Terri cuddled up against Chris. The two were just laying on Chris’ bed, watching “Shakespeare in Love” for the hundredth time. It was Terri’s favorite movie, and she loved watching it, especially with Chris. He always got romantic afterwards.
Just as Will(the OTHER reason Terri loved the move so much) was “unwrapping” Viola, the door to Chris’s room banged open.
“Chris I need to talk to you!” Justin said, snapping open the blinds. Terri and Chris were momentarily blinded by the bright light. Justin threw a glance at the bed. “Good, Terri, you’re here, too. I need a woman’s opinion on this. God, I am just so mad at her right now. I could throttle her, but then I just want to hold her in my arms and kiss her. Every time I try and talk to her, to make things right, I wind up saying something I don’t mean. I called her a slut, man! A SLUT! I would NEVER call a girl that, and I did. How can she do this to me, how can she play with my emotions and make me feel like this!!” Justin, letting his frustration get the better of him, picked up a book and hurled it across the room. Chris sprung into action, grabbing Justin and pinning his arms behind his back.
“Chris, get off of me! Let me go!! Get the fuck off of me!!” Justin struggled against Chris’s arms.
For a small guy, Chris had a lot of muscle, and he held on until Justin stopped thrashing and half sat, half collapsed onto the bed. Terri scooted over to him and held his head in her lap, stroking his hair and Justin cried.
“Shh.” she whispered, kissing him lightly on his forehead. Tired from his anger and frustration, he soon fell into a restless sleep. Terri gently slid out from under him, and placing a light blanket over him, crept out of the room with Chris.
“Chris, is he going to be okay?” Terri asked, worried. She had never seen Justin so worked up before.
“I’m sure he will, it just might take some time. With all the stress of being on the road and working on the new album, and making appearances, and the game, I think he just took on too much. He had to snap at some point. It’s like a surfer who’s been out on the water all his life. He’s bound to have a major wipeout at some point. I guess when he went to Symone’s, they fought. Again.” Terri’s face turned white.
“Chris, I’m the one that made him go over there! If he had a breakdown all because of me, I’ll never forgive myself. He better be okay.” Chris held Terri.
“It’s not you’re fault. They would of met up at some point, and it just would of happened then. He could of been even more stressed, and had a bigger freak out. Now that it’s out of his system, he should be okay.”
“I hope so.” Terri sighed. “Hey, sweets, we need to talk.” Chris looked down at her.
“About what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow cautiously.
“This.” Terri said, holding up her ring finger. “I know you want to do this before you leave again, which is in early September. So I was thinking late August, which only leaves us a little over 3 months to plan a wedding.”
“Oh, God, you’re right. How are we going to do this?” Chris moaned, holding his head in his hands. He had never been the organized one, and this would require major organization.
“First off, we start with basics. I need a dress, you need a tux, we need a church. I was thinking we keep it small, only 200 or 250 guests.” Chris’s eyes opened in shock.
“Only??? You call that small? 250 people? I don’t even know 250 people! Besides,” he said, wrapping an arm around Terri’s waist, “I just wanted a small, private ceremony, you, me, they guys, some of you’re friends and our families. I’m tired of big deals. I’ve had nothing but big deals the past few years.” Chris said.
“But I want everyone to be there.” Terri pouted. “It’s every little girls dream to have a huge, white wedding.”
“But I thought only virgin’s could wear white.” Chris grinned impishly. Terri swatted him on the arm.
“You, hush. I will wear what I want. Who knows, maybe I won’t wear anything.”
“Ohh, now that I like.” Chris said, growling softly. He kissed Terri, who returned the favor.
