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2: Disheveled Britney hopped on one foot as she pulled a gray sock onto the other. She hopped right into her bedroom. Her hand slipped over the switch, and mellow sunshine flickered into the room. Throughout echoed a faint song, coming from a closed door. As Britney pulled on a black leather boot, she strained to hear the voice. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you..." Britney stepped closer to the door, sure that she was missing the rest. But all she could hear was the steady pattering of water from within... And a sniffle. And was that a whimper she heard? She rapped her knuckles on the door, and pressed her ear against it. "Hey, Justin, baby?" "Uh..." the startled response came. "Yeah?" Britney's fingers wrapped around the knob. Turning it clockwise, she pushed into the door and slid it open. Steam hovered throughout the bathroom, enveloping her, some escaping out the door behind her. Through it, she spotted a peach shower curtain and the fine, shadowed outline of the man beyond. "Um, I have to get to the recording studio in not too long. I just wanted to let you know. You don't have to go if you don't want to..." "Aw, baby, I... I REALLY want to go with you," a wavering voice carried through the steam. Justin cleared his throat and continued. "Can you just give me a minute? I'll be ready soon." "Sure," she replied, and the figure moved closer to the shower head. Britney licked her lips. She opened her mouth, and promptly closed it. Pulling at the knob, she eased the door shut, and herself out of the room. SNIFF! The door flew open. "Justin, are you okay?" Britney knitted her brow. Her lower lip drooped as she waited for a response. The shadow remained still, as if it were really painted onto the curtain. "I'm fine," Justin's voice returned. A hand jutted out from behind the curtain, one dripping wet and clenching a pink bottle. "There's no more shampoo left. Do you mind if I borrow your razor?" Britney snatched the bottle from her boyfriend's hand. "Baby, don't shave your head every time I run out of shampoo!" A chuckle echoed from the shower. "I need it for my face! I already washed my hair." "Okay then." She dropped the bottle in the trash, then pulled a sparkling, pastel green Sensor Excel from the medicine cabinet. She held out the razor. "Here!" A hand reached out and grabbed the Excel, drawing it back behind the curtain. Britney crossed her arms, and furrowed her brow. "Baby, aren't you even going to look at me?" "I'm all disheveled!" the boy retorted. "I'll be ready in a minute!" ----------------------------- Okay, I know that wasn't a heck of a lot more. But I do kind of want to get the whole thing written before I post too much. As it is, I feel like posting anything before finishing is going to jinx it. - dj |