She Will Be Loved
By: Coffee
<i>Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else</i>
It was the typical label get together. Tons of people, pretty much all of
whom knew each other, dressed up and milling around with expensive wine glasses
in their hands. They were all talking nonsense, whom they'd worked with,
projects that backfired on them, idiotic stories JC didn't really want to hear.
Regardless, he was a label member and had promised he'd be there. In his
mind he was running through all the TV shows he was missing while standing here
ignoring the short woman in front of him. Tonight was an all new episode of the
Chapelle Show too.
"Excuse me," a new voice entered the picture and JC turned to
his left to greet the ever late Justin Timberlake.
"Fashionably late as always right?" he gave him a quick
brotherly hug, careful not to spill his wine.
"Well, actually, it wasn't my fault, this time. Ms. Thang couldn't
pick a dress."
"Ms. Thang?"
Justin lifted his hand, and JC noticed it was intertwined with that of
another person. He hadn't even noticed the small delicate fingers of a woman
rubbing the back of Justin's hand before. She stepped out from behind him, the
picture perfect look of elegance.
"Kayte, I'd like to you meet one of my best friends, JC. JC, meet my
Kaytie."
"It's a pleasure," she reached her hand out to him, "I've
heard a lot about you."
JC shook her hand, smiling and saying the customary words as well. Inside
his head the wheels were turning. Kayte was beautiful with long smooth light
hair, big green eyes, and plump sexy glossy lips. He took in her athlete frame
and the way she stood, she was obviously a dancer. She was young, and poise,
and exuded confidence. She spoke with intelligence and politeness and she
constantly was smiling this smile that lit up the room. She was the kind of
person Justin deserved to be with, that all of them deserved to be with.
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
His feet were up on the coffee table, blue plaid pajama bottoms donned
his legs, a white tee shirt covered his torso and a bowl of popcorn sat in his
lap. Chris had just left -thank God- and he was perfectly content with sitting
here alone and finding something good to watch until he fell asleep. It'd been
a long week, and so many people had been in his face during the day that the
idea of sitting in silence with no one to please actually made him smile.
There was a sharp knock at the door and JC rolled his head backwards. If
Chris had gone to get Joey and was now back for another visit he was going to
scream and throw something really heavy at the two of them. He slowly stood up
and stretched as the person knocked again before shuffling to the door. He
didn't check the peephole and instead chose to jerk the door open.
"Kayte?"
She left out a hiccup and nodded her head.
"What are you doing here?"
She lifted her head and opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out
was a sob. She looked terrible. Her make-up was smeared and had run down her
face along with her tears and one of her cheeks was bright red, almost angry
looking.
"Come on, come inside," he reached a hand out to her and pulled
her in.
He led her back to the couch, picking up the remote and turning off the
TV, his popcorn now forgotten. She sat next to him and shrugged off her coat.
She wiped at her face for a moment before letting out a sigh. JC reached out,
putting a finger to her chin and turned her face to look at him.
"What happened?"
Her chin quivered a little, "He hit me."
Huh?
"What?"
"I was at a club with some friends and he was there with his, I
didn't know it. But he saw me dancing with someone else and he got angry and he
drug me out to the car and we went back to his house," she hiccupped again
as she rushed through the story, "And we got in a fight and he hit
me-."
"Okay, okay," he stopped her explanation, pulling her to him
and letting her cry on his shoulder.
She buried her face in his chest, affectively soaking his shirt. He rubbed
her back soothingly trying to decipher everything. Justin? Hit someone? Sure
Justin had a good old fashioned Tennessee temper when you got him riled up but
he never struck JC as the kind of person who would just lash out at someone,
especially a woman. He even remembered having heard Justin say that hitting a
woman was one of the lowest things a man could ever do. It didn't make any
sense, but something had definitely happened. Someone had hit her, the evidence
on her face was obvious.
"He said he was sorry and that he didn't mean it but I.... As soon
as he left I came here. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do."
He shushed her again.
"Of course you can come here."
It was just odd. She only knew where he lived because she and Justin had
come over for a pool party once. They got along fine, just like he did with all
of the other 'girlfriends' but they weren't exceptionally close. Still he was
pleased that she felt close enough to him to come to him when something was
wrong.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
It was another one of those. Those boring parties where his attendance
didn't really matter, there were enough celebrities to make any gossip writer
happy. But it was another one of those he'd promised to attend. Last time he
checked his occupation, he could have sworn it said musician, not permanent
party fixture. But regardless, here he was, ignoring the ramblings of John
Mayor of all people. Someone he had always found to be so interesting before.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he gave John an apologetic smile and
received a nod in response. JC stepped off to somewhere a little bit quieter
and much more private before retrieving the phone. He frowned at the caller ID.
It was late, this couldn't be good.
"Hey Kayte."
"Hi," she sniffed, "where are you?"
"Umm... just alittle get together."
If you call 1500 people little.
