Flashing a white grin, Gabrielle answered, “Hello Mrs. Thomas! Yes. It’s a
gorgeous day. Perfect sunshine. My favorite kind.” Justin was transported to another place and another time through her simple words.
It was a hot summer day in Tennessee, just like the childhood days Justin
remembered fondly. Beads of sweat began to form as he leaned closer against the tree and looked down at her head in his lap. His angel. His. All his. He knew no matter who he met in his life, he would never love someone as much as he loved her. Her golden locks fanned down his legs and fell onto the soft blanket below him.
It wasn’t often that the pair had the oppurtunity to enjoy a day in the fashion that
they were- all alone, with no managers, no cell phones, and absolutely nothing to do.
From his view above her, he caught the content smile on her face. Her eyelids were
squinted as she attempted to look back up at him.
“Do you always stare like that, Timberlake?” Her voice floated up to him in a
melodious tone. Birds sang overhead of them, as crickets chirped along. It was a
gorgeous day despite the heat, and he wanted to savor every moment of it. He wanted her face engrained in his memories for the weeks they were forced to be apart. He wanted to be able to think of her and smell the scent of the light vanilla musk she wore mixed with the smell of her shampoo.
He smiled gently, his eyes tracing her pouty lips, up her nose to her eyes. Her
eyes. Deep blue orbs. Some say that the eyes are the windows to the soul... Justin couldn’t deny that. With a simple glance, her eyes told a story. “I stare when it’s you I’m looking at Miss. Reynolds.”
Gabrielle grinned, plucking a nearby blade of grass and examining it.
“Timberland.. are you ticklish?”
“No way Gabby. Don’t you even think about it!”
Before he could act, she raised her arm and gently brushed the blade of grass
across his lips, moving to his cheek. He jumped slightly and grinned. “Why Mister
Superstar.. I do declare that you’re not a friend of the Tickle Monster.”
Justin dropped his hands onto the grass, and uprooted a handfull of grass,
grinning slyly at his companion. “Well now MISS Superstar.. are you afraid of this little bit of grass here?”
“Justin! Please! Sweetie! Don’t even think about it.”
Without giving it a second though, he tossed the grass up in the air just above her head and watched it as it blanketed her face and her hair. Gabby grabbed her own handful and threw it back at him. Before they knew it, a grass war had started, a cloud of green surrounding them.
Justin stopped and looked at the girl who sat directly in front of him. She stopped and looked back at him. “Something wrong, Justin?”
His head shook slowly, “No. Nothing could be better.” His fingers reached up
and gently picked grass out of her hair. Smiling, he ran his fingers across her lips, then the contour of her face. “I love you, Gabrielle.” Before she could answer, his lips met hers, brushing softly.
Once they pulled away, Gabby leaned back against Justin’s chest. “I think it’s
too hot out here in the sun.”
Gabby smiled contently, “Everything looks so fresh and beautiful in the sun,
Justin. It’s my favorite weather. Perfect sunshine.”
He was brought back from his bittersweet memory when Gabrielle’s voice
interrupted his thoughts, “Justin! Justin Randall! Timberlake! Earth to martian man!”
When his eyes met hers, she began to pull him along again. A shocked expression crossed his face, and he asked softly, “Gabby? Did you just call me Justin Randall Timberlake?”
A smug grin was covered up when she raised her tiny hand to her mouth and
spoke. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”
