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Justin

It was never a big secret to anyone that my fiancé was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. A little out of touch. Okay, you know what? Let's be for real. My fiancé is a little insane. And by a little, I mean a lot.

My fiancé is a lot insane and, judging from the nuclear bomb she'd just dropped on me in the middle of our engagement party, she wasn't going to be proving me wrong on that anytime soon. I knew she'd been up to something from the moment she a Lillian made their way into the kitchen alone and didn't make their way out until half an hour later.

I'd been secretly watching them sitting next to each other on the kitchen counter earlier in the party. I'd been dancing in the living room, trying to clear my damn mind. Usually, dancing was my escape. All my problems disappeared whenever I did. All I had to do was close my eyes and start moving. The rest of the world ceased to exist. Tasha saw that as a real problem and suggested I seek therapy. I saw it as a gift. A release. One of the few things that kept me from going absolutely crazy in my world.

Somehow, though, dancing had done me no good that night. My concentration was shaken. All become of one person. One woman. One woman who had me wondering where the hell I'd been when she'd become a woman. That last time I saw Lilly she was a girl, at best. A girl that it was difficult to leave behind because I had no clue who the hell would take care of her while I was gone. Things were different now.

Lilly had laughed a lot during their time in the kitchen. Tasha was always funny, but Lillian wasn't a laugher. I remembered that about her. Back when we were kids I always knew I'd said something truly funny whenever I managed to get a smile out of Lilly. Making her laugh always felt about a million times better than it did with anyone else. It made me feel like fucking Superman, in fact. I only recall making her loud out loud once or twice in my lifetime. I remember the sound, the way her entire face transformed-- I even remembered the jokes I'd told. I'd never forgotten them.

Watching her laugh so easily, I'd wondered if Tasha was saying something really funny or if, twelve years later, Lillian had learned not to be so stingy with her laughs. I could only pray for the former. I didn't like the idea that she was different, even though that was obviously inevitable.

I couldn't help but wonder, though, what they could have possibly been taking about.

Now I had my answer.

"I think that's got to be the funniest thing you've ever said to me, baby."

My fiancé had resumed her place on the counter and I didn't want to be anywhere near her at the moment, so I was leaning on the one right across. I was at the farthest possible corner with my arms crossed shooting daggers at the woman. I was convinced that, if I tried hard enough, flames would fly from my eyes and douse her. Thus shutting her up and leaving me in peace.

No such luck. "I've never been so serious in my life, Justin." Her dark drown skin was glistening with sweat from dancing and she was a little bit annoyed, so her green eyes were tighter, more fierce. Every limb on her body that was capable of being crossed was crossed. Her arms, her legs, everything. She flat refused to lose an argument, my Tasha. It was one of the things that bothered me the most about her. Watching her now, however, I couldn't help but notice how fucking sexy she was. I could have taken her upstairs right then if I wasn't pretty upset my damn self. "I have to be in Malan for Fashion Week, anyways, Justin, you know that--"

"I wasn't planning on going to Fashion Week with you because I already have other things to take care of Tasha, we talked about this."

"Maybe you're forgetting that I'm your fiancé and I know you better than anyone. The only thing you have to take care of in New York is partying and getting drunk. The only thing you have to do in Los Angeles is party and get drunk with Trace on your heels like the sick fucking puppy that he is--"

"Hey…" I threw a warning finger up, "That's one." I warned. We had an agreement. She was allowed to insult Trace two times in the span of twenty four hours. After that it was whatever Justin wants tonight in bed… Justin gets. Suffice to say, she and I had made some pretty wild nights for ourselves thanks to Trace. Just another reason to call the man my best friend… and my best man.

It was as if that girl was reading my very thoughts, "And no Trace can't come down here with you!"

That was precisely what I'd been thinking, how she knew that, I would never know. "I don't recall agreeing to come down here in the first place." I said, smiling, then laughed.

Tasha's nostrils flared. "What's funny?" She cried, holding her arms out at her sides.

Yep, she was getting upset. She always hated it when I laughed during fights. I made sure to do it as often as possible. See, when she and I fight, it's all about who can get who the most mad the quickest. Who can hurt who's feelings the most. We knew each other very well, and our fights were never pretty. This one was actually going very well. No punches had been thrown. Good china had yet to be destroyed. So far, so good.

Her arms were back to being crossed over her perfect fucking tits. Why was she hiding them? Such a waste. "You're staying."

If only she didn't have a tongue. My eyes fluttered shut and I sighed. I'd grown tired of this. "No."

"You're staying."

"No."

"You're staying, Justin!"

"Natasha!"

"What?!"

The party was long over, but I was a little concerned about waking her grandmother upstairs. From what I remembered of her, she was no different from her granddaughter and was not the woman to piss off if you could help it.

"Look, I'm sorry, baby…"

Her shoulders visibly relaxed. She saw my apology as surrender.

"But I'm not going to come quietly on this. I'm just not." I pulled a bottle of hand sanitizer from my pocket and squeezed a good chunk of it on before rubbing it in furiously.

