Chapter 4: Who? What? How?
As he boarded the plane, he suddenly felt a headache brewing. Performing.
He was doing a lot of it. That's probably it. So much has happened in the
last couple of weeks. Too much to think about. He just has this strange feeling
that more is in store than he thinks. He gets scared every now than. Last
time he saw Cameron was 2 days before she started filming her movie. Those
2 days were hell. All he found himself thinking about was Melana. She was
such a thrill. He loved annoying the hell out of her. Anything to get her
smiling and hear her talk. It worked. God, this is beyond infatuation. Why
the hell was this one so different from the others? She doesn't give a rat's
ass what he or anyone thinks. She's smart. She's a no bullshit tolerance kind
of gal. That's hot as hell. He really shouldn't be thinking that though. He
can't help it. He falling somewhere where people go to wake up and he honestly
doesn't want to.
Well, when he gets back from Millington, she's in for more Timberlake annoying
episodes. He's got plenty of bullets under his belt. It brought a smile just
thinking about it. He took a deep breath and turned on his Coldplay CD in
his Discman. Sounds of The Scientist and her face drowned in his chased thoughts
as he drifted away in solitude.
Melana couldn't believe the house. She met Jon and Steven, they were so
sweet. They reminded her of someone that she'd rather not think of. Her eyes
were getting suddenly tired and haggard. She decided on a nap from the flight.
Sadie told her she could sleep in her Grandson's room because he'll be arriving
tomorrow. She thanked her as she set her carry on to the left of the bed and
crawled under the covers falling asleep immediately.
Justin came home 3 hours later. He glanced at the over clock. It read 8:38pm.
Nobody looked to be inside. He almost walked to his room when he forgot
his favorite part about coming to visit his Grandma. He made a beeline for
the fridge and dug out the delectable peach cobbler. He got fork, cut a piece,
and attacked it like an animal.
"You must be Justin I take it. My, you're a handsome boy. My name is Stephanie,"
the 40ish women came around to corner to greet a blushing Justin.
"Nice to meet you. I just came back and I couldn't help it. I'm addicted,"
referring to the cobbler he nearly hovered.
She nodded in agreement, "Yeah, its really good. I just came back from checking
on my daughter, she's about your age. Looks like she's out for the night.
You'll meet her tomorrow."
As Justin was listening, he noticed something. The middle-aged women in
front of him look exactly like Melana. Everything. The same crystal blue
eyes. The nose. The mouth. Even the figure. Not that he was staring, but
the women did look pretty fit. The only difference was she was slightly petite,
whereas Melana nearly looked to be about 5"9 or 5"10 and trim the last time
he got a good look. He snapped out it suddenly.
"Oh, that's cool. I think I'm about ready to drop myself, goodnight Stephanie.
I'll see you tomorrow," he walked out toward his room.
When he reached it, he placed his suitcase down and his hand came on the
handle--
"Justin, what are you doing?" Lynn whispered behind him.
"Well, it kinda looks like I'm going in my room to sleep. You got a corpse
in there or something? Oh, and by the way hi to you too," his voice sounded
pissed.
She came toward him and gave him a hug, "Sorry, its just Stephanie's daughter
is sleeping in your room and I didn't want you to wake her up. Go sleep in
the room next to Grandma's for tonight, OK?"
"Alright, fine. Goodnight Mama, I love you." He picked up his bag and went
to the room next to his granny's.
The next morning Justin needed a shower. He always used the one connected
to his room but dammit he couldn't wait any longer as he made his way to
open the door of his room. Once inside, he walked quietly toward the bathroom.
Success. He made it. He stripped naked and turned the shower on as he got
in closing the curtain.
Melana was having another dream about him. A good one. She woke up with
a dizzy smile on her face. She heard a shower running in the bathroom. She
shook her eyes to wake up completely. Probably Mama. All her stuff is in there.
She nodded as she stretched on the bed. God, for some reason the bed smelled
so damn good. Lynn's son smells good I'll bet. She finally got up and headed
to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
She went in and turned the faucet on warm. She heard a scream come from
the shower that made her clutch her heart in sheer fright. The voice sounded
kinda low. Not like Demi Moore low like Isaac Hayes low. Curiosity got the
best of her.
"Mama, you alright?"
Justin thought he heard her voice. No way, hells no. He's officially crazy.
Probably Mama. Why'd she call me Mama though?
"Fine," he barely got out for some reason.
"OK," she said to herself as she finished and stepped out, closing the door
behind her.
She went to her suitcase and was search for something to wear as put on
her bra and a new pair panties.
Justin came out of the shower and grabbed the first towel he saw. He knew
he shouldn't be hungry but she turned on the water while he was showering.
He opened the door, towel around his waist and walked out speaking.
"Mama what's the deal with the water?"
"Mama, what do you think of this dress?" Melana came around, dress in hand
and turned around...
Lynn and Stephanie were sipping coffee-
"NO!" was the scream heard throughout the house.