fuzzy book, his eyelids droop closed, and his mom carefully places it beside him, as she has assistance getting him into the car.
Lynn believes life will be different, now that Justin, and his friend fufilled each other's "Picture Perfect dreams."

Life in the Light.......
"A photograph is a moment frozen in time, for all to see. All its beauty and horror, are captured when life meets the flash of light. There is no immation to life. It cannot be harvested in the physical sensese. We live, we breathe, and we die! In our photos we remind the world of who we were, captured in a glossy piece of artwork.
Is it the resourcefullness of the photographer who frames each such hoping for prefection, or the object and beings themseleves that captavate generations to come. I suppose, I will leave that up to you the reader.
Remember not what I write here on this piece of paper, but what is shown in each "frozen moment in time. That is what you shall take with you through this life. "- Justin Randal Timberlake
"Stop music," he says softly, putting the pen to rest.
Muting the music, his Mom, Lynn, gently takes his hands, "Shhh, no more music."
"Music way," he smiles, as his mother sighs unsure why he doesn't like music, since the accident.
Justin becomes extremely fussy with most types of music. Lynn knows only one or two songs he'll tollerate, and they are lullibies Trace would sing with him, or at least try to sing.
He reaches for the book Trace gave to him, after passing. A new book with Trace's artwork would be arriving in a few days for Justin to touch and remember his friend by. He will typically sleep with the book, as it comforts him till he is asleep. Lynn will then move it to Justin's nightstand. Justin is asleep after a few minutes of listening to the lullaby. This amazes his mother how these pieces confort him, and wonders if mixing in other songs with his lullabies would make him enjoy other music as well.
Justin appears frightend and gazes around the room,"Lullies diff-ent," he says shakily to her the first night of this experient.
"Do you not like them, Sweetheart?"
"Don't ike," he replies sleepily.
She gently massages his chest, and begins singing over the music to calm him into sleep. Lynn is aware that Justin may never get past this difficult and confusing phase in his life.
A new medication controls some of his temperment problems.
Justin has met somebody very special at one of his seccessions at the brain injury clinnic, and the two have formed a solid bond over the last three years.
He has undergone a number of procedures, and she has helped him through his struggles.

[new story comming]

A War of Two Worlds

2006-05-11T04:07:00.000-04:00

A Land of unknown creatures lay nearby this brook, where many of them come to soak up the water.
Birds chirp, as the sound of the rushing water lull its inhibitors.
A squeaky chirper winged being swoops over, and around the layers of trees, landing safely in a watery patch of greenery. Quickly his feathery wings descend, somewhere into his back quarters.
He is a keeper of this land, being larger, and wiser than the others. Sharp eyesight, smooth flawless movements make it easy for him to catch prey, or unwanted visitors.
His appearance is frighful, but he means no harm to those whom have been good.
Drinking from the brook brings prosperity to those that come after him. His body releases a rare chemical which can heal the sick.
Lifting his arms slightly, his wings seep from his backbones, and begin to flutter. The animals dissipate giving their leader space to take flight. Fluttering faster, they watch, as he soars up above the treetops, into the airy home front.
A warm cloud blankets his form, as he notices a bulge in his lower stomach.
A motherly being appears before him, talking in a tongue only the two of them could know. “Your son shall come on the day you rise, and the golden circle you adore is at your side.”
Nodding, his head falls into the cushioning of the cloud.
“Sleep now,” he hears her say. “Your people are in good hands, and you cannot neglect it any longer under the circumstances you are in.”

Morning comes, and his wings feel heavier, as he flaps them slowly. Gradually he gathers the ability to visit his friends in the brook.
Unusual music fills his ears, and his eyes grow wide with concern. Lowering himself into the flowing water, he hopes to avoid the dangers that are lurking. The others follow suit of their knowing Master.
Moving through the waters, he leads the creatures to an under water habitat, where they can stay, until the threat leaves.
“Men,” he tells them, “banging on round objects.” His wings collapse into him, as his feet touch the felt like plants. He stands in front of an abandon kingdom, left by the human centuries ago.
His feet carry him inside of an enchanted wonderland. Feathery birds in golden satire greet him, as he reaches into his waterproof cloak to give payment for their loyalties.
Heading to the “Viewing Room,” he sits in a velvet red chair, and lunges forward to gaze into the scope, to better grasp what is taking place. Carefully, he turns his frame away from the sights of men trampling through his peaceful land, and breaking limbs of trees, spilling toxins with their machines. “This is our land,” he mutters angerily. “They do not belong here. This is an invasion, and will not be tolerated.”
Rubbing the tension from his temples, his eyelids begin to droop, as his stomach churns. A kicking sensation in his lower abdomen sends a chill through his spine. He cannot put his unborn child in danger, for he will be the next ruler. His eyelids close, with another day ending.

Groaning, his eyes open, and he focuses on the dim lit room. A tear finds its way down his cheek, as his body aches.
One of the fowls brings him a drink, “A motherly goddess insists I give you this sir.”
“For what will it do?” he questions with uneasiness.
“Protect you, and the child you are bearing,” he replies. “It only takes but a sip.”
Bringing the liquid to his face, he pauses in uncertainty. “Where is my advisor at?”
“He is returning from travels later today. This is something you must do, and cannot wait for him, much is in jeopardy.”

His lips quiver. The liquid washes over his lips causing a tingling sensation, as his arms drop at his sides. Wiggling backward, he releases his fluffy wings, as protection.
“You have nothing to fear,” the beaked being smiles.
Stroking Justin’s wings he talks in whispers, “You have such beautiful wings. They are in need of attention.”
Beneath the layers of feathers lay prickly thorns that pop up, when he senses danger.
“Pretty wings,” Justin listens to him repeat.
"I'm not easy to fall," he grumbbles, releasing his daggers. Justin squats to the flooring, blancing his frame, before lowering his head into his chest, and forming a large ball, covered in quills.
On the outside his body appears tense, while within it is begining to relax. Stillness is a big part of keeping him safe, so his system will temporarily shut down on the inside, while the outside is hard at work.
Feeling secure, Justin's eyelids grow heavy, and he thinks of sleep listening to the rthythm of his heart slowing with each breath he takes. The fowl's noises fade from his ears, drifting into a hypnotic state.
The being leaves terrified.

Waking, Justin is in a daze, still partly entranced by his own heartbeat, and the warmth of his body against him. Normally, he would return to sleep, but someone wants him up, and moving.
"It is okay to come out," A guard informs his groggy form, but he does not respond.
The guard understands that he may need stimulation to bring him out of his fog. A loud buzzing, causes him to stir. "I see you are awake, Sir."
"I guess," Justin sighs, as he rubs his belly,"he didn't like it much. I'm just glad it is over with, and he is safe. One battle done,” the Winged Creature admits.

Later, Justin awaits news of how his unborn is doing. He has managed to escape safely to the clouds, where the underwater spiecies are unable to come.
This is barren compared to the Earthly grounds where critters are every place he turns his head. Here the clouds and occasional friend are allowed. On this day, the Motherly Goddess is at his service.

Words of wisdom and comfort fill him. Shutting his eyes, visions flash before him. He will rebuild the tranquility that is lost, and learn to keep the humans at a distance.
Soft pressure on his abdomen region causes him to open his eyes briefly.
“You are doing well, and so is he. When you have the urge to push do so. I do not want your bulge to get much bigger, afraid your wings may no longer hold you.”

This new life worries him. It causes delays with his flights, and he cannot fly as high. "Come soon," he pleads nestling within a warm cloud, where he sees the shining circle, and the baby is born.

The cloud gently rocks him, and sings a lulling cermonial song to keep him strong through the comming days, and nights.
His eyelids close, as the cloud gives him to the Sun to recieve gifts for future use.
The sun rests him on a new bed full of warmth, and compassion.

Shadows loom around his sleepy form waking from a peaceful slumber. Memories of giving birth float through his mind vagely.
"Easy breathing," a voice instructs him, as he shifts his weight to the side drowsily.
"I heard that in the song," he sighs. "I need to protect my son, and the animals."
"Breathe in. Breathe out," the sound tells him, as he attepmts to sit, but finds the task too tiring, "Your son is in good hands. You need your rest."
The motherly Goddess comes to visit, and insure all is going to plan, as he begins to drift to sleep. Gently she exaimes his abdomen, concerned about the bulge. It has gone down emensely, a good sign.

A womanly figure comes to his side with an offering, "This plant that I place between your eyes will guide you to triampth over evil." Patting his hand, she points towards the shadows, "These are your worries, and fears. Pay no mind to them. They will bring forth anger, and resentment in your future, if you let them control you."
Nodding, he turns his head away from them. Gazing into her eyes he drowsily admits, "You are beautiful."
Blushing, laughter emerges from the fairries lips, "Thank you," she whispers. "I will see you again," she explains to him as he sleeps soundly.
Able to hear her words, and understand them he gathers important information.
Cermonial music plays, and he cannot piece anything together. The tune gets softer, and he overhears talks of marriage.
Marriage is not a fond idea of his. Shrugging his shoulders at the thought of breaking family tradition, he sits quietly on a cloud.
His son is at his side, growing fastly, as the fairy returns.
"Beautiful," he smiles tenderly, as if under some sort of spell.
"You need to mary," her voice is calming.
"But, I am not...." She cuts him off, "You must, if you do not it will cause further in blance in your Kingdom. Marriage will restore much of the peace, and tranquility that has been lost."
"But who?" he asks frowning.
Opening a book, her finger circles around a human female. "Her, you shall have."
"This is absurd," he shaakes his head in disbelief. " I don't want any of them to come here. They have ruinned all that was harmonus."
"You will fall in love, and all shall fall into place," the Fairy insists.
Standing slowly, his body wobbles, taking his child into his arms, and walking towards his advisor for much needed advice.

"Absurd as it may seem, this will come to pass. You fear it is a reciepe for disiater, but in every dark tunnel, eventually there will be a light. She is your light, and you will love her like you do these creatures," The Tiny Wingged Beaked Fellow advises.
Cradling his child, uncertainty is in his blue orbs. His breaths are heavy, as sweat drips from his brow.
"The baby needs you now. There is no time to focus on what has been predicted. You must conserve your energgies, as you will need them later on," he says.
Breathing grows shallow paying attention to the new being now laying on his chest.
Sleepily, he reaches for the berries feeding his son. The tasty fruit soothes him, and his achy body. Any subtle sound sends him into a panic.
Another berry enters his mouth, whilst his child rests peacefully. Silence is all around him. Justin eyes his guard, and covers his son with a sacarade cloth, hiding him from all his enimmies.

Traveling to the brook, Justin's eyes fall on a sparkling light belonging to a human. Creeping forward, his wings flap lightly, and he hops to a rock.
She studdies him cautiously, "Be not afraid. I have come to gather water to do washings."
Hesitant, his limbs shake for several seconds, before returning to the shinning object around her neck.
"You are a very interesting creature," she smiles, as she unties the ribbion, causing curls to come from every direction.
Carefully, he finds courage to edge closer to her. Unsure of the situation he continues to observe, and take note the changes around the brook.

The following morning, he returns in search of food for his youngster. His eyes are wide with excitement staring at the golden piece laying on the ground. Picking the broken locket from the watery hole, warmth fills him. Into his pocket the heart goes for safe keeping.
Grabbing many berries, and other goods, Justin heads home above the trees.