"You haven't even touched anything, baby." Tasha rolled her eyes.

"Still…" I mumbled, making sure my skin had completely dissolved all of it before giving her my full attention, again. "Still."

Tasha scoffed, then rolled her eyes, again, looking away from me. "Whatever." She whispered.

So I was a little bit of a germ-a-phobe. So what?

"Why is it okay for me to spend three months in Tennessee with a family that hates my guts but you can't stay here for thirty stinkin' days, Justin? I'm just asking that you get to know my family. I don't think that's a lot to ask."

"I already know your family, Tasha! I grew up two houses down from here."

"Well, you'd never know it. You treat this place like it's a foreign country. You treat my family like complete strangers. I had to remind you of the names of aunts and uncles who opened their homes to you when we were kids. People who fed you when you weren't even their own. People who picked you up from school and held your head when you cried and did their peace in making you the man you are today. You can't stop putting on that fucking sanitizer." She covered her face with her hand and groaned with frustration.

She hated the hand sanitizer.

"You've gone out of your way not to touch anything and you still douse your hands with that stuff every ten minutes. Do you think my family didn't notice that? You're insulting them."

Alright, that was enough, "I am not insulting them, Tasha."

"Yes, you are. You think you're so much better than everyone."

"Whoa! I do not think that I am better than anybody, how dare you? I have a phobia!"

"You have a hang-up. You have a hang-up with Kankakee. But, guess what Justin? No matter what you do, no matter how far you run and no matter how much money you make Kankakee will always be apart of you! It will always be apart of you! Why don't you grow a fucking pair, accept that and spend a month winning back everything you've lost. And you've lost a lot."

I cut my eyes at her. "Don't tell me what I've lost, Tasha. God, shut up. This is my life."

"We are getting married in six months, Justin! Six months! This…" She motioned all around her, then back and forth between us, "Is our life!"

I stared at her. "Don't tell me what I've lost." Was all I could say.

And she knew she'd won. "Lilly…"

My head shot up at the name.

She noticed, "Lilly mentioned that she had an extra room."

I shook my head, "You're really pulling out the big guns, aren't you, baby?" I scowled at her.

Tasha raised an eyebrow at me, "I'm just telling you what my sister told me."

"Your sister hates me."

"Says who?"

Much to my frustration, I couldn't answer that.

"Lilly offered you a room in her home… she obviously doesn't hate you. She's not exactly thrilled with you… no. But that's nothing that can't be mended in a month."

My voice was wavering, and I was embarrassed, "Didn't Bianca stay in that extra room?"

Tasha was now staring out of the small window to her right. Her mind was somewhere else, "Yeah." She answered.

I took a few deep, solid breaths, cursed the very soil I was standing on and changed my mind at least twenty times before saying, "You can't call me in the middle of the night…"

Tasha's head shot to me, her eyes were wide. She'd obviously been expecting this to be a fight to the death.

"You know I hate that." I reminded.

It was one of her favorite things to do, talk on the phone about shit that didn't and would never matter in the middle of the night, but she readily agreed, "No late night calls. Done."

"I'm going to eat meat while you're away…"

She sucked in a breath.

"And a lot of it." My eyes bore into hers.

She seethed and hissed through clenched teeth, "Fine."

"And that stupid fucking idea you had about not having sex until the wedding? That ends…" I smirked, "Right now."

She stared at me. The look in her eyes…

"Baby?" I gave her a worried look.

"So… you're staying?" She whispered.

Her bashfulness was out of character and I was a little uncomfortable, "Given that you don't call me at two am, accept that I'm going to be a McDonalds fiend and remove all your clothes as soon as humanely possible… yes, I'll stay."

She did just that, reaching up and undoing the first button of her red blouse, then the second.

Every bit of skin that she revealed to me excited me a little more, "Yeah, baby…" I whispered.

She slid slinky down from the counter, her shirt almost completely undone. I could already see that she was wearing the purple flowery bra. It was a nice bra. What was under it? Even nicer.

"Is that all it takes?" She bit her lip and sauntered over to me.

My hands were on her in an instant. I was hard and horny and ready to fuck, but I would go slow if that's what she wanted. "What?" I asked, brushing my nose against her. I leaned down and tried to kiss her but she pulled away just enough for me to miss.

"A month with Lilly…"

I pulled my head away completely.

"I should have just said that from the start, huh?"

Blood boiled under my skin, but she didn't seem to notice. In fact, as she slowly sank to her knees, she didn't even seem to realize the effect her words had.

She look up at me from where she was on her knees, and I vaguely recalled that her grandmother was asleep upstairs. I failed to care.

"Oh… before I forget." She popped the button of my jeans open and shot her electric eyes up at me, "Trace is a faggot."

"That's two." I snapped my fingers and pointed behind her, "On the counter, Natasha, face down."

The thought of a month in Kankakee was enough to make me scream at the top up my lungs, but--for now, I'd leave that up to my future wife.