chapter three
"What are you thinking about?" Emily
asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"What are you thinking about?" Emily repeated. She gazed at Justin. He
was drawing pictures in the damp sand with his toes. She knew he was thinking
about her. She watched him lick his lips and run one of hi hands through his
blonde curly hair. He didn't answer her. She looked down at her hands. They were
so small...so useless.
"How old are you?" Justin lifted his baby blues to look at Emily. She
brushed her hair behind her ears again, it was then that Justin decided she was
one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
"I just turned sixteen a few days ago," she answered.
"Well then, happy belated birthday!" Justin grinned. "What did
you get?"
"Roses, flowers, lots of flowers. Sweet poems, and other meaningful
things..." Emily closed her big brown eyes and leaned her head back.
"Let me guess...you're boyfriend got you those," Justin assumed.
Emily shook her head and opened her eyes. They were full of sorrow. Nobody loves
me. My parents are alcoholics, I've never had a boyfriend, and I haven't seen
any of my friends for almost two years."
Justin looked at her wide-eyes, not sure of what to say. "Umm, do you
usually open up this much on a first conversation?"
Emily shrugges, "I haven't really had a real conversation with anyone,
other than myself, in a really long time. It's nice to talk and have someone
listen to everything you have to say. I don't really have anyone I can talk
to..." her voice trailed off and she smiled, changing the mood. "But I
don't think I should be throwing all of my problems on you just yet...I don't
even know your last name, where you live, how old you are."
Justin stood up, tired of sitting. "My name is Justin Timberlake, I am
seventeen years old, and I live here in Orlando with my friends," he beamed
while he brushed the sand off of his clothes. He put out his hand to help Emily
up.
"I got it, thank you," she brushed her hands off as she stood up.
"Your friends were the guys kicking the hackey sack."
"You got it babe!" Justin winked. He looked down at his watch and then
up at a smiling Emily. "Whoa, I didn't notice it was this late," he
retorted. "I really should be getting home now. Want to walk me to my
car?" he raised his brow.
"Sure, why not," she agreed happily. "You know," she started
with a smile across her face as they began walking to the parking lot. "You
look older than seventeen, I would think you were twenty or so," she
giggled.
"I do?" Justin scrunched up his nose. "Well you look older than
sixteen," he spat out.
"Really?" Emily's eyes widened. That was the first time someone had
ever said she looked older.
"No," he chuckled. "You look about fourteen or fifteen."
Yeah, that's what I thought. People often think I'm fourteen. I guess that's
when I stopped aging. I'm really short and I have a small voice, I think that's
why people think that." She swung her arms back and forth as she walked
quickly to keep up with Justin's fast pace.
"You are pretty small," Justin grinne and wet to go pat her head.
Emily quickly got out of the way of his hand and then turned around and smiled
at him. Oh, so she wants to play like that, huh, Justin smirked.