Eager to see the brook, Justin awakes early to assist the animals in the cleaning process, before the weather becomes too chilly.
He spots the human he had found interest in looking through the water for something, and heads in her direction curious.
"Hello there," she sighs wiping a tear from her eye.
Her voice is a bunch of high pitched jumbbled sounds to him. Chirps escape Justin's quivering lips.
"Hush," she says softly. "I won't hurt you. Will you help me?" she whispers.
His chirpping turns to coos, as she manages to massage his backing, getting him to relax. She does not speak, as she pulls a photograph from her dress to show him.
Sitting straight, he searches his pockets for the jewelery, finally dangling it in front of her.
She grasps it from his grip, eying Justin's behaviour. The piece is hypnotising to him, as his eyes follow it back and forth. "I wish I knew your name," she smiles, and gently pats his head lovingly.
He chirps happily, until he feels a tug at his wing, and everything goes blank.

Cool air blows on his face, comming to in a cage, with no room to spread his wings. His breaths are heavy in the unfamiliar setting, as a voice comes out of nowhere, but Justin cannot see anything, but darkness.
"I will release you, if you hand over your son."
Snarling in defense, Justin barks, "I do not have a son. Let me go."
"Why must you lie? Is it because you are not like the other creatures here?" he fires.
Justin's eyes turn fire red, "How dare you talk of me as if I am one of those ungreatful humans."
"Oh, but you are," The Being snears. "Look at this."
A flash of light causes Justin to blink, as he focuses on the image, "I don't believe you." He closes his eyes, blocking the painful sensation from his eyes.
Openning his eyes, Justin spots a dim light, tracking its every move.
The beast cackles and hisses, "You wish. You are part human, and cannot change that. The animals have only been accepting of you because of your large stature. They fear, and loathe you. Now, they have no need to worry with you out of their hair."
Bending the bars on his cage, Justin lunges at his predator, "You have nothing on me. You're a bully on the human's side."
Hardly the Fowl replies.
Standing strait, Justin's wings flutter, as pain moves through them. Over coming his pain temporarily, Justin gets himself to a higher altitude, where the creature can no longer harm him. Quickly, he moves, knowing his wings could give way, at any moment.

Stopping for a rest, Justin plants himself into a tree. His eyelids droop close, Knowing it is past due to feed his son. Sleeping for a few minutes energizes him, and he rushes to his son's side.

Leaning forward in a sitting position, a fairy gently corrects the damage to his wings.
A soft material wraps around the injuries, and with a calming healing agent.
He is weak from his encounter, as anger runs through him.
"Relax," his advisor insists.
"How can I?" Justin questions, as his lips quiver. "I can't go back to the ground, until something is done about that Fowl who is trying to pit me against the only family I ever knew."
"Things will turn out right," the advisor warmly tells him, as Justin's eyelids grow heavy. "Let the medication repair your wings, as night falls."
Drowsily, he nods his head, and attempts to flap his wings instinctively, before drifting to sleep.

In the morning, Justin tweets, while examining his sore stiff wings. Today he would need a fairy to gather berries, and other foods, to prevent further injury.
Memories of his brush with danger enter his mind, and the human he met who let him fall to the mercy of his villians.

A new Begining
Days after his incident with his enmmy, Justin is being coaxed into revisiting the brook to stock up on food for the wintery season ahead.
His wings are stiff, at take off, but loosen. His body calms, as the air brushes against it, and Justin plots himself onto a lily pad. He soon forgets about his fears engaging in talks with the creatures he has not seen in days, when she appears, and his world spirals.
"What happened to you?" she asks, barely audible. "I thought you drowned."
He is quiet for several seconds, before his nervous chirps begin.
Bending she eyes his injuries,and watches him grasp a berry, and place it in his mouth to smash. She gasps a little noting, he has no teeth, or so it appears. His stature is similar to that of a monkey, not of a human, though he has curls atop his head, and skin, which isn't quite like a human's.
It is thick, and flaky, from what she can tell. His cloak keeps the rest a mystery.
Her necklace could keep him occupied for hours, as she places it on the ground, hoping he will come closer, but Justin is cautious to budge.
Gesturing for him to come, he inches his way toward the shinny object. Perching on a slippery rock, Justin thinks about the locket. His wings flutter, as he lands on the grassy surface, in front of the item.
Opening the locket, she smiles, "There is a picture inside of my father." She lightly pats his head, "Would you like to come with me?" she patamimes.
In understanding, Justin pulls away his cloak revealing to her something interesting.
"You're a mommy," she chuckles, "and that is why you come in search of food for your young."
Her fingers run along his belly soothingly, as a fairy appears before her. "He needs a loving wife," the Fairy explains, " of human kind to put his palce back into harmony."
"I find adoringness for him, but marriage is not something I desire," Miria states.
"It will come in time," the Fairy insists, leaving Miria alone with him.

Justin learns humanly ways of standing, though he cannot keep the stance, for long. Miria brushes his hair, as he rests within her arms. Words did not have to be spoken to communicate their feelings for one another.
Her father is not pleased, as he watches his daughter engage with this creature he has come to loathe.
She is quick to change his opinion, "Daddy," she says softly, "place your hand on his lower stomach."
"Is this what I think it is?" he questions.
"Yes, he's pregnant, and its ours."
"I won't believe it, until this child or creature is born," the man grumbbles.
"They expect him to give birth within a day or so, since they calculate time differently., than us humans," she grins.

The birth of another son brings joy into Justin's life. The sensation of lips on his forehead causes him to open his heavy eyelids, and gaze at his two boys, and wife to be, as he hears the wedding bells.

Justin

2006-05-11T03:43:00.000-04:00

Sitting in his cousin's wheelchair he feels it moving backward, as a man approaches him to ride the horses. He sighs, "I am not dis....," but the man does not listen, and puts a helmet on Justin's head.
He notices the wheelchair is moving toward the ramp, and there are people waiting to help him get on the horse. His disabled cousin is there for him. Justin remembers his cousin has been riding for awhile, as the staff lift him onto the horse. He reconizes the faces, from working at this place before. It is weird being the handicapped person.
A lady keeps him safely on the horse. He figures this is a good free ride, and allows her and the staff to take care of him Something soft slides in front of him to support his frame. It makes the ride easier.
The ride is not long, and before he knows it they have him back in the chair. He is ready to switch places with his cousin, as he rests. He watches his cousin dismount, as Justin grows sleepy.
"Did you have a good ride?" his cousin asks.
"Not disabled," Justin responds, "but fun. I am sleepy."
Rubbing his hand, Justin's cousin smiles, "Just for today, Just."
Drowsily, Justin nods his head, as one of the assistants removes the helmet from his head.
"This must be a dream," he thinks to himself,"My cousin always needs his chair, except when ridding, but today he's giving it to me. He said "just for today," I'd be disabled, but I don't know how I would have gotten this way. I know I'm repeating myself but it must be a silly dream."
I try giving him back the chair, but he says I need it more than he does, until tomorrow.
I'm starting to remember yesterday when I touched the supposed magic pony who switches two people's lives for a days time. I wonder if that is why I am in my cousin's wheelchair.
I think, I'll go see the ponnies again. I ask my cousin to bring me, since my arms and legs feel weak, and I am feeling sleepy. He does not seem to mind.
"He sings to me the funny song I sang the other day to him, and the magic horse appears. My cousin doesn't seem to notice him, maybe only the wisher can. I say "Magic Horse," I say, and my cousin stops singing, and looks at me replying,'Tommorrow all will be normal." I believe him as he sings a song to me, and I try to sing along with the hard to understand lyrics. He says I sang this song to him, and it made him fall asleep like it is doing to me.

Falling in love with you....

2006-05-10T19:02:00.000-04:00

Lyrics by: Elvis Presely

You toched my hand, and I felt the wall I built high and mighty crumbble. Emotions sharttering into a million pieces, my heart began to fall into place.
Your eyes melted my heart, and my knees shok, holding you in my embrace. Warmth envoloped my body knowing this was love. Listened with great intent, at every subtle breath you made, as my fingers intertwined with yours.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help
Falling in love with you
A world of fullfillment for you, and I, a beginning, and an end to a time when I wasn't sure love truly had existed. This was my meant to be.
I found strength in you, my precious little angel.
You are my daughter, and I was fool not able to believe that you could've changed my everything.
I am entirly endebted to you.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help
Falling in love with you

Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help
Falling in love with you
As a river flows
Gently to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things were meant to be

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
Cause I can’t help
Falling in love with you

As a river flows
Gently to the sea
Darling so we go
Some things were meant to be

Part of You.

2006-04-02T04:32:00.000-04:00

Memories fly through my mind,
Passing a long narrow line,
I'd rather not be going over,
Teardrops are falling, standing,
Motionless, staring back at what's left of you,
For all the years of happy times,
Can't help, but falling into these hard times,
Like a bolt of lightning sadness fades from my eyes,
And I begin to realize,
The end is only one part of you.

Crossing Paths

2006-03-19T00:44:00.000-05:00

Picking the blue crayon from the pile, Justin writes his name on his drawing. Carefully, he places the crayon into the pile, and moves to a standing position. "I've had enough of this," he sighs.
"Don't leave," a voice cries out."
Turning his head in the direction of the sound he stares confused at the empty table and chairs.
"Down here," the sound calls."
'You're a crayon," Justin states rolling his blue eyes. "I'm talking to a crayon. I can't believe this!"
"Crayons can talk," the blue crayon snaps. "You've been wearing me down. Why don't use some other colors?"
"I don't know! I'm in a blue mood," he admits softly.
"I want to help you," the crayon explains.
Sitting in the red chair, Justin sniffles, "I just want to get away."
Blue asks, "To where?"
Justin responds, "I'm not sure."
"Come with me," the crayon pleads pointing to a coloring book."
"I'm not three," Justin laughs.
"Excuse me, but us crayons can't count. It does not matter. You need fun, and that is universial."
You have a point." A smile forms on Justin's lips, as the crayon touches the top of his head. "I meant that figertivly."
"Ok wise one let's see how you'll handle being in a coloring book!"
He questions, "Is this going to hurt?"
"It may tickle when someone colors you. It will be fun!" the crayon exclaims.

Justin quickly realizes why the crayon asked him to be colored. "Sometimes you need to experience new things. Coloring with a blue crayon each day is boring, and is making him sad.

Returning from the coloring book, he grabs a red and yellow crayon, then green. Signing his name he hands it to the crayon, "Thank you. I am no longer unhappy, with this rainbow of colors."
"You're welcome,"The crayon replies.

Broken Road chps 1- 5 up added picture

2006-03-07T00:41:00.000-05:00

The trailer Chp.1 Mission Impossible

The guests are long gone, well not all. The sound of distant, marching footsteps, send a chill through his thin structure.
His blue eyes are large with suspense, as the steps grow heavier, louder, through the darken pit.

A sigh escapes the young man’s trembling lips, for he does not know his best option to be left here to peacefully live his life or to go with Oliver. It would be hardly tranquil to live in fear, whenever the patter of feet neared, and groans, grumbles and many coarse words would be said.

The night is a mistake, and if he found a way out, he would be entirely grateful.
Oliver’s gruff voice shatters any hope of release. He talks in bitter tone, with an Italian accent.

Justin meekly stands knowing his place. The smell of wine fills his nostrils, and he gasps for air, as the aroma suffocates him. Unable to catch a good breath, Oliver grabs him harshly dragging him deeper into this underground wine making factory.
A bottle lies on the ground beside his feet, as Justin falls to the ground. Bringing the container behind him Justin breathes in and out, releasing a soft moan.
“Stop that,” Oliver shouts turning in Justin’s direction.

“Oliver Sir,” Justin yelps, “I….I…..I. think I had too much to drink…..”

Oliver studies him, “What ye trying to pull? You are a common boy and are not allowed liquor.”

“I got some,” Justin slurs. “Teller the banker gave it to me, and invited me to thee gathering. I think he likes me Sir.”

