Reality (A month’s work)

Chapter 2

The next day (November 2^nd, 2010)

“Justin…stop playing with your food. You’re too old for that.” Christina spoke to her seven year old son.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized.

Justin entered the kitchen wearing a white wife beater and lose Tommy Hilfiger boxers. He met eye contact with Christina and smiled. “Good morning, sweet pea.” he kissed her on the lips.

“Morning. Your plate is in the oven.”

“Alrighty.” he pulled his plate out of the oven and sat it on the table while taking his seat beside Christina. “Yummy.” he prayed then began to eat. “Mmm. Damn this is good.” Christina shook her head pathetically. “Oh yeah…junior…I still have to beat your ass in a game of boxing. Can you believe this kid won SIX times in a row?” he spoke to Christina.

“Well he gets it from you.” he gulped down his orange juice. “You’re so talented.” she teased.

“Haha. Hush.” she chuckled. The pone rung loud and clear throughout the house. Christina turned it on and placed it by her ear.

“Hello? Oh hey, Brit. What’s up?” Justin slightly choked off his juice. Christina’s eyes lit up. “Honey…are you okay?” she patted his back.

“Um…” he cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’m fine.” he wiped the corners of his mouth with a hand towel.

“Oh really? When did you come over? Yesterday? Well I went out to the recording studio. I had to finish up this song. Haha. OMG!”

Justin was hoping she didn’t mention what happened last night. He was getting more and more nervous by the seconds. His palms were sweating and his head was spinning round and round.

“Are you serious? No…that doesn’t sound like him. Hold on.” Christina placed her hand over the receiver. “Justin…did you invite Britney to sleep in our room last night while I was gone?” his eyes it up.

“What? No. Of coarse not. Why would I do something like that?”

“Hmm.” she placed the phone by her ear. “Hello, Brit…he said he didn’t invite you to sleep over.” Justin gulped down while holding his head down. “I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Mmm hmm. Okay. Thanks for telling me. I’ll talk to you later.” she hung the phone up, and placed it back on the receiver. Justin could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole into him, but he refused to look up. He couldn’t. “Justin…do you care to tell me why did you sexual harass our good friend, Brit?” he stared in shock.

“WHAT?! I did NOT sexual harass her. The BITCH is lying.” she slapped him across the face.

“Don’t you EVER use that type of language in the presence of our children.” he rubbed his aching cheek in pain. Jennifer and Junior on the other hand sat there in shock. “Meet me in the room. We need to talk.” she stood up and left the table.

“Shit.” he whispered, slowly standing up and exiting the kitchen.