"Oh... well I don't want to bother you. Go back to you party-."
"Did something happen with Justin again?"
He put a hand over his other ear, trying to block out the noise. He
barely heard a faint 'yes' through the receiver. His eyes slid closed with a
sigh. This was happening way too often. There was always a call about something
Justin related. He yelled at her, belittled her, knocked her around. It was
everything JC could do to keep from attacking him every time he walked into the
studio. Mr. Cocky walking around like nothing was wrong, mean while he just got
back from throwing his girlfriend into a wall. The way he treated that woman...
JC could do so much better by her, he was positive.
"Are you hurt?"
There was a sniff.
"Are you at home?"
There was that faint 'yes' again.
"Stay there, I'll be over in a few."
He was pretty sure she had started protesting as soon as he said that,
but it didn't matter because he had pulled the phone from his ear and pressed
the 'end' button. He slid his phone back into his pocket and straightened his
suit before stepping back out into the room. It was pathetic obvious how much
he wasn't going to be missed. He set his champagne glass on the tray of a
waiter walking past him and quickly headed for the exit. This was how it always
was when she called for him. He always came running, desperate to make
everything better for her.
JC pulled up in front of Kayte's 15 minutes later. It was a small, simple
white 2 bedroom flat. Her lawn was kept neat and tidy and the hedges marking
the end of her property were trimmed to perfection. JC skipped over the two
steps leading to her porch and knocked twice on the door before pushing it
open, knowing it was unlocked. She always left it unlocked for him. He closed
it behind himself and twisted the deadbolt before heading into her living room.
He found her there, sitting shyly on her sofa. He opened his arms to her
expectantly without saying a word. Kayte looked up at him, wanting to smile
softly. He looked so handsome in his suit, all black. His night completely
ruined because of her. She stood up slowly, her head tilted down with shame,
her eyes bashful and hurt. He angrily took in her blackened eye as she crossed
the space from her couch to his arms, collapsing against him.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
He leaned his head back against the leather seat, staring out the window
at the house across the street. Why he was there was beyond him. He just felt
like he needed to be. Kayte had broken up with Justin a week ago, and the man
hadn't been right since, not that he ever really was. Justin just couldn't seem
to really wrap his mind around the idea of excepting it, even if it was best
for both of them. So he'd sent gifts, paid her unannounced visits, left her
voice messages. He knew it was only making things harder on Kayte, none of the
guys knew it, but they were still close, and only growing closer. He was still
the one she called when she needed someone. He'd thrown out Justin's gifts for
her and deleted his messages when she just wasn't strong enough to do it.
But Justin had been talking crazy all day during rehearsal, saying he was
going to go to her house and get her back, regardless of whatever obstacles
stood in his way. It made JC worry. Worry about both of them. If Justin got
riled up and flew off the handle no one was going to make sure he didn't hurt
Kaytie, or himself. It was because of this JC was sitting in his car, parked
across the street, watching Justin act like a mad man banging on her door and
screaming out her name.
He watched silently as the man finally broke down and fell to his knees.
He watched as the door slowly swung open and Kayte stepped out onto the porch.
He watched as she put her arms around him, carefully comforting him, praying
out loud that she didn't take him back. Then he watched as they retreated back
into the privacy of her house.
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that good-bye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
It was forever and a day, well in reality three hours, before Justin
finally reemerged from her house. He sulked and pouted all the way to his car
while Kayte watched from her porch, a sad expression on her face. She went back
inside when his car turned on and JC waited till Justin was down the street and
around the corner before he exited his vehicle and headed for her house.
He rang the bell and she opened it almost immediately.
"I was wondering how long you were gonna sit out there."
He looked confused, "Sitting out-?"
"Come on JC, you're no secret agent. You were parked right across
the street."
He shrugged in response and left himself in when she headed back into the
living room.
"So, don't keep me in suspense. What happened? Are you back together?"
"Hardly," she shook her head as she sat down, "we talked,
and I think he finally got it."
Justin? Get it? Not possible. JC sat down next to her and looked at her
expectantly.
"We talked about our relationship and everything that has happened,
that he's done. I told him I couldn't be with him, that I wouldn't allow myself
to be in a relationship like that. I said I didn't feel comfortable with
him."
"And he was okay with that?"
"He didn't have a choice. But I'm glad he didn't put up a huge fight
about it, I was a little scared for a moment."
"Well, I'm proud of you," he smiled and put a supportive hand
on her shoulder, "you were strong and you stuck to your guns."
"Yeah, I'm kinda proud of me too," she smiled back, "I'm
just sorry it took so long for me to realize what I really want in a
relationship."
"What's that?" JC pulled his hand from her shoulder and sat
back against the sofa.
Kayte grinned softly, reaching out to grasp his hand in her own, "I
wanna be with someone who makes me feel safe."
JC looked down at where their palms were resting against one another
before turning his hand, intertwining their fingers with a smirk.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She Will Be Loved by: Maroon 5
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