Grunting Oliver responds, “Teller likes no one! Ye are lying. Ye got into this party and were not welcomed and so you are here!”

Justin pleads, “Believe me fine Sir.” He gets to his knees, as Oliver brings his face up to his, and brings his right hand forward brutally with his weapon hitting Oliver hard in the face.

Quickly, he bolts to his feet and through the darkness to get out of present danger.

Out of breath, he slumps in a dark corner fearful that Oliver will come after him.

He can hear his pulse racing. Slowly, he closes his eyes. Sleep fills his worn body, as he staggers to his feet.

Up the stairs, he climbs carefully looking back into the pit of darkness, every once in awhile, as he sees a man coming towards him.

“Teller,” he rasps softly.

Teller glances at him, wrapping his cloak around himself. “You should not be here.”

Justin nods, “Going home,” he states, making his way past the last steps and out into the moonlight. He’s free at least for now.

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Chp 2Dog Pound

The orphanage is full of boys with no manners who do not like to mind the person in charge.

Slipping in from the broken window, thirteen year old Justin gasps for air. His clothes are dirty, but not much dirtier than the other boys.

“What have you brought us?” the oldest Josh asks him roughly.

“I…I…I… did not get much accomplished,” Justin admits sadly, as he slumps into his corner. “Mr. Teller was at the party and he had his eye on me again. I talked to him, but didn’t saying anything bout us. He said I was special and…..” he trails off as Josh wraps his arms around him.

“Reaching into Justin’s torn pocket he smiles, “Brilliant at least you got chocolates.”

“No I think they are old men with no brains,” Josh replies coldly. “You were not made to ramble about useless thinks. You are our cute boy, and can get us things.”
Reaching for an old blanket Justin covers himself, before speaking, “I’ll try better. Maybe, I’ll find a home.”

Josh rolls his eyes, ‘Boys our age don’t get homes. We stay here until about sixteen if that.”

“Then what?” Justin whispers.

Josh grumbles, “I can’t believe you would ask kid. I like you so I will spare you the harsh realities. This place can be like a dog pound with the way these pups come and go. You know how a dog pound works; if they ain’t got an owner they are as good as gone.”

Closing his drooping eyelids, Justin sighs helplessly. Tomorrow he would come up with a plan to get out of there.

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White Flag

The sound of Oliver’s chilling voice sends Justin in a panic of frenzy. He hops to his feet and grasps onto the sponge to appear like he has done his nightly chores. His blue eyes fix on the doorknob, as it twists and turns.

“Surrender now boy,” he states firmly. “Admit you were at that party, and things will be better for you.”

Looking up with his sponge in his hand Justin gives a questioning glance, shrugging his shoulders. “Sir, I’ve been doing cleaning all night.”

“I saw you,” the older man yells, causing the other boys to take notice. “You hit me with a bottle.”

“You must be mistaken,” Josh says breaking the tension in the room. “He was here with us mopping around like us boys do.”

“It is no mistake, and those that cover for him will be punished as well,” he laughs. “You children do not what you are getting into. Put up your white flag and surrender while you still have the chance.”

Moving his arms around his frame Justin mummers, “I’m cold,” as he begins to stare at the woman who is supposed to care for him… His body shivers, as she comes to his aide. Weakly, he smiles, “I think I’m sick.”

“Sick in the head,” Oliver screams, and grabs Justin’s arms. “You’ll be coming with me, and we’ll see how sick you really are.”

“You are taking this boy nowhere today,” the woman insists. “I will have the doctor come and look him over. We just lost one boy. I will not have him contaminating the others. This city needs workers.”

The room of her choice is ghastly quiet, and Justin could feel sadness and despair of those that had been in their long before. His head rests on an old sheet, as he takes a peak around the empty room.,/p>

Darkness is all around him, as he awaits the doctor. Shutting his eyes at the noise of the door wiggling and clinking, he tells himself to take careful breaths in and out pretending to wake or be in a daze when the doctor enters the room.

He moans at the touch of the doctors hands on his sore stomach, but allows the doctor to do his job.
Moving to a sitting position, he drinks the liquid syrup coughing at the awful taste. Yawning, he places his head back on the sheet, and pretends to drift to sleep.
He can hear them discussing his health, though their voices are getting fainter to him.

Waking in the room, he makes his body sit. Remembering the morning he knows why he is in this space, being drugged. He attempts standing, but quickly grasps the side of the bed, as dizziness consumes him.
There would be no way of getting treasures tonight, with the condition he is in. His blue eyes fall upon the lit candle beside his bed. A grin comes to his worn face, but soon fades when Oliver yells through the door for him to wake.
Blinking his eyes, he looks in Oliver’s direction. Then clutches his throat as if in dire pain, “Sir”, he says, “I’m sorry I’m sick.”

“You are a faker,” Oliver warns, “and will pay for your lies and deceit.”

“He is sick Oliver,” the woman of the orphanage informs him. “I would suggest you leave him be. The doc is not certain what the boy has. He has been sleeping since the doctor arrived. The doctor gave him something to make him sleep. Why would a boy want to go through with all that! I know these boys they are wild and seek adventure. This one is getting none of that.”

“He is a rotten kid,” Oliver mouths leaving her to tend to Justin’s sleepy form.

Justin watches, as she pours the medicine not sure, if he can fight more sleepiness. It tastes as nasty as before, as he swallows hard.

Leaning on his side, he feels nauseated from not eating and drinking that drug. Opening his mouth, he prepares himself for what is to come. Vomiting on the sheets, he groans, unsure if she will clean the mess.

“I am going to call the doctor.” She exits the room, as his body gives into the meds.

In the morning, his body is well rested. He turns his body in the direction of the candle saying a little prayer.
Voices fill his head and he wonders what is going on, as he stumbles to his feet. Josh is leaving…………….. Oliver has him on charges. This leaves him pondering whether to surrender to possibly save Josh, or to go on with the plan he had originally had in store.

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Teller Chp. 3

His daughter is dead and his grandson is in a trap like a caged animal. Teller puts forth the money to receive his bond.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” the woman at the desk asks.

“I most certainly do,” Teller replies. “I have business to get done.”

Leaving the bank pleased with his transaction, he heads down the narrow streets in search of his grandson.
Entering the orphanage all eyes are on him. He is one of the richest men in Paris, and every one is at his feet ready to satisfy him.
Nobody would do him right this day the boy he is searching for left the orphanage, and is nowhere in sight. He walks out slightly crumpling the paper, returning to his lavish homestead.

Quietly, Justin sits outside of where the party was held nights earlier. His head shifts to the side knowing darkness is not far away. Removing the candle from his thin jacket, he grasps a match he has stolen from the sick room, and lights it. Waiting for everyone to leave, he finds his way inside through a broken window.
Carrying the light he cautiously heads toward the staircase, backing into a space when the sound of footsteps comes close. “Oliver,” he gulps.

He manages to find his way to Josh’s chamber. He gasps at the smell. Instinct tells him where to lead Josh through a narrow passageway to safety, as they come to a light source.

Ducking underneath a table like structure as they see Oliver causes their hearts to skip several beats.

Justin coughs, and Oliver grows angry, “Who is here?”
The boys remain silent, while Oliver searches the perimeter; Justin and Josh discover a way out.

Sneezing Justin rubs his cold nose. “I’ll be okay,” he whispers.
Josh nods, “Let’s get out of here, before Oliver comes looking for me.”

Sitting on a park bench, Josh reaches for the newspaper left there by someone else. “You ever read the paper?”

“Not me,” Justin admits. “I never learned to read. I just manage with my looks.”
“Well, I would teach ya, but we do not have the time right now. If we could get some money we could ride the train on out of here.”

“What’s the train like?” Justin asks.

“It is fast, noisy and there are a lot of people aboard. I rode it only a few times to get here,” Josh trails off.

In Justin’s blue eyes, he sees the innocence and fear of uncertainty. The youngster respects Josh, for he is family to Justin.

Placing the newspaper over Justin’s head, he smiles at the man in front of him. “Brisk day,” he says appearing chipper.

“You don’t come here often,” the man, replies, as he adjusts his hat. “Who is that boy?”

“He is a younger brother. It is all quite tragic. This kid does not get out much. The shirt factory would not keep him. He is a runt. Nobody wants him, but to pinch his cheeks.”

“What are you to do with him?” he questions, rubbing his beard.

“We have relatives overseas. They could use him on their farm.”

Justin pushes the newspaper from his face, “I’m tired.”

“I know,” Josh responds.

Digging deep into his pockets the man pulls out a business card. “Get a hold of this man. He will save you money, and get the boy off your hands.”

Josh pats Justin’s head, “Of course,” he says. “You would not happen to know where to get a bite to eat?”

The man points to a small café’; “They have fair deals, and decent meals.

“Him,” Josh explains, “Go to him,” and Justin does as he asks.

Hesitant he approaches the table, “Sir, I don’t mean to bother you but…” Justin freezes as the man looks up from his menu. It’s Teller.

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Chp. 4 Easy Does It

“Justin,” Teller smiles warmly. “What in heavens are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for food,’ he explains. “I have not been eating well.”

“Why is that lad?”

Justin swallows hard, “They do not feed us well at that place, so we sneak out in search of food and adventure.” His blue eyes gaze in Josh’s direction.

“Who is with you Justin?” He waves his hand in front of Justin, but he makes no motion for several minutes, “Justin.”

“No one,” Justin utters. “I better be going.”

“You stay,” Teller insists. “We need to chat. If nobody is here with you it makes this easier.”

Sniffling, Justin sits in a chair nervously, “Will this hurt?”

“Not at all,” but Justin’s eyes grow wide as Oliver comes into his visual range, and bolts from the chair. Teller chases after him.

Hiding behind a large tree, Justin rubs his eyes. He blinks wiping at the tears. Too tired to get up, he crawls to a tree with a whole cut in it, and climbs inside for shelter and heat.

Teller observes from a distance, grabbing Justin once he is asleep.

Josh shutters at the images running through his head, and follows Teller to his home to save Justin.

The room is heated, and dust and clutter free, as Justin wakes from his slumber. Slowly, he attempts to move, but is overcome with exhaustion.

His eyes focus on the pictures mounted on the walls. Instantly, Justin recognizes the man in the pictures, and attempts to speak, but finds the process difficult. His throat is too sore from screaming, when he awoke the first time.

Teller comes forth in the room and sits beside Justin’s bed. “When you are well I would like to discuss an important matter with you. You need your rest Justin.”

There are no windows or cracks for Justin to escape out of, not that Justin is up for that sort of behavior.

He allows Teller’s personal assistant to aide him, and listens to Teller’s nightly stories about going to baseball games in New York City.

Teller inquires, “Justin what is wrong?”

Justin breathes heavily not sure, if he can talk with his throat irritated. His eyes fill with tears, “Ssssssss,” he starts to say, as the pain increases. Miming he points to the wall, “outside,” he mouths.

Teller pats Justin’s hand, “It will get better with time.”

Water trickles over Justin’s curls. He cannot remember the last bath he had, or realize how dirty his body could have been.Sluggish from medications he leans against Teller for support, as the water flattens his curls.

Teller laughs, “I have not washed a kid in a long time. People think I am bitter and cold, but I am not. I could be though. I lost my daughter shortly after the birth of my grandson.”

Justin looks into his eyes sorrowful, “Sorry,” he manages.

“It is not your fault Justin. I need you to know something…...” Teller is cut off as the doorbell rings.

Going to the door, he shrugs his shoulders, “May I help you?”
The police officer grunts, “This kid was sneaking around. What do you want to do with him? He claims you have his friend in there.”

