Justin Fan Fiction

The Risk

Chapter 3: Part 1

December 18.

Man. All she could say was man. A whole week had gone by and well... stuff happened. Well, at least we know Melana doesn't hate Justin completely. No, they were actually um, getting along. That sounds weird to say but it's true. Friends. She could almost say she could use that in the same sentence as his name now.

She found out he can be really sweet after all. She can see the love in his eyes when he referred to his brothers or talked about his Mama. Cameron called in to say she wouldn't be coming until the 21st. Justin hesitantly accepted, but still put his foot down because he wanted her here with him now more than ever. He felt so lonely. He felt like a monk, needing the touch of a woman. Her kisses, to be in her arms.

She heard piano music being played downstairs. Long fluid notes sliding together in a sweet slightly familiar melody. She opened the door and made her way toward the white grand piano. As she got closer, she noticed it was Justin spilling out the emotional instrumental ballad. She hid in a corner sneaking peaks while listening intently. Man, those notes were breaking her heart. What was he trying to say? People say that sometimes through music, one can truly express their emotions. It definitely wasn't upbeat so she wisely chose the latter.

"Melana, there you are baby," her mother came next to her.

The music stopped. He froze as he heard her name being mentioned. Had she been watching him? He wiped his eyes a little bit as he listened to what was happening around him. A small smile came to his lips. Better her than my Mama. Right now, I need a friend.

"Mama, I've been here the whole time. What's wrong?" She stared into her eyes.

"Oh, nothing is. I just came to let you know Lynn and I are going to the store to pick up some things for dinner tonight. Would you like to come help us out?"

Help make dinner or help a clearly lonely heart sitting on the piano seat. She looked up and made her decision, easily.

Please don't leave me Lana. Please, I need you. Justin rested his head in his hands awaiting her answer.

"I actually wanna stay here. I have some things to take care of." People to talk to.

"Oh OK. Why don't you go keep Justin company? We won't be too long. Bye sweetie."

"See you later Mama," she kissed her and left out the door to meet Lynn in the car.

Melana took a deep breath and as she shyly revealed herself to him. His head picked up as he stared at her with strangled emotionless eyes. Eyes on the brink of sorrow.

She tucked a piece of hair that fell in her face as she got closer to him, "Hi, mind if I sit?"

"No, go ahead," he barely came over a whisper.

She nodded slightly as she sat down beside him on the long black bench.

Silence took over the words both were dying to get out. It took Melana all her strength to ask what she did.

"Justin, are you alright?" she faced him now.

It was as if when she spoke, all bottled emotions revealed their faces. He turned to her with glassy eyes and spoke with a scratchy, weak voice, "No, things are NOT alright."

She followed his eyes as they showed pain. Strong pain he never lets himself show. They really were no different. The next step was bold, but she felt it was excruciatingly needed. She took his hand in hers and sheltered it, letting him know its just OK to be upset.

By that one single gesture, she had opened up all his inhibitions. He rarely cried in front of people but something about this simple act made all of him choke up. With his right hand cradling his face while white salts poured out making him blind.

"Oh, Justin come here, its OK. You don't need to say anything," she whispered gingerly as he nearly grabbed her arms and gave her such a pained hug that she felt tears bridge at her eyes as well.

"I'm so sorry. Dammit, Im sorry Lana. Man, this is so wrong. I should NOT be doing this but, when you-you t-touched my hand-" she put her finger to his lips.

"Just cry, its alright. Let everything out. I'll be here with you. Don't talk," she whispered in his ear softly.

His hand came to her cheek, "Thank you. Please don't tell anyone about this. Mama is worried enough as is."

"I promise you. This stays between us." Us, I like the sound of that.

He sniffled wiping his eyes, "Thanks, wow at least I feel a little better now. Thank you so much."

She gently kissed the hand she held, "I knew you would. Its OK to just let it out sometimes. I don't ever find emotions an embarrassment. I'm glad you opened up. Don't ever be afraid of your feelings. Talk to someone. Your Mama, grandma, or myself. Believe it or not I do care."

Justin was suddenly laughing now. Melana's face changed. He thought this was funny. I knew this was a bad idea. She broke away from him as his laughter died down and he stared at her. She looked hurt.

"Glad to see you think this is funny. See if I ever help YOU again, jerk!" she started walking away from him but he caught her arm.

"Wait, no come on. I wasn't laughing about that. I was laughing at what you said," he said, still holding the laughs that tickled.

"What?" she asked, completely confused.

"You said "your mama." That's funny," he was cracking up once more.

"And that's funny why? Dammit Justin, I was trying to be serious. You think this is all a joke. I should've known better."

"Would you just listen? I'm so grateful you are here for me. I don't know, I couldn't help it. It was just funny the way you had said it. I've never heard it said that way. Here come here, I'm sorry," he pulled her in a warm hug.

Melana sighed as she relaxed in him, she laughed a little, "It was kinda funny when I think about it."

"I told you. I'm sorry you took it the wrong way. What you just did for me, will stay with me forever. Thank you," he released her and held her hand.

"Oh, are you like the ebonics master? You think you can do better than me?" she teased.

"Oh I know I'm like the master. Woman, you ain't got nuttin ta say. You are so whack you can't even think straight yo."

She laughed, "Uh Justin?"

"We gonna git dis crunk yo. What?" he stared at her.

"Um, you are whiter than white."

"Yeah, but I'm still the schiz. Everyone knows it."

"Sweetie?"

"Yes, princess?"

"Does it hurt your back to kiss your own ass like that?"

"Haha, very funny. So, does this make us friends?"

"I guess I can pencil you in." she winked.

"What is with you and my penis?"

"Justin?"

"Yes Lana?"

"Shut it."