Meanwhile, a warm towel covers Justin, and a pair of new pajamas is at his disposal. He runs his fingers along the cotton fabric intrigued with the material.

Plopping onto the hardwood floor, he gathers a baseball in his hands. He brings the ball to his face wondering what the ball has written on it, as Teller calls his name.

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New Beginnings on a Broken Road Chp. 5

Salience fills the living room as everyone exchanges odd glances. “Justin,” Teller remarks, “Do you know who this is?”

Standing fearful, Justin in a drowse gestures with a slight movement of his head that he has an association with Josh.

,p>“Justin,” Josh articulates, “Why are you staying here? I have been trying to find a way in the last week. Do you realize what you are getting into?”

,p>“I do,” Justin explains. “He is a nice man, and wants to help me. He can help you too.” His voice cracks getting closer to Josh, “I missed you.”

“The police are not going to allow me to stay Justin. I’m sorry. Usually I have a lot to say, but not this time round.”

Wrapping his arms around Josh’s body Justin pleads softly, “Please stay,” as he sobs into his pal’s shirt.

Teller pulls Justin’s from Josh’s embrace. “I will se what I can do to get your friend put on lesser charges. It is time for you to sleep.”

“No,” Justin cries reaching out his hands for Josh to give him reassurance.

“Keep him awhile longer,” the policeman grumbles. “I want to go home soon, and two out of control boys will not get me there...”

Crumbling into Josh’s body, Justin lets the tears flow.

Josh massages Justin’s back, until Justin’s motionless in his arms. “He is so innocent in this all… What will you do with him?”

“Josh, Justin does not know this yet, but I am his grandfather. I want to get him an education and teach him about the world.”

Gently, Josh carries Justin toward the bedroom, as he follows Mr. Teller.

His eyes widen amazed that Mr. Teller is truly interested in what is best for Justin. Placing Justin on the bed. He feels Justin resisting his departure. Knowing that speaking to him would arouse Justin and make the situation worse, he simply covers him with the blankets, waiting for his buddy to settle.

“Thank you,” he whispers to Teller out of earshot for Justin. “He is going to be crazy when he wakes. That kid has some lungs,” he laughs.

Teller chuckles, “He is so much like his mother. I need to get through to him.”

“That will not be easy,” Josh states. “He has a mind of his own.”

"I will not let my grandson suffer the fate of his mother,” Teller gets out hotly.

Josh nods, “I would not expect you too.”

Dinosaur Eggs

2006-02-27T17:50:00.000-05:00

View this trailer below!

Opening the container of eggs, Justin grasps onto the oddly shaped and colored egg. Gently, he places it on the table, after he grabs a napkin to catch the ozzy egg's content.
Pop, crack, bong, "Well what do we have here?' he asks laughing. ""You aint no chicken."
"Chicken,' the critter responds in a little voice, "Hardly. I'm......."
"You're an alien," Justin exclaims excitedly, before backing away."
"No, I am no such thing. I am a dinosaur and you are no cave man."
Justin steps closer, "I'll take that as a compliment........ How'd you survive all these years?"
"Well it was no picnic kid,"he sighs. "It coulda been a little warmer. Everything got really cold and I dozed off. Now I'm here with you....."
"This is amazing and crazy," Justin stutters happily. "All I wanted to do was paint some Easter eggs. I never expected this......."
"Well kid I'm hungery. Have anything to eat?" he responds.
Justin questions thoghtfully, "I...I...I... what do you dinosaurs eat?"
"Depends on what type of dinosaur you got. I'm some type of pre-historic bird," he smiles.
His blue eyes grow wide,"So I gotta feed you worms?"
The dinosaur asks, "Worms what are worms?"
"They are smally wiggly creatures with no legs," Justin explains, "Very slimmy and brown."
"Perfect kid," he chuckles. "Where do you get these things?"
"The store," Justin responds.
"Store?" the animal oddly looks at him. "Whatever happened to critters just lying around?"
"Well," Justin begiins, "Sometime long ago the earth divided, making parts of the world not so warm. We have four seasons, and it is spring. The worms just are not out and about quite yet. The ground is too cold. There may be a few in the ground, but it needs to heat up, before we could go digging. The store keeps them alive in a bucket... We use them to fish."
"I will try to adapt to this, and you can learn from me too," the bird smiles wrapping his wing around Justin's body. "You in this with me kid?"
Justin nods his head, "For sure." He gathers the mess on the table, dumping the contents into the trash, and washes his hands.
Heading out the door with the bird he grasps onto his money for the worms.

Stepping foot into the general store, Justin approaches the fishing section, and picks up two small buckets, bringing them to the man at the check out counter.
The man at the counter eyes him, "What's with this sudden interest in worms son? You don't usually come in here for those sort of things."
Growing timid, Justin softly explains, "Baby bird Sir." His blue eyes widen. "I found one that needs some caring."
"If you say so," the man laughs studying Justin carefully.

At home Justin opens the worms, giving them to his bird friend. "I don't have to feed them to you do I?"
"I can manage without I think. That's what this beak is for.," he squeaks.
"I'm going to go make some Easter eggs," Justin says, as he slowly stands and wipes his hands against his overals.
He glances up from his worms, "What is Easter, and how do you make eggs kid?"
"Easter is a holiday. It is like the day you are born very special. We are not actually making eggs. We color the egss with dye."
"You use things that have died!?" The creature raises his eyebrows.
"No this is colored stuff. It changes the color of whatever you put it on or in. It is like when the leaves change, but messier."
"I'd say so kid. Then what are you gonna do?" He pecks at the worms waiting for Justin to answer.
"I have not really thought of it," the young man states. "It's been a weird day."
"I hear you! This is one strange senario," he smiles, "but kid you and I can work through this."
"You need a name," Justin grins.
"Call me what you will kid," he turns toward the worms grabbing another.
"I like Beaky," Justin declares, before walking away to paint his eggs.

Sitting on his bed, Justin draws the pre-historic feathered friend, as his mother looks over her shoulder at his sketch.
"You have quite the imagination," Justin tells him. "What have you done today?"
He puts down his blue crayon, "I painted eggs," he explains as his blue eyes grow big. "Mom could I have a pet?"
"No Justin, I'm sorry pets are too expensive right now. We are on a tight budget."
"Okay Mom," he sighs and picks up his blue crayon, and gazes toward his closet, and rubs his stomach."
"You hungery?" she asks, and he quickly nods his head in response. "Let's go see what we can find....."

He is content to keep his mystery guest out of his mom's way in fear of what she may do. Justin eats as fast as he can to get back to his room where he new found friend awaits him.

And the Thunder Rolls

2006-02-22T18:04:00.000-05:00

Two-timing is not something I find in any means right, as a way to revenge a love gone horribly wrong.
I can hear the wind whistling, and the roar of the thunder, as I sit here wallowing in the dark.
Her voice is haunting. Her cries are deepening, whilst the storm grows angry. A bolt of lightning hurdles through the sky, as she breaths seem fainter.
My fingers tighten around the cold object at my side. Cringing in agony I stutter,"Why," never expecting to get an answer. I stagger to my feet.
My world swirls around my still frame, making my way toward her limp form. Reaching for the phone, an unbearable noise screeching in my ears. Another blinding bolt of light hits me, and I tumble to the ground, near her body.
Lovers should not play such foolish games, when the thunder rolls. Guns lose control. I am merely a witness to her suicide. Admitting she had cheated was not an option for her.
Closing my eyes, I see her standing before me. A chill runs through my spine tingling each bone in my body, and crippling my soul for all eternity. The sirens are coming, and I'm all alone.
Their voices mix together like a recipe for disaster. My vision blurs kissing the top of her head, and the feeling of their calmly hands on my wrist sends shivers through my weakened system.

An asylum is where they take me, until they figure the gruesome details. I refuse to speak of her actions for I loved her.
The sound of thunder echoes in my ears, and her brittle voice comes through.
In anger I scream, "Stop the thunder," but it continues. Agitated my words get louder, until I see a man, and silence myself.
He wants me to speak, but all I can do is stare into his eyes confused, as the thunder rolls.

Taxing Taxi

2006-02-17T00:27:00.000-05:00

The taxi cab came to an abrupt hault, as we made it to our destination. I reached for the seatbelt, but found it to be stuck. I could not get out, as the taxi driver gre impatient.
My mother who was in the taxi grew frantic. She did not want to cause a comotion, because I'm some famous kid.
Everyone would be laughing and point at me. I let out a long sigh, as people gather around around when they saw my face. I was terrified. They could what they wanted, because I could not move.
Some girl shrieked at the sight of a large knife used for cutting in the hotel's kitchen. My own heart sank into my chest, as a large man step forward with the object to cut me out.
My world seemed to have silenced, though there was sound around me I was deafened by the suspense of my current situation. I blinked my eye nervously, as the tall man cut into my seatbelt.
I stepped causiously out of the vechile, as people called my name, but I did not answer, still too dazed.
I felt my mother's hand grab me, and pull me towards her before fans had an opportunity to get to me. She dragged me faster than my feet could keep up. The noise started to come back to me, though I was still in shock..........This is one ride I'd surly never had forgotten.

My Computer

2006-02-12T00:54:00.000-05:00

Computers are like TVs big boxes with a lot of wires that are close to some fabricated alien abduction.
Then you got all these neat little icons to click on, which can be complicated. You have to click a certain way or the bland computer will not accept your idiotic offers.
Once in the program you can become bloggered by the complicated instructions, when in fact you should just figure it all ot on your lonesome self, cause understand them is like learning some forgien language.
Once your squared away or so you think it is time to save or exit whatever it is you were doing. Saving is a whole new ball game, for what should I save my document as, and what do all these lil extentions mean, some alienated code? Hardly, but some mighty inventive people came up with creative titles.
Should I put in a floppy disc? Oh what the .......is a floppy, and why do they call them that, and where do you insert this flat critter? There's enough holes on my computer to confuse anyone, and when I place my floppy into the drive it's as if a jet just landed with the roar it makes.

A Justin Short

2006-02-04T17:52:00.000-05:00

Walking down the street Justin sees a cell phone laying on the ground. The metalic phone causes him to blink at the brightness, as the sun hits off of it. He smiles softly reaching for it. Looking for any sort of identification he finds in tiny lettering some intials CD. Laghing, Justin heads toward an old post office.

Some Dreams

2006-02-01T16:23:00.000-05:00

The water in the ocean sparkled, as a he felt warmth all around him. This was something not felt in quite a bit of time. It was questioned if the sunshine would ever come back in his life.

Justin looked aimlessly in the amazing blue eyes in front of him. He loved her sweet, senstive smile, hair a beautiful sandy blond. This was the girl of his dreams.

Despite the joy he was feeling, Justin knew that some dreams are made to be forgotten. Justin wished that this would be one that he'd be able to keep forever. Either way, this was a dream to Justin. Had he finally found the perfect one for him, or he was just fantasizing?

Justin gently placed his fingers through her angelic hair. His face became closer to hers. Justin put his lips up to hers ,kissing them. Justin thought the moment seemed breathtaken. Thoughts poured through his head. Justin wondered if he was ready to do this again. It'd been months since he'd been this close to someone. This woman appeared flawless to Justin. Perfect in every light.

"Could she be the one", he pondered?

"Justin close your eyes", she spoke.

She ran her fingertips through his golden brown curly locks. She noticed an unsurness in Justin's eyes.

"Just relax Justin, I'm not going to hurt you."

Justin invisioned the last person that told him there's nothing to worry about. Justin desperately wanted a love that would last forever. A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Lay down Justin. I just want to make you happy again ,Justin. You've been sad for to prolonged time. I'll wipe away those tears, and won't cause you more."

Justin lay on the bed peering out at the ocean. The morning sunshine was begining to fade as clouds rolled in. A slight shower dampered his spirits.

She placed her hands carefully on his stomach. In a circular motion she mover her hands. This comforted him.

Justin finally closed his eyes starting to feel peace as he was drifting off to sleep. "I love you", Justin stated drowsily. "Could you please tell me your name?"

" My name's Macy. I promise now that you have me ,your days will forever be happy."

"Thanks, your definately making my life already better", Justin sleepily replies.

Justin's eyelids open a few hours later. Justin glances around looking for the girl. "Where'd she go, he asked? It was all a dream he sadly felt. A dream I hope I forget because it seems impossible for me to ever be happy again."

Later that day, Justin walks down by the shore. He watched a spectactular sunset. It wasn't something he got a chance to see often. This was a time for Justin to think over the things that affect his life the most. There was a pain in his heart from being broken in two. Tears began flowing out of his eyes.

"Are you ok", a voice questioned?

Justin glanced up. "I'm alright", Justin studdered in amazment. It was the girl from his dream, or was he dreaming again? "I've seen days that were more enjoyable."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Ok."

They talked for hours about things. This girl appeared to be his solemate. After that converstation ,Justin became happier. He asked if she could spend more time with him. She agreed. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. The relationship thribed, and Justin's meloncoly faded away. "

"Some dreams are made to be forgotten, but others are meant to remember forever. This dream I don't want to ever forget . I do cherish you with every breath I take. I'm ready to be with you now, and until theres no time left. I do take you to be my wife."

"Justin, I do."

"You are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the preist said.

Opps

2006-01-31T22:18:00.000-05:00

By: Randi Evans

Britney's dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, and pink tank top, as she smiles at her ex- boyfriend , Justin. "I really don't want to go to the costume party, tonight. I have a headache. You can go without me I'll be ok."

"I don't think I should leave you, if you are sick. " Justin worries that Britney may get sicker.

She insists he go, becuase she gets headaches, every month, and this was just one of her ypical headaches, according to Britney.

The phone rings, and Justin picks it up. It's his friend, Trace. "Yeah, I'm coming to it, tonight. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

Britney over hears his conversation, and decides to go to the party, without letting Justin know about it.

Britney goes to the party wearing a mask that covers up her face, and approaches who she thinks is Justin, wearing a blue dolphin costume. She rubs up against him. The dolphin makes an ek sound, and then rubs up against her.

Britney is getting mad, because she thinks Justin is being a player, going for another woman, even though she played him. She thinks to herself that their relationship was over, so he could have anyone he wanted, now. She thinks that Justin still has feelings for her, but after seeing what he's doing tonight, she feels he's moved on.

She figures since she really wants him back that she'll continue to play with him, and then reveal herself to him. Then, Justin will hopefuly want her back, again.

The dolphin dances with her for quite sometime, but is getting hot, and sweety, wearing his head piece, and slowly takes it off, as another blue dolphin approaches him.

Britney stares at his face, luckily her mask covers the expression on her face. "Damn it, that's not Justin!" She discovers it is Justin's friend, Trace.

The other dolphin takes off his head piece, and smiles.

Trace asks his friend, "Are you having a good time?"

Justin sighs, "It's been ok. I wish I had girl to dance with, and I hope Britney's feeling better. "

"I can't believe you still care about her, after she cheated on you."

"I'll always love her, no matter what. I saw you hanging with a girl all night. You two must be getting along real well."

"Yeah, she's diggin me, Man!" Trace winks, as he points to the rip in her pants, without her notcing.

Justin laughs, "Somebody's been trying to do double duty, but it isn't working. "Britney reveals herself, blushing.

Distant Memories

2006-01-31T17:49:00.000-05:00

The door slams shut, as Justin lay on the floor, motionless. His body’s sick of the treatment, it’s been getting. Bumps and bruises are all over him. Justin coughs, crying out in pain. His cries seem useless, as he tries to focus, on anything positive.
There’s nothing positive about the ghettos. It’s a nightmare day and night. Glass is shattered everywhere, and the place reeks of alcohol.
Broken glass is inches away from Justin’s body. He slowly gets into a sitting position, placing his arms tightly around his knees, too afraid to move. His body trembles, in fear.
Everything hurt, and he didn’t want to be touched. Touching causes more pain, and worry. Justin wishes he is in his mom’s loving arms. He didn’t understand why somebody would treat him like this, and where’d she go?
Justin’s heart sinks into his chest. “Ashley’s always stayed with me. Where’d the take her?” His shirt and pants become soaked with tears. He begins to fall backward, landing on the wood floor. He rubs his head, watching the room spin. He turns to his side, moaning, as blood comes from his mouth.

Justin wakes to a white room, staring at unfamiliar faces. His body aches, from the injuries. His eyes can barely stay open, due to the swelling. His sight is blurry. Justin doesn’t know where he is, or how he got there.
Dr. Troy examines Justin. She gently pulls off Justin’s shirt, and pants. “I won’t hurt you. I promise, Justin. I’m going to give you some medicine, to make you feel better. It’ll make you less afraid.” She’s very gentle, and loving with him. “You tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop.”
Justin nods his head. He doesn’t like the touching, because those evil men touched him. He begins to feel sleepy, and cries out of fear.
Dr. Troy rubs his hand soothingly. “It will be okay, Justin. This medicine’s going to make you tired.” She explains everything to him, and allows him to help with the procedures, if he can.

She finds him a good physiologist. Dr. Benit with oversee his care.
Dr. Benit sits next to Justin’s hospital bed, pulling out a harmonica. “I want you to have this Justin. Whenever you’re frightened, I’d like you to blow on it.” He pulls out a sheet of paper, and crayons. “I’m going to play some music. I’d like for you to draw me some pictures, but you don’t have too.”
Justin doodles on the paper, in a blue crayon. He can’t tell his thoughts on the drawings. Getting them out is too difficult.
Justin mouths, “Ashley.”
Dr. Benit asks, “Who’s Ashley.”
Justin stares at him blankly, and then points to a female walking down the hall.
“Do you like Ashley, Justin?”
Justin nods his head.
Ashley is who Justin really needed. He couldn’t understand why she left him there. It isn’t like her. The answers would soon come, and maybe he’d be able to have normalcy.
Dr. Benit is concerned as Justin regresses. He is in search of connecting with Justin, in a safe manor, without physically laying a finger on him. He uses soft music with Justin, which relaxes Justin, into a sleepy state. While Justin’s sleepy, the doctor has him imagine he’s some place safe, from harm.

Somebody has to be with Justin all the time, as he goes through this. His mom is there for him. She sings to him, hoping he’ll sing back.
A few words come out, in a hush voice.
His mom smiles, “You’ll get all of the song soon. Dr. Benit is going to play the soft song, Justin. She’s able to hold him, during the treatment, reassuring him everything is going to be alright.
It seems like magic how he changes. He’s singing more and more. He’s saying more words, at a louder tone. He has his good and bad days.

Ashley enters the hospital room, frowning. “I’m sorry Justin. I didn’t want to leave you, all this time. I brought you to the hospital, but I couldn’t stay, or they’d find out. I need to be some place safe, and warm, once I knew you were in good hands.”

Justin’s tightly in her arms, remembering those now distant memories. Those horrific nights no longer mattered. They found each other again. He didn’t feel alone, because she understood what he went through. He feels safe having her touch his body, because Ashley won’t abuse him, like the men did.

Through A Daughter's Eyes

2006-01-25T02:02:00.000-05:00

Justin moves his fingers along the rim of his blue chair's wheels, his eyes narrow in on the infant in the crib. His daughter sits motionless at her father's warm gaze.
Blinking away the tears from his tender pale face, Justin pulls himself closer, as pain surges through his upper-body.
He shifts slighty in his wheelchair, feeling the warmth from his daughter's features slowly cover every achy bone in his body.
A soft moan escapes his weary lips, as he attepmts to speak, but finding it far too strenous on his facial muscles.
"One step at a time," his girlfriend of four years reminds him. "Saharah, and I can wait for the 'I love you's'."
Nodding his head, Justin shutters at how things could have been. He is going to get through this. Through his daughter's eyes he can see the light.
*****
A soft blanket drapes over his skinny legs, as a fellow soldier friend wheels him up the red carpet to accept his honnors.
He quickly remembers those that did not make it.
Unable to read his awknoledgements ,Frankie, a friend and soldier assists him with the task. Gently, he places the metal over Justin's fine curls, and slowly down his neck, for a photographer to take pictures.
Justin is extremely involved with Frankie, as a mentor. Justin has lead Frankie in the right direction.
Frankie helps care for Justin. Sitting in a chair next to him. Frankie gently tucks the blanket so it will not uncover Justin's chilled body.
The sound of Frankie's voice relaxes Justin, so he is able to get the rest he deserves.

Waking to the sound of his daughter's cries, a smile forms on Justin's sleepy face. He begins to say something with all the strength he can muster, "Of you," comes from his mouth barely understandable by those around him.
Able to sit with the aide of a belt around his waist, Justin has enough range of motion to hold and take his daughter from her crib, once a lower crib was installed. It builds his arm musscles, though the process is grueling for him. He would love to hold her for longer than a few minutes without weakness and pain running through his spinal collum.
He has little sensation from his naval to his toes, but is finding ways to get around without the support of others.

In a month's time, Justin begins using a walker. He will never walk normally according to his doctors. They do not expect him to get good at using his walker. The process is frustraing for him. Special braces to keep his muscles straight making walking even harder.
Justin pulls at them, as he sits in his wheelchair, and a quilt slides over his waist and worn legs.
He forgets about the braces, as sleep overcomes his slim frame.
Frankie swiftly pushes Justin's heavy chair through the confines of the hospital to the scanning room.
Lifting Justin onto the table with the nursing staff, Frankie sighs hoping all will go well with the testing.

Awaking from the procedure, Justin is full of confussion, as Frankie talks to him in a lulling voice. "The doctors are trying to make your legs better, because you injured them."

Justin's posture is poor though he can sit on his own. He is unaware of posibly hurting his body, with his injuries blocking most of his lower pain sensations. A metal device straightens his back. He will require it his entire life.
Grasping onto a rattle he plays with his daughter. His eyes grow wide with excitement holding her, as he speaks to her. Laughter fills him knowing she doesn't mind his slurred speech and slow movements.
His wife is there for him, as he drifts to sleep, and recieves oxygen from a mask."It's ok love to be drowsy. I have something special to tell you, when you're not so sleepy."
He smiles knowingly, closing his deep blue eyes.

Bloggered

2006-01-11T16:06:00.000-05:00

Sitting upon the wooden steps leading into my Millington homestead, I watch anxiously for her to arrive. I have not had luck with the ladies. I am a loving guy. Girls will turn their heads, without much effort on my part.
I pop the top of a Jack Daniels. It is Tennessee afterall! A few things you have to remember about us is we don't know what's really in, but beer and whisky are our friends. Many of us, especially the older folk don't have teeth or they be missin some. We like to wranggle in any and everything we find. We're a bit backwards. We've improved over the years, but Millington will always have that organic aromma.
Down at the General Store you can tell we still take pride in fishing and huntin. I don't care so much for it. I'm probably a mix between Tom Sawyer and I reckon, well I really don't know. I'm special that's for sure.
I pull the straw hat over my eyes and wave to Alexis. Her eyes sparkle, like the sun on the lake in the mornning. I extend my hand to her, the gentleman way. We Memphians do have class.
Laughter breaks the still of the tranquil afternoon, as I step in front of her smiling. I lean forward whispering something in her ear, when I hear my mother calling.
Momma means well, but sometimes she can get pretty harsh with my lady friends. We are in the Bible BELT State and have strict rules about relationships. There is to be no fondling, kissing or any touching aside from hugging. If I want to do it, in Momma's eyes I better have said my vows in front of our priest and signed the necessary papers. I'm 21 now and Justin Randal Timberlake is ready for marriage.
If I can drink responibly then I can do about anything, except math. Never was good at that.
I just started this BLOGGER, as a way to vent my frustrations. I'm getting bloggered out from all this typing,but my girl has gone on home. I aint gonna fuss or nothin, just roll wit the punches like young Tom did with his Ma.
Tom is one cool kid, bit crazy gettin all messy on a constant basis, but he did right by stopping theives. He was always out to prove people wrong, and I'm like that too.
I'm gettin married and it'll be a suprise to the family. They consider me as a outcast.

Seasonal Poems

2006-01-04T02:04:00.000-05:00

An autograph lay in her hands,
As she looked into my eyes again,
Holding the paper tightly she smiled,
And, I felt something I hadn’t in awhile,
I had talked to her for some time,
Before writing a message on those lines,
To my surprise, the autograph was not her style,
What she loved most was being with me, a short while.
Crazy how the simplest things can be the key,
To one’s happiness, you come to see.
An autograph is just a bunch of letters,
For your heart and memory, time is better.
Letting a fan know you do care.

Presents lay under the tree,
Sparkling pretty,
Something else has caught my eye,
With no ribbons or tie,
This Christmas I found love,
Nestled within the doves,
And sounds of Christmas cheer,
Now, that the perfect gift’s here.
Materials do me no just,
In days they’ll be a bust,
A person’s warmth lasts years,
Diminishing life long fears.

What Season am I?

I bring colors gold, orange and red,
In my season “BOO” is often said,
Chilly weather I may bring to you,
This is something I need to do,
What season could I be?
If you guessed fall yippee!

My season is wet and cold,
Decorations for Christmas maybe sold,
Sleds and snowmen are all around,
As snowflakes travel to the ground
Did you guess my season,
If you said winter, you know the reason.

Flowers are in bloom,
Birds are chirping in the noon,
And there’s word of an Easter Bunny soon,
His candies and small toys make kids swoon,
Can you guess what seasonal holiday is celebrated on a Sunday noon?

Pools and barbeques,
Now that school is through,
Hot days and warm nights
Bees buzzing in sight,
Camping and chilling with a friend
What season don't you want to end?

The Wolf & I

2005-12-21T18:19:00.000-05:00

An under privileged teenage boy uncovers secrets within in his home, while his abusive father is away.
A locked room holds the key to all this young man desires. Escaping the harsh realities that surround him would free his soul and release his many fears.
Hunger stricken, a thin teenager in worn blue jeans and a dingy turtleneck staggers inside his home. Uneven breaths escape through his blue lips, as he searches for food. Weak from the freezing weather and lack of eating healthy he collapses on the hardwood floor, too ill to move.
Justin lets out a soft sob, as he moves his fingers along the smooth edges of floor, searching for a chair to get him back on his feet. His vision has been fuzzy, because of the amount of time he lacks food.
His fingers move up and down the chair leg, before he attempts to stand. His legs wobble, as he brings himself to a standing position, and makes his way toward the cabinet.

Disappointment fills him, finding nothing, and he heads toward the stairs. There is no railing, and so he must be extra careful, but the sensations beneath him give insight. He counts the steps remembering them.
Touching the wall to his left, Justin counts the bumps, until he gets to his dark room.
He hears a creak and a door open, and is able to make out which one. He thinks about venturing into the unfamiliar room that he knows has food.

There are many large objects in the room, as he begins touching them to get his bread.
“Beware,” says a voice and Justin turns his head confused.
“Who is in here?” Justin asks timidly.
“I dare not say.” The voice croaks. “You are not ready.”
“Ready for what?” Justin questions.
“You are not ready for the secrets to unravel. Get your bread, and leave at once.” the voice demands.
Sighing, Justin grasps onto the bread, taking a piece from the bag. “I wish I understood what was going on. Why did my father take me away from my mother?”
“You will understand some day.” The voice explains. “Go before he returns, or you will be sorry!”

The next morning, the bitter winter causes him to huddle in an old blanket in his dark and lonely room. Tears trickle from his cheeks, as he cries against the wall.
His vision is worsening, as Justin starves. His chilly fingers have lost feeling making it difficult to sense what object is in front of him.
Desperate for help, he slowly stands, keeping the blanket over his body, as his thumb gives him an idea of what is ahead.

Motionless as he reaches the stairs, he conducts a short prayer, lingering carefully down the steps, and out in the cold.

White is all Justin can see, as he reaches into his pocket grabbing his whistle. His father told him to use it, when somebody wanted to take him, and so Justin blows on the whistle. Unsure of what will happen, Justin sits on a bench listening to the sounds around him.
The cry of a wolf startles Justin, as the white creature draws near. Visioning only white and some color, Justin extends his hand to the animal. His hand shakes, noticing the wetness and pressure. “You are probably hungry.”
The wolf gently nudges his hand, getting Justin to touch what is around its neck, before taking off with Justin in toe.

Exhausted, Justin breathes heavily making note of the wood beneath his feet. Slight warmth fills his bare feet, and he hears the crackling of a fire. He visualizes the fire in his mind, as it grows louder, and hotter.

Knowing that this is a fire of rage, Justin quickly figures an escape route, as he slides onto the floor, and crawls out of the house into the falling snow.

His feet reach the icy ground, and he moans at the pain. Sharp and tingling sensations run through his feet and up his legs, as he searches for a dry area.
Relief fills him as his feet move over some damp boards untouched by the snow, and he sees the color red in the distance. Walking toward the red sight, his body quivers, and he falls into the snow.
Something touches his hands, and Justin tries to see the figure in front of him. A lighter shade of brown he sees, too small to be a human. It has a small round head, and a slender almost stick body. Its arms and legs mimic the creature’s frame.
“Come with me. The time has come for you to learn of your destiny.” the creature supplies.
“You were in that room earlier. Who set the fire was it you?” Justin cries.
“In deed it was not I, Sir, but your father. He does not want you to know the family secrets, and that is why he is starving you. You are heir to a thrown in a land you no nothing of.” the being explains.
“I do not understand, and what about the wolf?” he asks brushing away the tears.
“There is no time to explain! We must leave here immediately! There is much work to be done. You are in no shape to run a kingdom, and defeat a villain in his tracks.”

Confusion fills Justin’s mind, as the ground grows warmer, along with the air. The grassy hills tickle his toes, as he walks over them, still unable to see.
His fingers run through a peaceful stream, where Justin gathers drinking water in a container he finds in the grass.
Justin’s hands tremble, as the nymph touches his hands, and chants something in words Justin does not understand.
“You will see visions, though you are blind. These will guide you through your battles, and leave once you have fulfilled your destiny.” He watches as Justin gazes into only a light he can see. “Follow it. This is the beginning of an end to your misery.”

Intrigued, Justin goes toward the light unafraid. It leads him to a palace, and fades away. Another vision comes, and he smiles, “Momma.” He sees her some place within the castle’s confines. “I am coming for you.”
Before he can move, something grasps his hands tightly, and wisps him some place else.

2005-12-20T04:16:00.000-05:00

Gingerbread, gingerbread,
Man for me,
Gingerbread, gingerbread,
You won’t get free.
Gingerbread, gingerbread,
Tasty and sweet,
Gingerbread, gingerbread,
You were great to eat!

Jingle jangle Ol' Chris Kringgle

2005-12-20T04:01:00.000-05:00

Jingle jangle above thy head,
Hooing and humming over thy bed,
Jingle jangle, and a pounce or two,
I’m thinking Santa’s here, how about you?
Be as quiet as can be,
For we do not want Santa to see,
Slip the sheets over me,
So silently,
For if Santa saw me peep,
I would never be able to sleep,
Jingle jangles gone away,
Santa must be in his sleigh,
On route to his next home,
Jingle jangling all alone,
Hoo, HOO, hoo-ing all the way HOME!

Deck The Halls pt. 1

2005-12-11T23:47:00.000-05:00

Christmas is not Christmas without love, and the willingness to give to others. As those villagers did many years ago for Marry and her husband Joseph. This is a story of compassion, warmth laughter, and a couple of bad guys in a whole lot of trouble!

Locking up his Los Angeles home, Justin steps outside with his luggage, and holiday packages for his younger brothers.
Heading toward vehicle, a strange feeling runs through him. Quickly, he waves to his next door neighbor, a thirteen year old computer savvy female. Yelling he laughs, “Don’t be taking over my house now! I still have not recovered that Santa from last season!”
Putting down her cell she laughs, “Oh come on! That is one of the easiest to disassemble.” Pointing to the snowman she states. “You could have your whole yard computerized. It keeps away the burglars too! The family down on the corner trained there holiday collection to ward off intruders. Going away leaves your snowman in the hands of criminals.”
He points to his watch, “I have to get going. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if Tibs the cat comes along put her in the house. She has been missing.”

Later that day, two criminals park in their stolen home security van in Justin’s driveway, not knowing they are being watched!
Larry and Louis are brothers who love to steal from the rich, but unlike Robin Hood don’t plan on giving any of their loot to the poor.
Larry the rougher of the two smokes marijuana , blowing the substance into Louis face.
Louis spits back, “You know how bad that stuff is for you?”
Larry says, “This ish ain’t nothing kid! I could be doin a lot hard ish! Don’t be getting hasty with me. We are here to complete something! This kid that lavishes here in a ish millionaire! He is top game and all he really cares about is his musical toys, and two stupid pint size pups of his ma’s. He squealed like a girl on Punk’d! He’ll be questioning if that Kutcher kid came back to punk his lil self, and wish that was all it was!”
Larry gloats, “Even better. The kid has been saving for his music in school program! He thinks if gets enough money all these kids will want to sing their lil hearts out, instead of getting all whacked on drugs and stealing. We had music in our lives. That ain’t cutting it.”
Louis gripes, “Ma’s singing don’t count, Boss.”
“I ain’t talking Ma Louis! When we were young, we heard those church people! Remember?”
Shrugging Louis reminds him, “They weren’t singing, Boss, they were yelling at us!”
“All the same,” Larry huffs.
Louis questions,” How we gonna get access boss? This pace is locked tighter than Fort Knox, and look at dem barbed wires! No way we getting over that!”
Slapping Louis he grumbles, “We’re home security dipstick! I got one of my pals to talk him into having something installed. He fell for it. The guy told him it would to charity the funds, ya our lil charity!”

Dinosaurs are from Mars

2005-12-10T04:38:00.000-05:00

Dinosaurs are from MARS! They are the first aliens here on earth! They just never could figure the whole evolution thing out, and died out.
     They are really weird like all those Roswell graphics you see around, and even GREEN. Some are no bigger than a parasite, while others could compete with the size of a large estate.
     They knew how to communicate, even if it was primitive. They’d claw into the ground an make their marks, only to be discovered light-years later.
     At the threat of extinction they migrated some returning to mars, where I believe they still exist to this day.

A Christmas Wish

2005-12-07T23:18:00.000-05:00

Quickly, Justin looks down at his side, wincing at the pain in his stomach. Carefully, he bends onto his knees to meet his daughter’s gaze, before she pokes him again with her Barbie doll. “What is my little angel up too?”
“Gettin eddy for miss mass Daddy!” she giggles. “Arby getting eddy too! See!” She points out to him that Barbie is dressed in a holiday outfit.”
Nodding his head in understanding, Justin asks,” What would you like for Christmas?”
Plopping onto the floor, she brings Barbie up to her ear, as if the doll is telling her the perfect gift idea. Content with her choice she stands wobbly, making her way into his warm arms. “Arby says Mommy.”
Softly, he strokes her blonde curls. Darling, I cannot bring Mommy home. She is with the angels.” Reaching to his side, he grasps onto a tiny box wrapped in gold paper. “I know this is only a picture of Mommy in here. It keeps her memory alive in our hearts. Every time you wear this remember Mommy is with you!” Wiping a tear from his blue eyes, he takes the gold locket from the wrappings, placing it around his three year-old’s neck.”
“I of you Daddy!” she exclaims embracing him.
He yelps softly. “I love you too Sweetheart.” Closing his eyes, Justin silently prays, as another sharp jab in his abdomen causes his body to jerk.
“Daddy otay?” the child questions.
“I’m just sore from putting up Uncle Joey’s tree. How about we put that star up on our tree, before naptime?”
Clapping excitedly, she rushes to the living room, with Justin going as fast as he can.

Painstakingly, Justin lifts her up to reach the tree’s top. Her mile wide smile, warms his heart, after the difficult year they had.
Dizzy, Justin heads to his room, after putting Jasmine down for her nap. His eyelids drop close, as his head hits the fluffy pillows. Sick or not, Justin would do anything in his power to make sure Jasmine’s Christmas was the best it could be.

His eyes open at the sound of his daughter’s voice. Moving slowly to a sitting position, he rubs his stomach, as he talks to his daughter.
Weakly, Justin stands, making his way to the bathroom, where he sees blood stains on his shirt. It drips from his lips, as he sighs.

Picking up the phone, he dials Joey’s number, telling him of his episodes. Joey offers to sit, while Justin goes to the ER to get things checked out, with another pal, J.C.

An ultrasound reveals minimal bleeding, and the doctor prescribes some medication to soothe, and heal his discomfort. His doctor orders him to rest, and not lift anything. Justin will need another ultrasound in 24 hours to view his prognosis.

The next day Christmas Eve, he returns to the hospital doubled over in pain. Taking medication to rid discomfort helps doctors perform his ultrasound. All he can do is wait it out.
At home, he cannot just sit still. He begins wrapping Jasmine’s gifts, trying to relax, and let the drugs take care of his pain.
His world grows fuzzy, showing the medicine is finally doing its part.
“Time for some sleep J,” he hears J.C. say faintly.

Waking to darkness, Justin slides out of bed, sneaking down the narrow hallway to check on his daughter. A smile forms on his face hearing his friends read a Christmas story to Jasmine. He tip-toes back to his room unnoticed by his friends.
He assures himself tomorrow will be better, and he will be able to play with Jasmine, and see her smile from ear to ear.

Blinking his eyes at the brightness, he yawns sleepily turning away from the light, but the intensity does not fade. Shutting his eyes, Justin senses warmth and comfort, as his daughter’s voice echoes something about his wife Lori.
His eyes shoot open in confusion at the womanly figure hovering at his bedside, and he begins to say something, as she hushes him with her finger.
“Only you and Jasmine can see me. You cannot speak to me when Joey and J.C. are anywhere in the vicinity. They will think your nuts.” she sighs. “I will not be here long, just for today. I was not expecting Jasmine to see me, but children are prone to things of that nature.”
“How do I see you?” Justin whispers. “I.I.I. don’t feel so hot.” His eyes water, “Jasmine will miss you even more now.” He mumbles drowsily. “I need to go check on her, and make sure she is alright.”
“Jasmine is going to be fine,” she assures him. “She should be coming any minute waiting to open presents!”
Justin chuckles, “I think Joe may beat her to that.” His eyelids droop. “Presents sound great right about now. All I see is the bright light.”
“Sorry, that’s mine. It will fade once I return to heaven.” She explains.
“Your daughter is in the room now,” she points out, as the light dims some.
He rubs the sleep from his blue eyes, coming out of his dream like state, and makes his way down the stairs with his daughter to open gifts.

The gift cherished most of all is not under the tree, it is sitting silently watching with a video camera in hand. When Justin asks what gift means the most to his daughter he is overjoyed by her response, “You Daddy.”
Something gently brushes his hairline, and he smiles, at his wife’s kind touch.

Dear santa

2005-11-28T18:46:00.000-05:00

It's me Justin. You probably remember that as a child I requested a puppy for Christmas one year! I thought it was so cool when you made my wish a reality.
Now, that I am all grown up, I still believe that Christmas dreams can come true, if you are a good person.
The one thing I want most for Christmas is not for me, but for those around me. My brothers barely get a chance tto spend time with me. I appologize for this. I would like them to know not a day goes by that I am not thinking of them. For them, I hope that in the comming year I will be able to spend more time with them.
For my parents and grandparents if you can Santa give them the reassurance that I will be okay, and that all will be taken care of.
Well wishes and whatever else my closest friends need I hope you can bring into their lives!
To the fans who have stayed true and dedicated throughout my short career may their holidays be joyful, and they find the perfect gift this season.

thanks Santa many blessings,

Justin
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Remember this is merely fiction and has no baring on the real Justin Timberlake, any likeness is not intential. I do not own Justin. his parents. grandparents and friends, nor am I associated with him or his family and friends.

Thanksgiving Blessings

2005-11-24T00:47:00.000-05:00

May blessings be all around,
Turkey day and year round,
Let warmth of family and friends in,
And remember to be thankful,
Through and through,
For what blessing are given to you.
Happy Thanksgiving,
From ME to YOU!

Kid poems

2005-11-22T17:59:00.000-05:00

Cute & cuddly,
Simply lovly,
Warmth through and through,
Nightime Bear's here for you,
Comforting & Kind,
Loving any lullaby he finds,
Tucked beneath the sheets,
Hoping your dreams are so sweet.

Golden yellow,
A mellow colorful fellow,
Like a shining star,
Sunshine Bear takes you far,
Adventures high & low.
He'll take you where you want to go.

vist :http://www.glittergraphics.us/cartoons.php?page=3 for graphics like the ones used on this site!

DO NOT TAKE THE POEMS!

Ghost ship

2005-11-18T03:05:00.000-05:00

Ghost ship

Looking into the old ship brought chilling revelations. I was searching for the captain, but came across his passengers.
The first ghost appeared with his beloved girlfriend or wife. He had been seriously injured on the ship, and lost his leg. He walked with a limp, with her at his side. The couple gazed at me terrified, and attempted to tell me something, but their words were muted.
I was frozen with fear, as they disappeared, and another couple came into my view. Their deaths were nothing like the other couples. There was not as much pain and grief.
They too tried to make contact with me, before fading away.
A black man in uniform is last to visit. His features are stern, as he gazes in my direction. I knew he was head of the ship, and was checking on his crew and other attendees.
I turned away, a managed to move, getting far away from the ghost ship.

Too Sick To Write

2005-11-16T15:38:00.000-05:00

Sorry for no updates, been super sick lately, and don't have the energy to put anything down!

Friendship

2005-11-12T19:48:00.000-05:00

I thought I was crazy when the weird cravings started, and their were moring when all I wanted to do was vomit. Men are not suposed to concieve, but some how it has happened.
For a male it is a risky venture, as many things could go wrong, not that it does not occur in females. We lack the room for something to be inside of us, making it a lot more painful. I will not even go nine months.
Justin finds this whole incident oddly amusing. The kid has been quite supportive, and has stopped with the jokes. He told me to stop having sex with girls, because I'd get one of them pregnant, but I could not help it, and here I am. I've learned my lesson.
Justin cannot wait for the birth. He is a lot more girly, and motherly than I'll ever be. He is not gay, if you are wondering. He justhas higher levels of estrogen, and less of the guy ones. He dates females, and seems to really be on their level, because of it.
Him being the rich guy, I have allowed him to decorate this kid's room. He selected a moon and cloud type theme. I was expecting something pink. Sometimes that kid suprises me.
He knew from the mniute I told him I was expecting it was a girl inside of me. His eyes have been so blue lately.
Justin almost seems attracted to me, though he will not come out and admit it. We are trying to keep the truth about the baby under wraps. It would not be good for this to get out. Who knows what people will think!?
I am blessed to have him at my side. He is what all friends should be willing to always be there for others, even if it puts him at risk.

Another week has gone by. Justin is having bad headaches, and has been spending most his time in his masterbedroom. He gets these aweful headaches about once a month. I hear him singing softly.
The doctor thinks he may be feeling sympathy pains, since we are so close, but I am not buying it. I have not seen him this sick in forever. He threw up this morning, and it broke my heart to see him go through all this crud. If it is me, I'm very sorry for causing him this much pain.

Justin has had his ups and downs through this whole ordeal, but stayed by my side. He knows the baby will be arriving in a month or two. He has his head against my watermellon belly, as he sleeps, escaping his headache.
He is as precious as the baby inside. I cover him with his blanket, catching the dribble, as if he were a baby. The headaches causes it. Whatever is going on affects those muscles. Awake, it is harder to tell something is wrong.
His body is so still, moving him to the pillow, as his eyes open. He smiles like usual, before closing his blue eyes.

The birth of my daughter brings joy into both of our lives. Justin is silent with pain surging through his head, as I catch a tear slipping from his cheek. His features are tired and worn. I give him a little time with her, as his eyelids droop.
He holds her breathing softly into a mask. His breathing is picking up with his little angel here. His blue eyes are wide, and questioning. If she's his cure for good health she'll be with him each day.
A nurse is at his side monitoring his breathing, as a tube slides down his throat to ensure his airway is safe.
Watching a doctor pull away the covers, I get a glimpse of his tummy, which appears swollen. Doctors discover a fetus inside of him, during an ultrasound to better understand what is the matter with him.
His fetus is in an unusual position, causing Justin's aliments

The birth has changed my outlook on life. It shows just how precious it can be.
Justin is making slight improvements, and refuses to go to the hospital. He is groggy from the drugs, but coming out of his fog. The first words he uttered were about the baby. He had been asleep for a day and a half, before opening his eyes.

The baby loves him, even if he is tired all the time. Those two have a special connection. She's sleeping soundly in his arms, as he fights the drowsiness. I take her from his arms allowing him the sleep he needs, but Justin just smiles, holding her tight. I am suprised, how he never gives in. His soul is as strong as ever.
His expressive eyes dim, as he drifts away, the medication finally winning. He sleeps in the chair, and his eyes open knowing she is there.

Justin loves her as a father would. I grin from a distance watching then now. It couldn't get sweeter, if the faiths tried.
Tears trickle from my cheeks, knowing how once he was so weak. Now when I look in his eyes there is much more in his life.

He slurrs his words, and sometimes its hard to understand his reasoning. His eyes search for the baby, and I tell him what is going on. I explain to him that she is fine, and that him taking care of himself is very important.
He seldom thinks of himself. He's known to give back to everybody, but himself.

Phychic Happenings 91-05

2005-11-11T22:29:00.000-05:00

91- Dog has to be uthanized, and returns in the family van for one last visit.
91- In a hospital elevator I have a strange encounter with a corpse covered by a white sheet. My feeling is that he was a ruthless man that had been involved in some sort of shooting.
91- Uncle passes away from HIV in October of this year, but returns to say a few final comforting words.
91-01 Dreamed about people running from a building [thought to be 9/11, because these dreams abruptly stopped after the attacks on NYC]
91-05- Dreamed of an abduction over and over, cause thought to be a dissappearance of a 7 year old boy from 1979.
98- Knew that sticking by *NSYNC my life would change for the better. It did.
99- Predicted that *NSYNC would have a new album in 2002
00- In a dream I was told not to worry about my great grandmother passing by my uncle who had visited years earlier.
01- Knew planes would be crashing in NYC, but lacked a date.
02- Knew the future of *NSYNC and how it would start to unfold. BTW I still feel they are not complely over with. They will record again.
02- Justin/J.C. would go solo and Justin would go on to recieve many awards
02- Knew that Justin's career fear was losing his voice when he was interviewed on Kiss FM in LA.
02-03- predicted the death of a drama student. Later without reading the paper I knew the cause of his death, and the type of car he was in, almost as if I'd seen a picture in my head.
02- I had a feeling that Justin may not preform at the Billboard Awards[ 1 week later JT broke his foot] and the preformance was up in the air.
02- That Justin would respond to my letter.
03- Dreamt that our dog had died. 6 months later the dog did pass away unexpectdly.
03- 04- Some one in Justin's immediate family had cancer, and that somebody would die within two years after gazing at a paparaztii photo. In December of 02 Justin's grandmother died!
04- Had a prophic dream about JT needing surgery. Clues slowly came to me after this, and in May 05 JT had vocal chord surgery.
05- That SIGNS would be number one on special TRL countdown in a dream.
05- Predicted family problems for Justin that he later this year admited too.

What would they say?

2005-11-11T00:21:00.000-05:00

What would they say?

     My personal computer would say “Who is this Justin Timberlake, and why do you have so many Justin documents!?  You have me stuffed full of Justin. What about my health kid? Those things you download could make me sick!”

     The telephone would say, “You used me to order a pizza! You think that was a good idea? I rang for several minutes! Do I get any pizza? You should give me some! You neglect me! Why do you not like the phone?

     Justin sighs, “I am on the doctor’s face. He has my arms and legs around his fuzzy chin. It tickles, but I cannot move. He will throw me in the bin shortly to be washed with the blankets and hospital gowns.
     It does not hurt, but the bin is dark, and moves. I would like to be another object, and I think that is possible.
     I would make a good machine. I could turn on and off. I am not going in the hamper today. I am still on the doctor’s mouth. Once he removes me, I can be something else.
     My arms and legs are free, and are dangling from the hamper top. It is good to be free. I crinkle myself thinking of something to trade with. I notice, I am much heavier now.
     I can see the operating table. A doctor is taking me into his hands, probably to clean my parts. He is attaching something to me. It vibrates. He is putting me above the table again. I am higher than before, and am making noise.
     I believe my energy is fading. I am shutting down for the day.

     I went to sleep. I do not know how long. A machine feeds me information. It tells me how much medicine to give the doctor’s patient. It is strange going over their mouth. I do not stay long on their face.
     I am turned off after a few minutes of the patient breathing into me. I hear the machine beep, and my world goes blank.

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Why Dilly Dally Sally & More of Justin's Wild Adventure

2005-11-10T19:25:00.000-05:00

Tongue twister below

Silly Sally dilly dallies,
But why does Silly Sally,
Have to dilly dally?
Tell me Silly Sally?

Justin wants his tracking collar off, but has not fully regained all his human abilities. It will stay on, until he acts like a human.
A cage is ready for him. It reinforces activites humans do, while being supportive. He grunts inside searching for chimps. Computer animated chimps keep him entertained.
Justin eats the chimp food, as his body adjusts to being human again. The chimp treats are very appealing, and tasty to him.

The zoo keeper knows what animal Justin wants to be next.
When Justin can speak the zoo keeper points to the farm. "The farmer is going to take good care of you, and you will meet some disabled children in wheelchairs. They will groom you. The kids will give you a name." The zoo keeper gently pets Justin's maine.
Justin feels something going into his mouth, and he smells bug spray. A tug makes him move for the zoo keeper into a truck with other horses.
He interacts with the other horses durring his stay on the farm. He likes meeting the disabled children, as he adjusts to life as a horse. The children call him star because of the white star shape on his head. He thinks about his name remembering his human name is not the same, as he feels the bit slide into his mouth for his walk around the enclosed pen. He nays as they spray him with a debugging solution.

He likes grazing in the grass, and having the children ride him. He wonders what sort of animal he should be next?

Justin's Wildside Adventure

2005-11-10T03:47:00.000-05:00

Justin discovers being a wild animal is not an easy task. His journey as a chimp only last a few hours, but it seems like much longer in his mind.
After changing from human to animal, Justin follows a ranger into his new caged in home. The man has a bunch of bananas which interest Justin enough to make him do activities for the visitors.
The ranger opens the banana sticking a pill in it to sedate Justin. Justin is unaware, and eats the banana. He becomes sleepy, and drifts to sleep for his annual check-up. He will wake within twenty minutes, and resume normal activity.
Justin wakes with the pregnant females. Justin is pregnant and cannot understand why he could change sex along with animal type. He fits in with the others, keeping a watch on the rangers.
The bananas are good, and make him behave for the rangers. He cannot help his urges to eat bananas, and follows a man to one of the cages. He throws a banana into the habitat, and Justin monkey’s his way inside.
Unable to leave his temporary cage, Justin looks around the zoo. A bigger cage he sees for the zoo’s exploration of animals. There are a lot of humans, and some other animals.
This cage is quieter and enclosed. It reminds him of the wild. There are trees and lots of plant life. He thinks this is how he would live, if he could be in nature. The natural surroundings make him forget that he is not in the wild.
His animal instincts remind him that he is in a cage. Watching the rangers from his new cage is difficult. The humans are all fuzzy, and not amusing.
He cannot hear the humans either, as his cage is sound proof to keep him from becoming agitated.
He scratches his fur feeling something around his neck. Remembering back to before his transformation he saw the chimps with tracking devices around their necks. It does not hurt, but can be uncomfortable, as he scratches.
He cannot wait to be released into the wild, even if he must keep on his tracking collar. Being female Justin’s collar is a light pink, and notes that Justin is pregnant.
The vet on site gives Justin a banana with calming agents, so Justin can focus on giving birth. The vet expects Justin to delivery shortly based on the way he is acting. The calming drugs allow the vet to check on the status of the unborn.
Justin gives birth, and the vet cleans Justin’s fur, before putting him into a separate cage. Tired from the birthing process, he needs time alone. Soon, Justin will nurse his baby.
A soft blanket causes him to begin the nesting process. The cozy blanket and other soft objects in his cage he sets on the blanket. His baby joins him, and Justin allows her to feed off his sore nipples.
He finds it strange how protective he is of her, so protective that the ranger uses tasty treats to draw him away from the baby, and go into another area.
The treats look like things he would normally eat in the wild, and have similar smells. The treats give him what the bananas cannot offer, and are tailored to Justin’s weight, size and type of primate Justin is.
Justin is on a blend for new mothers. His fat content is closely monitored. Justin has lost weight since giving birth. This is common.
The treats mellow him for a vet to look him over, a few hours after the birth of his daughter.
One of his ranger friends gives him something soft to eat. It will change him back into a human. It is similar to the tasty treats. He recognizes the ranger slightly, trying to fight his primate urges of climbing trees, and eating the tasty treats, but they are too powerful for now.
He obeys the ranger and eats his treats as rewards for doing tricks, not knowing he will soon be human again.
Though the ranger is his friend, Justin fears him, and climbs up a tree for comfort. The tree is a good place to hide. He plays in the trees, knowing the ranger cannot get him, only when offering snacks.
To prevent pregnancy, Justin needs to be fixed. He senses they want him for something he will not like. He eats his treats becoming drowsy, and falls asleep from the drugs.
He is sore waking from surgery, but able to feed the baby. His ranger friend is there for him. Justin is aggressive with the baby staying safe. Baby and mom are separated. Their separation is confusing on him.
Justin finds himself in a small cage ready for the wild. His tracking device remains, as he is released and joins other primates. His collar stays on, as he switches forms.
He still enjoys the primate food. The ranger makes sure Justin does not eat any of the bannas with pills in them.

Cold Turkey

2005-11-05T03:23:00.000-05:00

I've been sick since Thursday with a yucky cold. My throat is sore! My nose is runny, and my head hurts! Not to mention I'm tired. Being sick sucks!
Ghost Whisper was really good last night. It is at the top of my list for best episode of the season second to the young boy who was run over by a train, and those boys who were killed in a fire.
Next week's episode is sure to be fantastic too, though I do not know about a sprit posessing somebody's body like that. Its pretty crazy thing to fathom. I don't want that to ever happen to me.
My strange encounters are weird enough. Hearing voices, seeing visions of yesterday and seeing the dead totally creep me out.

April Morning

2005-11-04T18:07:00.000-05:00

April 7th she came into my life, a small seed nestled in her mother's warmth. She quickly began to bud, as fast as the trees and plant life started to shine. Sunshine lingered all around, as my heart unthawed from the barren storms I had encountered months earlier.
Lauralynn was my rainbow of hope, as I set my eyes on her delicate smooth skin, creasing her sweet cheekbones. A touch of her tinny fingers sent chills throughout my frame. I stared helplessly into her soothing blues eyes, before looking to my wife.
My daughter would not have the pleasurse of getting to know her mother. For her mother the only light she'd see is heaven's. April's flowers would surround her as she laid beneath our feet.
Her mom held her moments before passing, as tears trickled down our cheeks. The memory bitter and sweet replays in my mind, as I lay in bed alone.
My vision is blurred from crying, and the injureis I endured the night of our tragedy. Today is like all the April mornings so far full of life, and loss.
Life is a cherished thing, and should never be taken lightly. Love life and live life to the fullest, and make each April morning a new begining.

Seed of life,
New hope and prosperity,
Seed of victory,
Blossom and shine,
Seed of time,
Lighten up our life,
Be our rainbow,
Through thy strife

Recapping the Week

2005-11-04T02:45:00.000-05:00

10/27/- New pictures of our boy in his home town
10/31/- Masqrade Party at the Marqee
11/01- Bloomingdale's William Rast Launch
11/02- Today Show Previwing William Rast
11/02- TRL talks music. movies, Halloween bash and plays triva pop quiz with fans!
11/02- E News Live- Dishes the dirt on his new clothing line!
11/02- Gets sweet with Christina Applegate backstage after her brodway preformance
11/03- Things are starting to wind down, and I get sick!
11/04-Nada

Trl and Today Show

2005-11-02T21:12:00.000-05:00

Turkey counter 22 days remaining
Christmas counter 52 days remaining
New Year’s Counter 59 days remaining of 2005

     Tis the month for blessings and food. May we look back on 2005 and think of the days of joy. No year can be without sadness, and we have certainly had our share, as a nation and a world as a whole.
     It is often easy to remember the bad times, and over shadow what was good. The great things that have come your way are blessings, and some of the not so amazing maybe blessing in a different form.

     What a day! Justin Timberlake on 3 different shows! I thought it was Christmas. It makes up for all those days that are crappy. My favorite was TRL, and my recap is below.

     Justin was on TRL from the beginning to end, but took a break out for Ludicrus to come out.  He said he'd been dabbling for the next record, and Trace was asked what he thought of the stuff, and he complimented Justin. Justin said because of his movie roles he wanted to play different characters on his album. Then got into the talk of the clothing line, and then spent the remainder of the show playing a game with 3 fans and their grandfather's based on pop culture. Also during the time they talked of the clothing they showed off their Katrina relief shirt which all proceeds will go toward Katrina relief, after a month of celebs signing the shirt[which both Justin/Trace] signed. It get put up on an auction site and fans can bid on it!Plus Justin came out the first time and went into the crowd and they all were touching him so cute! I think I got most of the important stuff!